Runaway Love
Hi everybody! Hope you enjoy this. When you get to the small little cabin part imagine that the two people that live inside are English. Crazy right? Well if you've read this far thank you, but keep on chugging!
Disclaimer: As most of you know, I do not own Ella Enchanted. If I did, I would have a different ending. Sorry GCL, but yours wasn't romantic enough for me. I would also have more of Char in the story, since I know I love Char! That's all.
Chapter 1: The Very Beginning
"Ella!" Hattie shrieked.
Char gasped. "Ella?"
I broke away from him and ran into the night. I heard Char call my name many a times, but I didn't stop. I didn't even stop to get in my coach because surely by then Char would have caught up with me. I could hear heavy footsteps, in pursuit, tearing behind me but it seemed that I could run faster than I ever had before, even in my troublesome clothes. Soon enough the footsteps grew fainter and fainter. I was losing my beloved. Not only by running, but by decieving him all these times before.
I arrived at Mum Olga's manor and ran inside, tears poring down my face. I ran into the kitchen where Mandy was placing scones on a plate. "Mandy..." I was out of breath, but told her the story anyway. By the time I was finished she had already packed a sack for herself.
"Pack your things. Hurry! They'll be here soon." The old woman nodded down toward the castle and hurried to put the scones in the dining room as if we were having guests, to not be suspicious.
As I tripped up the stairs I heard horses' hoofs pounding the ground outside my window. I had to hurry! I packed a small bag in double-time. Quickly, I added my magic book to the bag. I then sneaked down the stairs to the back of the kitchen when I heard a knock on on the door. Unbeknowest to Mandy I sneaked out a window and escaped into the night, all while she was answering the door.
At first, I couldn't hardly see, since my eyes were still adjusted to the candles in the manor. I silently cursed myself for not bringing a candle with me.
When I reached the forest I stopped. How could I see in there? Cautiously I stepped inside the canopy of trees. I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. I heard my name called behind me and ran into the forest. I was worried about tree roots, but eerily there wasn't any. For a while I did fine but eventually my legs became sore. I took a rest and ate a small piece of cheese I had salvaged from the kitchen.
With my hunger at least subsided and nearly my whole body aching now, I fell into a deep slumber. My dreams consisted of Char and how his life would have turned out if I had stayed with him. I dreamt of me putting a knife to his neck, a poisionous liquid drink, a deadly sickness...
So many ways of killing a person. The last one was the worst, though. Me kissing him, telling him I love him, then saying it was all a plan, and stab him. I would watch him bleeding to death on the floor... I screamed.
A hand covered my mouth. I squirmed and murmured to no avail. It was a meadium-sized hand that occupied my mouth at the moment, probably from and older woman or from a young man. The second was true.
"Be quiet and still, my love. I will help you." My squirmings stopped and my mouth was almost glued together. I turned my eyes up to see a boy about my age. He was just the opposite of... I couldn't bring myself to even think the name now.
The boy l was held captive by gave me his other hand to help me stand up, but when I tried, I plumped straight back onto the ground. He then took both hands to pick me up. I couldn't break away because of the curse was still over me. So I was being carried against my will to a small little cabin in the distance. I could see the yellow glow of the candles event through the deep dark wood.
I could tell I was beginning to feel heavy to the boy, because he kept on going slower, and slower. He eventually knocked on the door ever so slightly.
I could hear shuffling feet on the other side of the door. Then an older, heavyset woman opened the door saying, "Eric, you don't always have to be catered to you know... Oh..." She then saw what he held in his arms. Her eyes locked on my tiny feet.
"Come in, come in. I'll go put on a hot bath for this maiden. Make sure she gets something to eat." The lady walked away without a second glance, almost as if she did this sort of thing every day. I could only imagine what I looked like, running through the forest in the dark, sleeping with no shelter, and then being carried against my will in maid clothe's of all things!
