Author's Note: To everyone who's reviewed this story, who didn't give their email, thanx and kudo bars! You guys keep me goin (even tho i've already written the entire story! lol) Anyways, Enjoy! Please review it if ya havn't! thanks, all! ~Jenny the chica~
Chapter Three: In which Celia arrives at her new home, only to be met with mystery...
It did not take long for Celia to realize that she was utterly lost. She knew where she was to go, but she had no idea of how to get there, and no bearings on where it was relative to what was "here."
On impulse, she merely closed her eyes, but she felt something. Her pulse quickened, and there seemed to be a sudden burst of wind, toying with her heavy cloak and uncovered hair. At the same time, she, as well as Camille, felt pulled toward a direction that she couldn't tell. Celia opened her eyes, but allowed Camille to be led in the direction that she seemed to be pulled towards. To her amazement, Camille soon began to trot, then almost to a gallop. Celia would not have been able to control her if she had tried.
Thankfully, she did not try, but was led, until a great building could just barely be made out in the distance. As Camille thundered nearer, the building began to engulf more and more of the horizon until the pair reached the beginning of a long carriage driveway.
Here, Camille paused, as if sensing something unseen. Celia gently nudged her on, and down they went.
Contrary to what she had expected, Celia found this castle to be gorgeous, as she got nearer and nearer. The front door was almost visible. Celia sucked her breath in nervously, but continued on.
As she reached the front door, a white mass appeared from out of it. The shape approached Camille, who remained amazingly calm, and said, "I was waiting for you. I knew that you would come."
In response, Celia, in all her terror, imagined that the ground under her suddenly became closer and closer, and nearly hit her on the head, then everything went strangely dark, as if a deep cloud had just passed over the brilliant sun, although she had not noticed any on her ride there.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The cloudy darkness began to fade as Celia slowly regained consciousness. She had to think for a moment where she truly was, and she nearly cried out, "Papa!" in her fear.
After realizing that she was in the giant castle, she replayed the events before, she realized, she had fainted. The white bear had been more horrific than she had imagined, even in all her nervous fear.
'Where did the bear go?' she wondered. 'He must have been the one who caught me. But, why? If he was only going to eat me, then...'
But Celia knew, in her heart, that she had not been brought here to be eaten. There was something deeper here, and the entire castle seemed to throb with it.
Celia had half-expected to see the terrible beast nearby when she sat up, but she was all alone for what she took to be a small parlor. She had been laid on a couch, and she noticed the sunlight streaming from the window, but no shadows but hers and those of the furniture were evident.
Always the curious one, Celia decided to look around. She noticed that the parlor where she woke up was near the front door, but she wanted to look inside, so on she went.
The inside of the magnificent castle was even more beautiful than the outside. As she passed a hall of portraits, she noticed how happy and content the faces appeared, and she couldn't help but wonder what had happened to them all.
Celia eventually found a huge dining room, and it was only then that she realized her terrible hunger. Always the explorer, she continued around the room, until she looked at the seat at the head of the table. On the table directly in front of the great chair, there was inscription. Celia bent closer to read:
"Whatever you wish
Is our command.
Whate'er your desire
Twill be tended by our hand."
Completely entranced now, Celia decided to try it. "I wish," she whispered, "for some dinner."
The words had scarcely left her lips when she noticed food almost floating towards her. There seemed to be faint voices as well, and the soft sound of wind. She realized that she was being served by invisible winds that seemed to have minds of their own.
Celia was soon very full from the gigantic surplus she was brought. It also surprised her when she heard one of the voices mention that it was evening already. Celia had barely scratched the surface of exploring her new home.
The thought of a new home sent tears straight to her eyes, and although she heard a few voices filled with concern, she simply asked for someone to lead her to somewhere she could sleep.
Titters filled the concerned whispers, but she felt something like a wisp of smoke, although she saw nothing, guide her out of the dining room, up a staircase that Celia could have sworn wasn't there when she had first come into the dining room, and eventually into a huge bedroom. More invisible hands opened the door to the closets and the chests, and Celia saw them to be full of women's newly made clothing.
She could not understand this generosity, but she heard the door close behind her and knew that now she was truly alone.
Sobs tore at her throat, and she ran to the bed, vainly trying to muffle her sorrow. She felt more wind, then looked around, to see herself dressed in nightclothes. She gaped for a moment or two, then calmed down. She had enough sense to realize that her tears were doing no good to her situation, so, after a few last sobs, she stopped.
In her heart, she knew that sleep would be the best thing for her, to ease her mind off all that had changed in an instant.
The last thing that Celia remembered was thoughts of her family. She dreamed vividly of their horror when they found that she had gone on to save her father. She knew that none of them would understand why, but her heart ached for them, for their pain, and for the loneliness that she felt for them. A few stray tears escaped before she finally fell asleep, but her heart still ached.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Celia woke up suddenly, and she could not realize why. Something had changed, but she couldn't put a finger on it. It wasn't until she felt what had woken her, just a simple tangling of her hair, once more that she realized she wasn't just getting her hair tangled in the pillow or headboard. It was someone's fingers.
