Hey, sorry about not updating for awhile. I was kinda busy with school and all. Well, thanks for the reviews, I really appreciate them. : ) The story takes off right where I left it - sorta.
Berenice was awake late that night thinking. Her room was the coolest she had ever been in. She lay in the huge bed with a deep red and violet coverlet and deep red bed curtains. The whole room was done in red, violet and deep brown mahogany. At first it took her breath away and she spent her first 15 minutes in there walking around touching her new furniture, utterly awed.
A maid had been assigned to Berenice and Arsinoe, a rosy cheeked brown bunned young woman named Hattie. She had given Berenice and Arsinoe night gowns and took their measurement and said she would find them some suitable clothes to wear until their own clothes were ready.
Arsinoe was overjoyed with her new surroundings and it wasn't that Berenice was ungrateful, she'd just rather be in her own world. Tears formed in her eyes as she stared at her ceiling from her bed as the reality of the situation sunk in. She'd never see her mom, or her dad or her step-mom and half sister ever again. She'd never go home. Berenice originally lived in France with her dad, step-mom and half-sister, Claire. She had been visiting her mother and sister when it happened. As the tears spilt down her cheeks she wish she had never gone to the States, wished her parents hadn't gotten a divorce. They had gotten divorce eleven years ago, but if they hadn't maybe she wouldn't be in TORTALL right now. Tortall! She couldn't believe she was in Tortall, an imaginary land from books! She had met and talked to imaginary characters. Tortall! What was she supposed to do here? She had liked her life in her world! Why did Arsinoe have to go and ruin it with her little spell? Berenice fell asleep with these thoughts, tears soaking her pillow.
She woke groggily the next morning, rubbing that gunk you get in your eyes(*whats that stuff called anyway?*) of her eyes. She first had no clue where she was, but the unhappy remembrance soon came rushing back. Not really knowing what to do she slipped out of bed, and went through the sitting room she shared with Arsinoe and went into to Arsinoe's room, stopping in the doorframe.
Arsinoe, who had been daydreaming gave Berenice an injured look, as if offended to have her day dreams interrupted and asked in a little sweet voice, "Yes?"
"Um, I was- I was wondering if you had any counter spell of some kind to bring us -or me- back to our world."
Arsinoe stared at her as if she was crazy. " Are you serious?" she asked getting out of her bed, "This is the best thing that has ever happened to us, at least me, why would you want to go back to our world when you could be here?" Arsinoe stood in front of her and put her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows.
"I liked my life there," Berenice said, "Won't you miss mom and dad, Diane and Claire or your friends?"
"First of all, Dad, Diane and Claire are your family not mine, and second of all don't think I didn't think it through before I did the spell the spell. To come here I sacrificed mom and friends to be here." Arsinoe said.
"I don't understand why would want to give up your whole life just to come here," Berenice told her. "What are we supposed to do here anywayz?"
"We could teach them about our world," Arsinoe said, but before she could go on there was a knock on there sitting room door. Berenice ran to open it while Arsinoe peered out her doorway to see who it was. It was Hattie, the maid. She juggled an arm full of clothes and a tray with food on it. Berenice immediately helped by taking the tray and placing it on a low table in the sitting room.
Hattie outfitted Arsinoe while Berenice breakfast, and vice versa so that soon they were both properly dressed and fed. A short while after that King Jonathan, Numair and another mage showed up and this is where I will end this part-sorry I don't know how else to end this.
Well, has anyone else read Squire yet? so far I'm the only one I know. I usually defend Jon, but I must say Jon is such a big prig in Squire, he has totally changed! I refuse to believe it, I love him! Oh well I forgive anyway, I'll love him again when I read In the Hand of Goddess again. Anywayz isn't so surprising what happens to Joren? That really surprised me! OK I'll stop now.
Berenice was awake late that night thinking. Her room was the coolest she had ever been in. She lay in the huge bed with a deep red and violet coverlet and deep red bed curtains. The whole room was done in red, violet and deep brown mahogany. At first it took her breath away and she spent her first 15 minutes in there walking around touching her new furniture, utterly awed.
A maid had been assigned to Berenice and Arsinoe, a rosy cheeked brown bunned young woman named Hattie. She had given Berenice and Arsinoe night gowns and took their measurement and said she would find them some suitable clothes to wear until their own clothes were ready.
Arsinoe was overjoyed with her new surroundings and it wasn't that Berenice was ungrateful, she'd just rather be in her own world. Tears formed in her eyes as she stared at her ceiling from her bed as the reality of the situation sunk in. She'd never see her mom, or her dad or her step-mom and half sister ever again. She'd never go home. Berenice originally lived in France with her dad, step-mom and half-sister, Claire. She had been visiting her mother and sister when it happened. As the tears spilt down her cheeks she wish she had never gone to the States, wished her parents hadn't gotten a divorce. They had gotten divorce eleven years ago, but if they hadn't maybe she wouldn't be in TORTALL right now. Tortall! She couldn't believe she was in Tortall, an imaginary land from books! She had met and talked to imaginary characters. Tortall! What was she supposed to do here? She had liked her life in her world! Why did Arsinoe have to go and ruin it with her little spell? Berenice fell asleep with these thoughts, tears soaking her pillow.
She woke groggily the next morning, rubbing that gunk you get in your eyes(*whats that stuff called anyway?*) of her eyes. She first had no clue where she was, but the unhappy remembrance soon came rushing back. Not really knowing what to do she slipped out of bed, and went through the sitting room she shared with Arsinoe and went into to Arsinoe's room, stopping in the doorframe.
Arsinoe, who had been daydreaming gave Berenice an injured look, as if offended to have her day dreams interrupted and asked in a little sweet voice, "Yes?"
"Um, I was- I was wondering if you had any counter spell of some kind to bring us -or me- back to our world."
Arsinoe stared at her as if she was crazy. " Are you serious?" she asked getting out of her bed, "This is the best thing that has ever happened to us, at least me, why would you want to go back to our world when you could be here?" Arsinoe stood in front of her and put her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows.
"I liked my life there," Berenice said, "Won't you miss mom and dad, Diane and Claire or your friends?"
"First of all, Dad, Diane and Claire are your family not mine, and second of all don't think I didn't think it through before I did the spell the spell. To come here I sacrificed mom and friends to be here." Arsinoe said.
"I don't understand why would want to give up your whole life just to come here," Berenice told her. "What are we supposed to do here anywayz?"
"We could teach them about our world," Arsinoe said, but before she could go on there was a knock on there sitting room door. Berenice ran to open it while Arsinoe peered out her doorway to see who it was. It was Hattie, the maid. She juggled an arm full of clothes and a tray with food on it. Berenice immediately helped by taking the tray and placing it on a low table in the sitting room.
Hattie outfitted Arsinoe while Berenice breakfast, and vice versa so that soon they were both properly dressed and fed. A short while after that King Jonathan, Numair and another mage showed up and this is where I will end this part-sorry I don't know how else to end this.
Well, has anyone else read Squire yet? so far I'm the only one I know. I usually defend Jon, but I must say Jon is such a big prig in Squire, he has totally changed! I refuse to believe it, I love him! Oh well I forgive anyway, I'll love him again when I read In the Hand of Goddess again. Anywayz isn't so surprising what happens to Joren? That really surprised me! OK I'll stop now.