A/N: We all know what a slack off I am. And we all know that I have no business reading and writing Ella Enchanted fics when I have other...umph...'things' to be writing.... I mean... doing. R/R and maybe I'll post more of this and my others!
Disclaimer: Any mention of a person, place, or thing from Ella Enchanted belongs to Gail Carson Levine and I guess her publishers. If there are other relations pertaining to anyone else's stories and fics they have been purely coincidental. If there is a problem with this then you can contact me and I'll see what I can do.
Can't Turn Back by: Stuntwoman
Chapter 1: Tatania of Geanne
Tatania of Geanne, a small town near Bast, was never like most girls. She disliked frilly gowns and clothes shopping at the village market. She wasn't like the other girls that dreamt of becoming heroines and conquering female warriors, the sort like that. Tatania was the most unusual. She was almost scholarly. Instead of going on adventures and fighting bandits, Tatania would sit in her favourite chair and read about them. She knew all kind of things like mathematics and physics.
Tatania wasn't the most social being either. She preferred to be alone in her room or the library, doing the abnormal. Though she didn't socialize, it was known that once you started her on a subject she knew much about, you'd find yourself in a very involved conversation.
Tatania wasn't a very obeying child. Of course she was no spoiled brat, but she had to try her best to initiate rules. By many of the adult population she was thought to be in a way, a rebel.
Though Tatania disliked the outdoors, she had no qualms about being there. Especially when she was doing something exciting. A lot of people would mistake her as quiet and passive, but really she was nowhere near it. She was nice to the many people that she had no grudge against, but she had the wit and skill to be cruel when she felt it necessary, though it would be a hard prospect to think when such a time would arise.
The only explanation one could give for the reason of Tatiana's nature would have to be the love that she received from her parents. How she had stayed the same way throughout the many tragedies that she overcame is questionable though.
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"Really Agatha, I don't understand the prospect of having to drag me out to the market, today of all days." An exasperated fifteen year old Tatania was walking behind her nurse, dragging her feet in the grime.
"Well Tatania, one would think you'd be smart enough to realize that the number of your best attire are suspiciously diminishing and that we've come to replace them." The nurse looked at her charge with bright eyes, guessing at what had happened to the amount of frilly petticoats, corsets, and gowns that had gone missing. Tatania was too devious for her own good. To her, the idea of dressing up the silly village girls who would dream of the chance to attend a Geanneian gala was a delight. For they would be the ones to take her place if she were invited. And it was no secret that Tatania would be invited, for she was the closest thing to beauty that Geanne had ever seen.
Sir George and Lady Arielle, Tatiana's parents, had been the most handsome couple this side of Frell. And it had been no surprise that Tatania would be as lovely as they. She had her father's dark hair and skin, and her mothers brown eyes, long nose, and lips.
Tatania scowled at her nurse, but didn't argue for she knew that it had been her own fault.
"Tatania dear, would explain what you meant by 'today of all days'?" Tatania looked at her Agatha innocently and was about to come up with a plausible excuse when she noticed her friend, and doorman rushing towards them.
Agatha looked at the doorman and questioned,
"Charles, what has happened?" The man looked flushed from his run, but also distressed.
"What is it?" Tatania asked anxiously, sensing something awful.
"Just come and see for yourself, Missus, I cannot exactly say." Charles said. Tatania could see a glimmer of unshed tears in his eyes and she became even more worried. She glanced at her nurse and started running towards the manor. Something terrible must have happened. There was only one thought in her mind. Mother and Father...
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A/N: Please excuse my lack of writing skills. It's just the way I am. R/R please! At least umm...seven reviews before I go to the next chapter? So what we are all selfish sometimes! I hope ff.net's review box isn't screwy. If you liked this please tell me. I'm not sure if I'll keep it up.
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