A/N: DUM, DUM, DUM!!!!!!!!!! I left my friends off at this point for weeks! mwahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!! However, you all are lucky that I am kind and have updated...although I did leave it hanging at this point for a while...evil Jenny! lol...tootles for now! =o) ~Jenny the chica~
Chapter Three: In which Celia arrives at her new home, only to be met with mystery...
It did not take long for Celia to realize that she was utterly lost. She knew where she was to go, but she had no idea of how to get there, and no bearings on where it was relative to what was "here."
On impulse, she merely closed her eyes, but she felt something. Her pulse quickened, and there seemed to be a sudden burst of wind, toying with her heavy cloak and uncovered hair. At the same time, she, as well as Camille, felt pulled toward a direction that she couldn't tell. Celia opened her eyes, but allowed Camille to be led in the direction that she seemed to be pulled towards. To her amazement, Camille soon began to trot, then almost to a gallop. Celia would not have been able to control her if she had tried.
Thankfully, she did not try, but was led, until a great building could just barely be made out in the distance. As Camille thundered nearer, the building began to engulf more and more of the horizon until the pair reached the beginning of a long carriage driveway.
Here, Camille paused, as if sensing something unseen. Celia gently nudged her on, and down they went.
Contrary to what she had expected, Celia found this castle to be gorgeous, as she got nearer and nearer. The front door was almost visible. Celia sucked her breath in nervously, but continued on.
As she reached the front door, a white mass appeared from out of it. The shape approached Camille, who remained amazingly calm, and said, "I was waiting for you. I knew that you would come."
In response, Celia, in all her terror, imagined that the ground under her suddenly became closer and closer, and nearly hit her on the head, then everything went strangely dark, as if a deep cloud had just passed over the brilliant sun, although she had not noticed any on her ride there.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The cloudy darkness began to fade as Celia slowly regained consciousness. She had to think for a moment where she truly was, and she nearly cried out, "Papa!" in her fear.
After realizing that she was in the giant castle, she replayed the events before, she realized, she had fainted. The white bear had been more horrific than she had imagined, even in all her nervous fear.
'Where did the bear go?' she wondered. 'He must have been the one who caught me. But, why? If he was only going to eat me, then...'
But Celia knew, in her heart, that she had not been brought here to be eaten. There was something deeper here, and the entire castle seemed to throb with it.
Celia had half-expected to see the terrible beast nearby when she sat up, but she was all alone for what she took to be a small parlor. She had been laid on a couch, and she noticed the sunlight streaming from the window, but no shadows but hers and those of the furniture were evident.
Always the curious one, Celia decided to look around. She noticed that the parlor where she woke up was near the front door, but she wanted to look inside, so on she went.
The inside of the magnificent castle was even more beautiful than the outside. As she passed a hall of portraits, she noticed how happy and content the faces appeared, and she couldn't help but wonder what had happened to them all.
Celia eventually found a huge dining room, and it was only then that she realized her terrible hunger. Always the explorer, she continued around the room, until she looked at the seat at the head of the table. On the table directly in front of the great chair, there was inscription. Celia bent closer to read:
"Whatever you wish
Is our command.
Whate'er your desire
Twill be tended by our hand."
Completely entranced now, Celia decided to try it. "I wish," she whispered, "for some dinner."
The words had scarcely left her lips when she noticed food almost floating towards her. There seemed to be faint voices as well, and the soft sound of wind. She realized that she was being served by invisible winds that seemed to have minds of their own.
Celia was soon very full from the gigantic surplus she was brought. It also surprised her when she heard one of the voices mention that it was evening already. Celia had barely scratched the surface of exploring her new home.
The thought of a new home sent tears straight to her eyes, and although she heard a few voices filled with concern, she simply asked for someone to lead her to somewhere she could sleep.
Titters filled the concerned whispers, but she felt something like a wisp of smoke, although she saw nothing, guide her out of the dining room, up a staircase that Celia could have sworn wasn't there when she had first come into the dining room, and eventually into a huge bedroom. More invisible hands opened the door to the closets and the chests, and Celia saw them to be full of women's newly made clothing.
She could not understand this generosity, but she heard the door close behind her and knew that now she was truly alone.
Sobs tore at her throat, and she ran to the bed, vainly trying to muffle her sorrow. She felt more wind, then looked around, to see herself dressed in nightclothes. She gaped for a moment or two, then calmed down. She had enough sense to realize that her tears were doing no good to her situation, so, after a few last sobs, she stopped.
In her heart, she knew that sleep would be the best thing for her, to ease her mind off all that had changed in an instant.
The last thing that Celia remembered was thoughts of her family. She dreamed vividly of their horror when they found that she had gone on to save her father. She knew that none of them would understand why, but her heart ached for them, for their pain, and for the loneliness that she felt for them. A few stray tears escaped before she finally fell asleep, but her heart still ached.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Celia woke up suddenly, and she could not realize why. Something had changed, but she couldn't put a finger on it. It wasn't until she felt what had woken her, just a simple tangling of her hair, once more that she realized she wasn't just getting her hair tangled in the pillow or headboard. It was someone's fingers.
A/N: DUM, DUM, DUM!!!!!!!!!! I left my friends off at this point for weeks! mwahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!! However, you all are lucky that I am kind and have updated...although I did leave it hanging at this point for a while...evil Jenny! lol...tootles for now! =o) ~Jenny the chica~