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Chapter two: Inescapableness
Eight Years later….
The wind whistled past the wood shutters as the dawn came upon the land. The sun was rising and slowly caressing the sky around it. Below the clouds, and the rain; on the earth below was an unnatural fog setting it's self amongst the forest and the thick, tall grassy plains.
In a tower high above the soldiers and the battle below; hidden away was a princess. Not just any princess the Chosen One. The young girl sleep wishfully; hidden away from the world with a small token around her neck; a violet fire. Dreaming of the day she would return to the palace and clam her knight hood. Dreams of merry and happy thoughts slipped away to a dreadful nightmare. Like the many nights before this fateful day.
The passage way was long and dark; Issa was only able to see a foot in front of her yet she heard a voice calling to her. Just calling into the night; hoping for an answer. She could no longer pull her-self out of this dream she had to face what ever this was and she had to find out what this thing was. Issa wanted so much for it to stop haunting her dreams. She came to the end of the hall and saw a thick door blocking her way. What was this doing here? Why was there a door here? Of all places.
She pushed the door willingly open; taking all her strength to press on. It lead into a large open room; the stars shone down upon her as she made her way inside. Isabelle stepped forward and jumped at the sound of the thick oak door slamming behind her.
She was no longer in her Page uniform or the pale breeches and tunic she normally wore. But a real gown, fitting her status and her hair was out of its normal knot and pony tail bun. Falling into neat little ringlet curls. Her gown was a silk and velvet creation in violet. She hated dresses and hated standing in this dark room.
She could no longer hear the thick sobs; she once had. As she stepped down on to the steps; lights around the room flickered on, all the way down. As she came to the bottom she saw a woman cloaked in black crying on a stool in the middle of the room. Her hair was long and black, her hands were aged, and as Issa saw they most likely belonged to a woman of the mother's age.
She slowly walked to the woman; not wanting to frighten her. The cloaked figure looked up at Issa and in a sweet voice asked her if she was here to set her free and asked if her mother had died yet. Issa yelled at the woman how she dare say that about her mother. The great lioness; Queen of Tortall; that's when the woman rose to full height, and whispered softly; "Then I will kill the most prized thing she owns, you."
As the room faded around her, Issa stepped away from the woman and in a thick strong voice she cried. "Who Are you!" as the figure faded away, into the darkness. She yelled back; at full force.
"DEILA OF ELDORAN, THE LOVER OF DUKE ROGER! THE RIGTHFUL KING!"
She screamed after the fading princess.
Isabelle woke from her dream with a start. It had happened finally; and who was this woman? She stood in front of the mirror dressing her hair into it neat bun. She was Duke Nealan's squire. He was the young and widowed duke of Queens Cove. He had sort of grown up with her and was great friends with her brother. Many at her master's home were the only ones to see her beauty. Normally she made sure no one else saw it; mainly young men who wished to be in line for a throne. She pulled on simple cotton breeches and a tunic. Her tank top underneath was thin and light. Just right for hot summer days.
She raced down to the river toward the Queens Cove children and just as she reached them an army of many men, just older then her and older came galloping at great speeds toward the palace of the duke. She ushered the children toward the palace and inside to the waiting arm of the nannies and their grandmother. The old woman turned toward her and that her Knight master needed her and she was too look like a girl.
So she did as she was told. Pulled her red ringlets out of its neat bun and brushed it thought with her fingers. Issa wiped as much dirt as she could off her face and entered her masters meeting chambers. The doors were heavy but manageable; she pushed them open and entered the room.
It was full of noble men or at least ten and a noble woman. She knew her to be Kel, Protector of the small; everyone hushed as she slowly walked toward her Knight master. He smiled at her and told her to sit. As she did the noble man complemented her on her successes and told her how lovely she was growing up. Issa was tired and had no time to think of any men or boys or anyone for that matter. Just then the doors flung open and the sunlight burned her eyes as the black figure entered.
R&R L.
