A/N: I know you're all going to kill me. But it's better this way, trust
me! So far, it's gone Simon Torlin Simon Torlin, but I'm warning you that
sometimes Ella will present a chapter, so be on your toes!
~*zanuas917*~
When Torlin woke me up from the nap she told me to take, I felt a whole lot better. My face still hurt, especially right above my left eye. But I felt rested and my body didn't ache as much.
We waited by the door, staring at the clock. Twenty, nineteen, eighteen, the seconds to midnight ticked ever so slowly, as if Belinda had froze the clocks.
Eleven, ten, nine, eight, a sweat began to build up on my forehead. Four, three, two...
" GO!" Torlin yelled and we both bolted out of the door. The chiming of the grandfather clock striking midnight rang in my ears as my feet pounded against the pavement.
Torlin and I ran and ran until we both sank into rubber by the gate Mom's old house. The past manor of Sir Peter of Frell. It was vacant now, and it's gloomy walls seemed even gloomier in the moonlight.
We rested there for a while. Maybe a few hours, I didn't keep track of the time. My mind flitted from Dad to Mandy to Mom and our lessons. I thought about Torlin and how terrified I was when that Ogre from the Fens came to talk to Dad. I had only acted brave so that Torlin would not fear as much.
Then, I remembered the girl. The one that sang by my window only a few hours before. She looked, and sounded, strangely familiar. But I didn't know who she looked like, and I undeniably didn't know who she was.
I loved her.
The thought flitted across my mind from nowhere. I shook my head fiercely to remove the thought, but it stuck there.
I loved her.
How could I? I scarcely knew her, let alone liked her! And Mom always told me that people could be beautiful of the outside, but true beauty is measured by the inside.
But, it wasn't her beauty that made me love her, if I did. Sure, she was beautiful. But, I didn't love her beauty. I loved her inside, but I didn't even know her.
Soul mate.
The thought came to me so quickly that if I had not been cursed, I would have said it aloud.
Mom and Dad always said that they were soul mates, and that they had fallen in love the second they had seen each other. Or, at least Dad did. Mom usually just blushed and smiled.
Again, I shook my head. I was crazy. I had gone mad when I bumped my head against the flowerpot. I was just losing my mind.
Or, was I?
~*zanuas917*~
When Torlin woke me up from the nap she told me to take, I felt a whole lot better. My face still hurt, especially right above my left eye. But I felt rested and my body didn't ache as much.
We waited by the door, staring at the clock. Twenty, nineteen, eighteen, the seconds to midnight ticked ever so slowly, as if Belinda had froze the clocks.
Eleven, ten, nine, eight, a sweat began to build up on my forehead. Four, three, two...
" GO!" Torlin yelled and we both bolted out of the door. The chiming of the grandfather clock striking midnight rang in my ears as my feet pounded against the pavement.
Torlin and I ran and ran until we both sank into rubber by the gate Mom's old house. The past manor of Sir Peter of Frell. It was vacant now, and it's gloomy walls seemed even gloomier in the moonlight.
We rested there for a while. Maybe a few hours, I didn't keep track of the time. My mind flitted from Dad to Mandy to Mom and our lessons. I thought about Torlin and how terrified I was when that Ogre from the Fens came to talk to Dad. I had only acted brave so that Torlin would not fear as much.
Then, I remembered the girl. The one that sang by my window only a few hours before. She looked, and sounded, strangely familiar. But I didn't know who she looked like, and I undeniably didn't know who she was.
I loved her.
The thought flitted across my mind from nowhere. I shook my head fiercely to remove the thought, but it stuck there.
I loved her.
How could I? I scarcely knew her, let alone liked her! And Mom always told me that people could be beautiful of the outside, but true beauty is measured by the inside.
But, it wasn't her beauty that made me love her, if I did. Sure, she was beautiful. But, I didn't love her beauty. I loved her inside, but I didn't even know her.
Soul mate.
The thought came to me so quickly that if I had not been cursed, I would have said it aloud.
Mom and Dad always said that they were soul mates, and that they had fallen in love the second they had seen each other. Or, at least Dad did. Mom usually just blushed and smiled.
Again, I shook my head. I was crazy. I had gone mad when I bumped my head against the flowerpot. I was just losing my mind.
Or, was I?