Hello reader, please try to enjoy this chapter, and if you like it, a
review would be welcoming. Also, I'd just like to say that there is going
to be a nasty/sick scene in this chapter, as short as it might me. So
beware…
Only Time Can Tell
By: Spirit_Saviour
A startled thirteen-year-old girl woke up to the aromas of a freshly cooked breakfast. She lay on a straw mattress, and opening green eyes, surveyed her surroundings. Where was she? She could only remember fragments of what had occurred over the past few days: Loneliness and a lot of cold air.
Singing erupted from somewhere near her left and she turned her head. A short, stout, middle-aged woman was setting a table that allowed only six chairs to occupy it.
The lady, suddenly realizing that it's guest was awake, hastily sauntered over to her (the girl's) side.
"Good mornin'. How are you feelin' darlin'?" the lady asked, her voice like thick warm honey.
"Where am I?" the shaking girl replied.
"You're at my husband's – Stephen Lakes – humble abode. My name is Jessie and these two," she, Jessie, produced two girls which the stranger hadn't noticed earlier, "are my daughters Flora and Megan. They were the ones who had found you unconscience underneath one of the forest's trees. They'd thought that you was some kind of princess and showed you to Stephen. He took pity on you, God bless his soul, and so far, you've been asleep on this bed for three whole days." Pausing for a moment, Jessie peered into the girl's face. This lass had the most enchanting eyes that Jessie had ever seen, and impulses to help the distressed child-woman made her extra nice. "May I ask you who you are?"
The girl thought for a moment. What WAS her name? Something with a Lil…Lilias…no, Lilia? "I…I do not know…"
Shocked, Jessie realized that the girl had lost most, well, maybe almost all, of her memories during whatever had brought her to the situation she was in. Only time could heal that.
"Oh child, you poor thing. What are we to do with you?" Thinking for a moment, the housewife looked over to an ebony chest which was placed at the foot of the bed. Reaching over and opening the lid, she took out a silvery garment, a pair of silk slippers, and a beautiful necklace. "When my Stephen found you, you were wearing these things."
Handing over the items, the lass fingered them. Short flashes of hazy events came to her mind: She was thirteen, her name was…Lilica? Yes, that was it. And…and a strange beautiful face of a boy she had once knew.
Turning back to Jessie, she slipped the necklace over her head and hugged the finery to her body.
"My name is Lilica."
******************
Walking across a deserted dirt path, Lilica made her way back to her new family. Three months had passed, and the Lakes family had, out of pity, adopted her.
She carried a basket of goods bought from the neighboring village, full to the brim with needed necessities. A breeze passed by her and the smell of blooming flowers filled the air. Noting that the sun was not going to set as soon as she had thought, Lilica had a few more hours until she would be expected to arrive home. So, finding a shady spot to rest underneath, she set down her load and gracefully sat onto a healthy patch of soft grass.
Birds sang cheerfully and gray clouds hung in the sky. The wind was cool, fresh, and whistled through her long flaxen hair. Trying to remember parts of her past again, no more memories came to her mind and tears of frustration fell from her eyes.
What was the name of that boy who would constantly come to her dreams at night? He haunted her sleep, calling out to her as if he had lost something precious.
Singing softly, Lilica thought about her new family. She never spoke much in front of them, and did every possible chore that she could get just to please Jessie.
Sniffing the air, a strange smell reached her nostrils. Smoke.
Quickly getting up and grabbing the forgotten basket, Lilica ran towards the Lakes' cottage. Her feet sent small bits of earth to fall harmlessly to the ground in her haste, and the delicate necklace she wore thumped against her chest.
Fearing for the worst, she skidded to a stop when green eyes took in the ongoing scene. The cozy building was encased in bright orange flames, and quickly started to groan in protest as a wall crashed to the ground. Stephen and Jessie's mutilated bodies were strewn on the ground, while two toddlers cried at their loss in the arms of dangerous looking men.
Raiders had invaded the Lakes family, and one of them instantly pointed towards her direction when her presence had been noted. Realizing that she was in a lot of trouble, fright and panic caused her tired legs to carry her as far and as fast as they could away from the bandits. She abandoned the heavy basket in hopes of gaining speed, but despite the purpose of the idea, she felt a big strong hand encircle her wrist.
