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".:."--Chapter 1 --".:."
Isabella Marie Swan
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Hair: Chocolate brown - Long
Eyes: Dark Brown and Bright Blue
Location: Rome, Italy
Status: Daughter of Lord and Lady Swan of Kentworthy
"Okay dear, go straight ahead for two days time and then you shall reach a large boulder on the center of the path, it separates into two roads follow the one on the right side and you shall reach the village. Go to the innkeeper, tell him that Meredith sent you and he will give you a free room until you earn enough coins doing odd jobs around the streets for your ticket money. I've already sent him a parchment notifying them of your arrival in three days time. If you've been travelling for longer then the three days and two nights you must of strayed off the path, find your way back as fast as you can as there is only so much food I could give you before cook becomes suspicious ok? Oh and please for the life of me and you for the matter do not take the left at the boulder…." she let the sentence trail off as her old features began to waver.
I always disliked seeing tears on her beautiful, motherly face. Twas a shame her husband died before any little ones could have been born. Meredith had lived over 6 decades and was now reaching her 67th birthday she had been windowed for 52 years, though she looked not a day over 30.
Anyway she would have made a wonderful mother but I was practically her kin as I was born in her hands and was leaving them as well.
Meredith was mothers midwife and was helping her give birth, she was the first person to hold me, many times I heard the story that I wouldn't leave her arms for anything. Not even when she tried to give me back to mother, so much to mothers dismay she was placed as my governess.
Mother of course was envious at the time because everyone gave Meredith all the attention because she always had me in her arms, Trina (mothers hand made) had told me that my eyes wouldn't open for 6 days, everyone was getting worried that I was getting blind but Trina said that the first day I went outside my eyes had opened to sunshine. My eyes though were very strange; they were dark brown with bright blue flecks in them.
Mother only wanted me for a prop anyway, I was for show to create the illusion of a portrait worthy family, all smiles and laughter though that was just the pretty mask covering the ugly truth.
And then father, fathers aloofness was apparent to my mother as well. One out of curiosity 2 years ago I had followed him, sneaking out of Meredith's watchful had been quite the feat, anyway he had hopped on an awaiting carriage so this ordeal must have been planned. I had grabbed beauty (my chocolate mare) and stealthily crept behind him, staying in the shadows.
He had gambled, drank ale and gone off with one of the village ever since that fateful night not two words had been uttered regarding father and to father, he was asleep all day anyway so he did not notice this.
Though this does explain why mother was always so cruel and decided to make me wed that tool of a boy Michael.
Meredith's voice broke me out of me musings, to my utter surprise we had already reached the stables and I assume Meredith had already saddled Beauty. She was now sobbing into the very silk handkerchief I had sewed for her four years ago. I'm shocked it was still in her position as she was always "misplacing" thinks. One when I was a wee baby she had lost me in the morn and found me at sundown.
In my crib where she had left me.
My eyes started to tear up as the little drops cascaded down her face and she pulled me into a warm embrace "oh mio bello angelo never forget me, I hope your dreams come true! Me sure to visit me after you get married; not even your mother can hold a grudge for that long!" rolling my eyes I held on more softly to her.
"You know I will, after I travel the world and without a husband" now it was her turn to roll her eyes heavenward.
"Once you get there send my best regards to Lou" I smiled as she helped me mount Beauty; she was a small mare but as was I, scarcely reaching 5'3. She was born to Eliza, one of our other horses four days after my birth. Her fur matched my hair exactly so mother had given her too me. For show anyway.
My smile deepened as I remembered the first day I had ridden her. The area we live in is constantly raining, even in the summer. It does get boring after a while and sometimes I would just stare out the window. Dreaming as I do when I saw a small horse out the window. Curiosity got the better of me as I grabbed a sheet and ran into the gardens, I had played with her in the rain; I watch people ride horses all the time and I had decided to hop on her. It was exhilarating to ride bareback while the water was pouring over my eyes.
"Please stay safe, I will miss you so much darling the house will seem so dreary without your singing and pitter-patter of feet running around" she wiped a tear from the corner of her eye and gave me 2 sacks to hand around the saddle.
"In these bags are all the things you'll need for the three day journey…and a few extras" she winked at me when she said this and instantly I knew what she was talking about. Then she handed me a cloak "wear this so you won't get caught."
Nodding I started to tie the ribbon around my neck while Meredith started to rummage around for something in her apron. "Ah here it is, a dagger! Use this carefully I know your habits of not thinking before you act remember what happened last time?" she raised her eyebrow at my sudden burst of excitement. I could practically feel my eyes light up as the dagger came into my palm.
"Bella" she said warningly. Smirking I remembered why I was forbidden to ever touch a dagger in the first place.
FLASHBACK
"Who taught her to use a dagger like that!?" father roared though his gaze never left my own the entire time.
Grinning my trademark cheeky smile, showing off all my teeth I looked up at father. "why you did father, remember when I was eight you taught me that trick…?" he sighed in exasperation as his large hands enveloped his face "Bella its been six years and correct me if I'm wrong the trick did not involve knocking down sixteen guards, four cows, two pigs, and mothers most expensive china"
My pert grin was one again plastered on my features as I stared straight into his eyes "I can teach you if you desire?"
END FLASHBACK
That was when I used to talk to father, it was all very much different now.
I looked down at the women who has been more to me then a birth mother to any child wrapping her withering arms around my waste and I her neck. "Oh if only I could paint portraits of your parents and especially the poor excuse of life and dimwit you call bethroed -sigh- I would be complete for life" a giggle escaped my lips before I could swallow it back.
How everyone will miss your tinkling laughter, not even your mother could resist a grouchy face when you open your pearly white teeth. The castle will be like a jewellery box without the ballerina and the sound, only a decorated, hallow, empty container"
"Ah, but do not forget the pretty trinkets that fill the box"
"What are pretty jewels compared to life? They may be beautiful but are only there to satisfy the beseecher, while the ballerina and the music provide joy and laughter."
We both stared at each other and I came to the empathy that the battle was not about jewellery boxes.
Obviously.
I placed a chaste kiss upon her forehead as I galloped away, bidding my farewell in the form of a wave. I saw her arm raise in goodbye.
My smile faded as the concept of never seeing Meredith flew into my thoughts, but then disappeared just as fast as my smile became more pronounced and laughter broke through my lips.
I could travel the world, find love! Be happy!
Finally…Freedom.
Breakaway Kelly Clarkson
Grew up in a small town
And when the rain would fall down
I'd just stare out my window
Dreaming of what could be
And if I'd end up happy
I would pray (I would pray)
Trying hard to reach out
But when I tried to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I prayed I could break away
Chorus:
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky
And I'll make a wishTake a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget all the ones that I love
I'll take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Wanna feel the warm breeze
Sleep under a palm tree
Feel the rush of the ocean
Get onboard a fast train
Travel on a jet plane, far away (I will)
And breakaway
Chorus
Buildings with a hundred floors
Swinging around revolving doors
Maybe I don't know where they'll take me but
Gotta keep moving on, moving on
Fly away, breakaway
I'll spread my wings
And I'll learn how to fly
Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye
I gotta take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget the place I come from
I gotta take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway, breakaway, breakaway
Done, I'll try to update as soon as possible. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Don't hesitate to review because I read the E-mail at my friends house all the time, it just takes longer to update because of the typing. THANK!