Eric laid me down on a bed where I could finally get a good look at him. He was a musceled young man with dark hair and blue eyes. Tall, dark and handsome. He was probably about eighteen years old, two years older than I.
"Tell me your name please." His voice was surprisingly low for such a young person. My mouth moved, and nothing came out. No! It wasn't an order. I still couldn't move or talk!
After a few minutes the boy began to speak again. "I know you're mad at me... Just tell me you're name."
My tongue loosened and when my voice finally came out it was a high squeak. "Asha." I didn't realize the boy in front of me also spoke many different languages and spoke back to me in Ayorthian.
"As you heard my mother earlier, my name is Eric. I hope you're okay. I was sitting on that very bed when I hear a blood-curling scream. I pulled on my boots and ran into the woods to find the source. I never knew a lady could produce such a terrible thing from her mouth." He smiled.
I marveled at how quickly he had covered my mouth right after I had screamed. I smiled anyway and said,"Well I guess you learned something today."
Eric's mother returned with a change of clothes for me and escorted me to my bath. As I sat down in the tin horse trough-like stucture, I thought about how nice Eric was being to me even though he didn't know me very well. And I couldn't help but comparing him to the Prince of Kyrria. Would Char do this? If he heard the blood-curling scream I had apparently given, he would have sent some gaurds ahead to see what it was. The gaurds would have reported back to Char before ever touching me. What if I had been dying? By the time Char would have found me I would have been dead.
Thinking about these things during a refreshing bath made a bad deal for my sleep that night. It was unsettling how I was always thinking of Char.
Apparently Eric let me sleep on his bed, with him on the floor in the kitchen. I was comfortable enough and too exhausted to show my thankfulness. Just not having stable dreams...
The next morning I awoke to the smell of a mince pie. Yum! I quickly got out of the bed, changed into one of my Mother's dresses and went to the kitchen. When I was going by the table I nearly trip and fell over Eric!
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to..." Then I saw the grin of pure amusement on Eric's fac. He had tripped me on purpose to just see me laugh! Although I told myself the night before the only person I would laugh at was Char, I found myself laughing anyway.
His deep laughter joined mine and again I compared it to Char's laugh. His would sound like bell's tolling... I had to stop this.
I ate breakfast with Maria (the mother) and Eric and then went to the room I was staying in. I grabbed my magic book out of my grime covered bag, opening straight away to a page from Char's journal. I started reading, even though now I didn't feel welcome to know his thoughts.
I just don't understand. Why would Ella pose as another person, lying to my face. It was no wonder I had enjoyed Lela's prescence at the balls. And I told the person I loved that I shan't ever marry! This is probably all gibberish, but I don't care. I'm just trying to get my thoughts out. Oh, how I wish Ella would just talk to me. It would be so much easier.
I am going to search for her, since she seemed to escape from Dame Olga's house minutes before I got there. I will do anything to find my love. Even if I have to sacrifice my own life to find her.
There were about two pages more but I couldn't read on. Tears pored down my face once more. No! He couldn't sacrifice his life for me! What had I gotten the people I love in to? I turned the page to find a picture of Char. He was in front of a very small, cozy building. The same building I was in...
Ya a cliff-hanger! This is my first fanfic that I've actually deemed good enough to add more chapters to. It depends on how many reviews I get... ::cheesy grin:: :-} I'll make a deal with ya'll. I'll write chapters and put them up every one or two weeks if I get reviews. I write'm, you review'em. Deal on my part. What about yours?
Quiz: Who was Ella's fairy godmother? -All you have to do is put the answer with yuor review, it's that easy!
I should get 100% correct answers. It's so easy, but my brain is dead at 12:19 in the morning.
I hope you like it.
I got the Oh, Char ideas from this seasons bachelorette. It makes me sick how Ashley treats the cutest guys on there like trash and like Bentley is a god. Anybody else agree? Oh, Bentley, oh Bentley. bleh
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