Guardians Of Truth
A young woman was walking down the dark streets of New Orleans on a warm May night. She fanned herself with her hand to cool off. You may have heard of her. Or you may not have heard of her. But I will tell you about her anyway.
Her name is Belle Soleil. She is a tall beautiful twenty six year old woman with raven curls and blue/green eyes. You can see her eyes clearly through a white mask she wears on her face. No one knows why she wears a mask, or how she came to wear one. She sees the way people look at her when she walks down the street. Adults stop, stare, and walk on. Children stop, stare, and run away.
Don't feel sorry for her though. Belle still gets around. She mostly travels at night. She loves the dark. It is so beautiful. She can blend in whereever she pleases.
Belle is walking down the dark streets of the Quarter. She was passing a cafe when two men sauntered out. One man clumsily fell on her and knocked her down, while the other man picked her up forcefully and asked,"Well what is a pretty little thing like you doing out here alone?"
She sneered at him. "Having a perfectly good walk till you ruined it monseiur!" she spat at him
"Oh, I'm sorry." he said sounding apologetic, then he threw her against the side of the pub. He looked into her blue eyes. "What are you hiding behind that mask?" he asked
"Nothing of importance to you sir!" she cried
The man slapped the mask off her face at her comment and he gasped in horror. "A monster!" he cried He and his friend ran off down the street.
Belle fell to the ground and picked up her mask. She replaced it back on her face, then she got up and walked home. Her home was the empty Broule Hall. Broule was just outside of New Orleans. The house used to be a magnificent mansion. Now the white paint was faded, and crawling with ivy and jasmine.
Belle moved to her own rhythm as she walked out of her city to her home on the Bayou. She would soon find out that you are not alone. Even she deserves to be happy and saved.