Chapter 1: A new beginning, and a new problem.
A dark cloud hovered over Moonacre, rolling over the hills like an ominous monster waiting to devour something. The moon loomed in the sky half full not as big as it had been only a month and a half ago but still large enough to spread a pale moonlight. I, Maria Merryweather sat up in my bed staring at the stars that twinkled on her ceiling with a seemingly magical touch, it was late and I found sleep hard to find and nearly impossible to achieve. Throwing the duvet back from the bed I grabbed the candlebra from the curved bed frame and lit it with a coal from the fire.
Exiting from my miniscule door and glancing a crossed the small hallway at the painting of the very first Moon Princess,
"Good morning, Moon Princess." I whispered as was routine. In that month in a half after Moonacre had been restored I had turned fifteen. The birthday, in my opinion, was catastrophic. Wrolf ended up licking a large portion of the frosting off the cake and then laid down in front of the door so no one could leave or enter, Robin, being his infuriating self had teased me that I hadn't grown a bit and it got so terrible that Loveday ended up scolding him for his attitude. Uncle, meanwhile, was merrily getting drunk with Mr. De Noir and laughing merrily as Digweed played his quaint wooden flute.
"Princess," said Robin mockingly "What are you going to save now that the Moon Pearls are out of the way?" he teased me endlessly and Loveday gasped at him "Robin I do believe you've had too much to drink." I nodded, miffed at how pompous he was being. "I ain't had enough to drink." the young man slurred and Loveday rolled her eyes sending him off to bed in one of Moonacre Manor's many rooms. She then sent her father and husband off to bed and returned to say goodnight to Mrs. Heliotrope (Now married to Digweed) and myself.
And now as I made my way down to the room with the Piano I felt shivers, something seemed to be wrong but I didn't know what. Probably just jitters from being a whole nother age. I hoped no one would wake up and admitted they were probably all to drunk to care I sat down at the green piano bench and ran my fingers over the ivory keys. I gently pressed one down and marveled at the sweet note that exited the piano and ran out in the room, when I pressed that one the piano began to play a duet that needed two people to complete it. I began to press keys playing the accompaniment to the song, not even noticing the dark figure enter the room. "Maria." and I must have jumped four feet in the air, "Robin," I stuttered "You scared the living daylights out of me!" I flew from the bench at him in a rage "Ok, Ok i'm sorry." he said in a tone that said the opposite, holding up his hands in surrender. "You. Robin De Noir agitate me on my best days." I huffed at him why did he make me feel so annoyed all the time? Frowning I walked passed him and caught his wild woodsy scent wafting into my nose, shivers travelled down my spine and I barely had the strength to keep walking. "Good night Robin." I called over my should and made my way back to the tower.
I, Maria Merryweather, swore that I would not let the likes of Robin De Noir get the best of me. as I fell back into a fitful dreamless sleep.
Author's Note:
I DO NOT CLAIM RIGHTS TO THE FILM 'SECRETS OF MOONACRE' OR THE LITTLE WHITE HORSE.
Hello! Please bear with me and these short chapters i'm sure I can make it worth your while.
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