Frantically kicking out at her attacker, a savage blow directed at the back of her knees caused her to fall to the ground. Thick leather cords skillfully bound her hands and feet together, and Lilica felt her body lift off from the ground as the man hefted her across his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Dazed and shocked into silence, the captive stiffened as a rough hand slid up underneath her skirts and stroked her thighs. What was he doing?
"Get your hands off her Danles." came a smooth dark voice from behind.
"Awwwww. Come on Salias, I'm jus' havin' fun."
"Well, there'll be no coupling when I'm around. These girls are to be sold to the prince's private harem – whatever that is, and they don't need to be presented to him in such a bad state. The royal bastard pays good money for his women."
Grumpy setting Lilica down onto the ground, Danles walked off and she quickly took a look at their leader. He had dark hair, blue eyes, and tan skin. Salias, as Lilica had concluded, looked down at her with cold eyes. They soften when he saw the tears which blurred her vision, and quietly asked her, "What is your name lass?"
"Lilica." She croaked.
Pausing for a moment, Salias examined Lilica. She was a stunning child, and would grow up to be a very beautiful woman. If she lived. "Okay Lilica, if you don't try to run away from my band, then I'll release you from your bonds, but if you do, you'll be wearing them day and night, all the way to the Fountain Palace. Do you want me to take these straps off?"
Nodding her head, Lilica felt as a knife ruggedly cut off the leather thongs. Salias asked this question to Flora and Megan, who had nodded their heads in comply, and watched as their bonds were also sliced in two.
Pushing herself off from the ground, she wobbled for a moment on her feet. This was going to be a long day.
Author's Notes:
Reader: That was crap!
Spirit_Saviour: No, it wasn't! *starts crying*
Reader: Isn't this supposed to be a fairy tale?
Spirit_Saviour: Yes it is! Lilica's just in her human skin right now.
Reader: Your chapters are too short then, and need more "fairy" stuff.
Spirit_Saviour: I need to develop the plot right now, so leave me alone.
Reader: Leave you alone!? How could I? You're the one who's writing my part. *rolls eyes*
Spirit_Saviour: Oh yeah! Then prepare to say goodbye criticizer. Your days are numbered.
Reader: G'bye.
Spirit_Saviour: Hey-
Only Time Can Tell
By: Spirit_Saviour
A startled thirteen-year-old girl woke up to the aromas of a freshly cooked breakfast. She lay on a straw mattress, and opening green eyes, surveyed her surroundings. Where was she? She could only remember fragments of what had occurred over the past few days: Loneliness and a lot of cold air.
Singing erupted from somewhere near her left and she turned her head. A short, stout, middle-aged woman was setting a table that allowed only six chairs to occupy it.
The lady, suddenly realizing that it's guest was awake, hastily sauntered over to her (the girl's) side.
"Good mornin'. How are you feelin' darlin'?" the lady asked, her voice like thick warm honey.
"Where am I?" the shaking girl replied.
"You're at my husband's – Stephen Lakes – humble abode. My name is Jessie and these two," she, Jessie, produced two girls which the stranger hadn't noticed earlier, "are my daughters Flora and Megan. They were the ones who had found you unconscience underneath one of the forest's trees. They'd thought that you was some kind of princess and showed you to Stephen. He took pity on you, God bless his soul, and so far, you've been asleep on this bed for three whole days." Pausing for a moment, Jessie peered into the girl's face. This lass had the most enchanting eyes that Jessie had ever seen, and impulses to help the distressed child-woman made her extra nice. "May I ask you who you are?"
The girl thought for a moment. What WAS her name? Something with a Lil…Lilias…no, Lilia? "I…I do not know…"
Shocked, Jessie realized that the girl had lost most, well, maybe almost all, of her memories during whatever had brought her to the situation she was in. Only time could heal that.
"Oh child, you poor thing. What are we to do with you?" Thinking for a moment, the housewife looked over to an ebony chest which was placed at the foot of the bed. Reaching over and opening the lid, she took out a silvery garment, a pair of silk slippers, and a beautiful necklace. "When my Stephen found you, you were wearing these things."
Handing over the items, the lass fingered them. Short flashes of hazy events came to her mind: She was thirteen, her name was…Lilica? Yes, that was it. And…and a strange beautiful face of a boy she had once knew.
