Hello, people. This is an actual serious fanfic, by me. Wow. Okay, now here it is. What else can I say? Here we go. Take a deep breath and read.
Love you all,
-ladyknight
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Cenzi, better known as Cenziline of Green Wood (A/N: If anyone has a better name for a fief please tell me), ran into the forest, her skirt discarded. Faster than lightning, she sprinted to the only place where she could feel safe and relax. Slowly as the branches grew thicker she slowed to a walk, pushing the foliage out of her face and lifting her legs, which were covered with short breeches. Finally Cenzi reached it. It was surrounded by the high brambles she prided herself on growing. She walked to a tree on the left and scaled it quickly. She edged herself out onto the branch more and more until she could drop in. The second Cenzi's feet hit the ground she heard a high shrill voice echo around the valley.
"CENZILINE!!!!!"
Cenzi winced. The locals kept complaining that her nurse's screams startled their animals and disturbed work and sleep. AND she was GOING to resharpen and organize her knives that she had picked up in various places and stored in her fort.
Cenzi loped back through the forest. Across the "Forgotten Road" (she had named it herself) and through the endless trees. Reaching the place she left her skirt at, she hopped quickly into it and ran the rest of the way to the castle, but she was not fast enough to escape another "CENZILINE!!!!!"
Now in castle she yelled "COMING!!!" and raced up the flight of stairs to her room. Red faced she burst into her room and yelled, "I'm HERE!!!"
"There you are, sweetie," said Cenzi's annoying personal nurse Elsie.
"Yes, Elsie."
"Look at you dearie!" said Elsie, obviously shocked, with her hands over her mouth.
'What?"
"Your dress is all dirty and ripped!! And you're dirtier than mud itself!" Elsie exclaimed.
Cenzi looked down and sighed. This dress would never be clean again.
"That's the second dress this week!" She sighed, exasperated. "What will we do with you, Cenziline?"
"It's not like anyone cares."
"I do! And your parents must, with all this money they spend on your clothes!"
But Cenzi knew better. It's not like her parents really cared about her. They yelled at her for running away again and again and hated her for having to make them buy new dresses when the old ones got too dirty to clean. She knew the only reason they even kept her in the castle was to marry away to some rich old geezer. Someday soon the betrothed Cenzi would be sent away to live in some cold and dreary castle, she knew. But she had plans to run away before that.
"Here Cenziline, put this on for the banquet this evening." Elsie shook out a light blue dress that contrasted carefully with Cenzi's stormy grey eyes and light blond hair.
"Fine." Cenzi roughly pulled on the dress, knowing it wouldn't matter if she wore her dirty and torn dress anyways, her parents would place her out of the way so no one would notice her.
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Cenzi sat in the far corner of the room, glaring at the table in front of her, like it was its fault she was being hid away in the corner like some sort of piece of trash. She picked at her steak with a fork as it got cold. She looked up through her hair at all the people present. No one really important. As if anyone important would want to come and have dinner with her parents, who only cared about money and their sons and other daughters, other than Cenzi that was. They were proper ladies, the kind of lady that Cenzi wasn't and would never be. Suddenly Cenzi speared her steak on her fork. She would run away. She would run away, and never be found. She would run, and no one would ever make her be a lady, or tell her not to get her dresses dirty ever again. She smiled and drove her fork deeper into her steak.
Slowly she edged out of the room and fled up the stairs to her room. Once there, she grabbed a worn travel bag from the depths of her vast closet. Into it she put a hairbrush, tooth cleaning paste, a tooth brush, several pairs of breeches and shirts, and a dress, for what reason Cenzi had no idea. She slung the bag on her shoulder, then paused and picked up the picture of her and her favorite brother. She smiled as tears blurred her eyes. She and Matt had been best friends until he had gone off to be a knight. Now he was a squire under a knight-master. After he had left, everything had changed. No one played with her and her parents and everyone else slowly forgot about her, until they only talked to her when she was in trouble. Which was often enough. She briskly wiped her tears away and carefully placed the picture in her bag.
She slipped out of the castle, which was easy enough since all the people and servants had gone to the banquet, to eat or serve. As she entered the woods, she began to run. She ran and ran, until she slowed as she reached the Forgotten Road. She walked up to it, trying to catch her breath. As she stepped onto the road, she was about to walk across it when she saw something she had never seen on that road before. Two figures, obviously on horses, were silhouetted against the sunset.
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Love you all,
-ladyknight
