Hi!!! This is Alex360!!!! This is my first fanfic, so it's not brill, but
it's ok. This first chapter's a little boring, 'cause nothing much happens,
but the next will be better!!! Please review!!!! P.S. Escaflowne is
included!!!!
1.1 Chapter 1. RUNNING
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2 Krystel had always led a fairly normal life. Unhappy, yes, but still normal. An orphaned servant girl, she lived in the palace in Windsor. She was 15 years old, and worked in the kitchens underneath the castle. Krystel was quite a beautiful girl. She had long golden hair, worn always in a ponytail, and deep emerald green eyes. But being pretty did not help. The other women in the kitchens envied her, and worked her twice as hard. She worked from dawn till dusk, always tired and hungry, treated cruelly by all who lived in the castle. Very little happiness did Krystel ever find, but all that was about to change....
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Krystel had been working non-stop. All day it had been 'Do this Krystel, do that Krystel.' She was totally fed up! 'Oh, my poor feet' she thought to herself 'they work me so hard up there. It's just not fair.' Just as she was about to lay down for a rest, a call came from upstairs.
'Krystel!!! Get up here NOW!!!'
She reluctantly got up from her straw mattress, in the tiny room where she spent some of her (very little) free time. The room was situated underneath the kitchens, and was totally bare. The walls were stained, the floor had no carpet, and the tiny circular window was covered in grime. But what little light got through, fell on a little table, and on that table was Krystel's single most precious possession: a pure white feather. She'd had it as long as she could remember. She didn't know why she kept it, or where it was from, but she always kept it with her. She gently picked up the feather; slipped it into a hidden pocket she had sewn on the inside of her thin top, and rushed upstairs.
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'What took you so long, you little worm. Now eat your soup.'
'Yes miss' muttered Krystel. This 'miss' was no-one but a cleaning lady, but Krystel had been forced to call everyone either Sir or Miss ever since she started working in the kitchens.
'Now, as soon as you've finished that, you can go and clean up the kitchen!!' said the lady with a smirk.
'But that's your job!!' cried Krystel.
'Shut up, you ungrateful little brat!!! You will do as you're told!!!' shouted the cleaner in a rage, flecks of spits shooting from her mouth.
'No, no you shut up!!' Krystel shouted back. A look of disbelief and horror contorted the old woman's face. 'I am SICK of having to do everyone else's work' A little voice in Krystel's head was going 'Shut up silly!!' but she ignored it. 'You're just a lazy old hag who can't be bothered to do her own work. So is everyone else in this stinking castle. I hate it, so I'm leaving RIGHT NOW!!!'
And with that she ran. Ran through the corridor, up the stairs, and out the door. She was heading for the park, where she often went whenever she could. It was dark, and around 9.30pm, but the moon and stars shone enough to show Krystel the way. She knew she could never go back to the castle, even if she wanted to, and the park was the only other place she knew. So on she ran, along the familiar pathways, and into the dark entrance of the park. Little did she know that she would never come out again.
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So what did you think?? Not too bad eh?? But it will get better, and in the middle of the story, it's gonna get REALLY fluffy, so don't worry!!! PLEASE review!!! ( ( ( love Alex x x x
1.1 Chapter 1. RUNNING
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2 Krystel had always led a fairly normal life. Unhappy, yes, but still normal. An orphaned servant girl, she lived in the palace in Windsor. She was 15 years old, and worked in the kitchens underneath the castle. Krystel was quite a beautiful girl. She had long golden hair, worn always in a ponytail, and deep emerald green eyes. But being pretty did not help. The other women in the kitchens envied her, and worked her twice as hard. She worked from dawn till dusk, always tired and hungry, treated cruelly by all who lived in the castle. Very little happiness did Krystel ever find, but all that was about to change....
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Krystel had been working non-stop. All day it had been 'Do this Krystel, do that Krystel.' She was totally fed up! 'Oh, my poor feet' she thought to herself 'they work me so hard up there. It's just not fair.' Just as she was about to lay down for a rest, a call came from upstairs.
'Krystel!!! Get up here NOW!!!'
She reluctantly got up from her straw mattress, in the tiny room where she spent some of her (very little) free time. The room was situated underneath the kitchens, and was totally bare. The walls were stained, the floor had no carpet, and the tiny circular window was covered in grime. But what little light got through, fell on a little table, and on that table was Krystel's single most precious possession: a pure white feather. She'd had it as long as she could remember. She didn't know why she kept it, or where it was from, but she always kept it with her. She gently picked up the feather; slipped it into a hidden pocket she had sewn on the inside of her thin top, and rushed upstairs.
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'What took you so long, you little worm. Now eat your soup.'
'Yes miss' muttered Krystel. This 'miss' was no-one but a cleaning lady, but Krystel had been forced to call everyone either Sir or Miss ever since she started working in the kitchens.
'Now, as soon as you've finished that, you can go and clean up the kitchen!!' said the lady with a smirk.
'But that's your job!!' cried Krystel.
'Shut up, you ungrateful little brat!!! You will do as you're told!!!' shouted the cleaner in a rage, flecks of spits shooting from her mouth.
'No, no you shut up!!' Krystel shouted back. A look of disbelief and horror contorted the old woman's face. 'I am SICK of having to do everyone else's work' A little voice in Krystel's head was going 'Shut up silly!!' but she ignored it. 'You're just a lazy old hag who can't be bothered to do her own work. So is everyone else in this stinking castle. I hate it, so I'm leaving RIGHT NOW!!!'
And with that she ran. Ran through the corridor, up the stairs, and out the door. She was heading for the park, where she often went whenever she could. It was dark, and around 9.30pm, but the moon and stars shone enough to show Krystel the way. She knew she could never go back to the castle, even if she wanted to, and the park was the only other place she knew. So on she ran, along the familiar pathways, and into the dark entrance of the park. Little did she know that she would never come out again.
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So what did you think?? Not too bad eh?? But it will get better, and in the middle of the story, it's gonna get REALLY fluffy, so don't worry!!! PLEASE review!!! ( ( ( love Alex x x x