Turning back to Jessie, she slipped the necklace over her head and hugged the finery to her body.
"My name is Lilica."
******************
Walking across a deserted dirt path, Lilica made her way back to her new family. Three months had passed, and the Lakes family had, out of pity, adopted her.
She carried a basket of goods bought from the neighboring village, full to the brim with needed necessities. A breeze passed by her and the smell of blooming flowers filled the air. Noting that the sun was not going to set as soon as she had thought, Lilica had a few more hours until she would be expected to arrive home. So, finding a shady spot to rest underneath, she set down her load and gracefully sat onto a healthy patch of soft grass.
Birds sang cheerfully and gray clouds hung in the sky. The wind was cool, fresh, and whistled through her long flaxen hair. Trying to remember parts of her past again, no more memories came to her mind and tears of frustration fell from her eyes.
What was the name of that boy who would constantly come to her dreams at night? He haunted her sleep, calling out to her as if he had lost something precious.
Singing softly, Lilica thought about her new family. She never spoke much in front of them, and did every possible chore that she could get just to please Jessie.
Sniffing the air, a strange smell reached her nostrils. Smoke.
Quickly getting up and grabbing the forgotten basket, Lilica ran towards the Lakes' cottage. Her feet sent small bits of earth to fall harmlessly to the ground in her haste, and the delicate necklace she wore thumped against her chest.
Fearing for the worst, she skidded to a stop when green eyes took in the ongoing scene. The cozy building was encased in bright orange flames, and quickly started to groan in protest as a wall crashed to the ground. Stephen and Jessie's mutilated bodies were strewn on the ground, while two toddlers cried at their loss in the arms of dangerous looking men.
Raiders had invaded the Lakes family, and one of them instantly pointed towards her direction when her presence had been noted. Realizing that she was in a lot of trouble, fright and panic caused her tired legs to carry her as far and as fast as they could away from the bandits. She abandoned the heavy basket in hopes of gaining speed, but despite the purpose of the idea, she felt a big strong hand encircle her wrist.
Frantically kicking out at her attacker, a savage blow directed at the back of her knees caused her to fall to the ground. Thick leather cords skillfully bound her hands and feet together, and Lilica felt her body lift off from the ground as the man hefted her across his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Dazed and shocked into silence, the captive stiffened as a rough hand slid up underneath her skirts and stroked her thighs. What was he doing?
"Get your hands off her Danles." came a smooth dark voice from behind.
"Awwwww. Come on Salias, I'm jus' havin' fun."
"Well, there'll be no coupling when I'm around. These girls are to be sold to the prince's private harem – whatever that is, and they don't need to be presented to him in such a bad state. The royal bastard pays good money for his women."
Grumpy setting Lilica down onto the ground, Danles walked off and she quickly took a look at their leader. He had dark hair, blue eyes, and tan skin. Salias, as Lilica had concluded, looked down at her with cold eyes. They soften when he saw the tears which blurred her vision, and quietly asked her, "What is your name lass?"
"Lilica." She croaked.
Pausing for a moment, Salias examined Lilica. She was a stunning child, and would grow up to be a very beautiful woman. If she lived. "Okay Lilica, if you don't try to run away from my band, then I'll release you from your bonds, but if you do, you'll be wearing them day and night, all the way to the Fountain Palace. Do you want me to take these straps off?"
Nodding her head, Lilica felt as a knife ruggedly cut off the leather thongs. Salias asked this question to Flora and Megan, who had nodded their heads in comply, and watched as their bonds were also sliced in two.
Pushing herself off from the ground, she wobbled for a moment on her feet. This was going to be a long day.
Author's Notes:
Reader: That was crap!
Spirit_Saviour: No, it wasn't! *starts crying*
Reader: Isn't this supposed to be a fairy tale?
Spirit_Saviour: Yes it is! Lilica's just in her human skin right now.
Reader: Your chapters are too short then, and need more "fairy" stuff.
Spirit_Saviour: I need to develop the plot right now, so leave me alone.
Reader: Leave you alone!? How could I? You're the one who's writing my part. *rolls eyes*
Spirit_Saviour: Oh yeah! Then prepare to say goodbye criticizer. Your days are numbered.
Reader: G'bye.
Spirit_Saviour: Hey-