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Chapter 2- "Where a Little Girl Hears a Story"
"Once upon a time in a land far, far away there lived a prince. And this prince was so handsome that every female in the kingdom wanted to be his bride. But he was very lonely and sad because none of them loved him for himself only his money or his looks and they never understood his sadness or love of life."
"Oh mother, that prince sounds like such a sap!" exclaimed Niari, interrupting her mother mid story. "I mean, if he could have any girl in the whole kingdom, then he should have just picked the prettiest one, married her, and then set off alone on adventures. That way he would have a beautiful wife and fun too. At least that is what I would have done if it were me." She finished with a sigh, and exasperated expression on her cute face.
Niari's mother just laughed at her. "Well then my lovely little one," she said, holding her daughter's small face in her hands "you would have had lots of adventure and very little love in your life and therefore no happiness, because without love one can never truly be happy."
"But mommy," whined Niari "love doesn't always make people happy, it often makes them sad, like in that story Romeo and Juliet. They ended up dead remember. If that's love then I hardly want it. I want fun and adventure. I don't need all that sappy stuff. How ridiculous!" she added while shaking her head, her long black curls moving from side to side.
Shiara regarded her daughter with a careful look. She knew that Niari would grow up to be beautiful. Already her features were fair to look upon. But she also knew that her daughters quick mind and too often sharp tongue would make it hard for many men to get close to her as she matured. The problem was at nine years old she had as sharp a wit as most adults. School was boring for her, having already skipped two grades and being held back from skipping any more because of the age differences between her peers. Shiara was a good mother, she loved her daughter and wanted the best for her but she was sad. Shiara was continually burdened because she knew what everyone else did not. She was not Niari's birth mother. In fact Niari was not even human, a secret Shiara kept close to her heart from everyone including her daughter.
There was really no appearance to give the lie except her superior intelligence and of course the pointed ears that gave her face an exotic look. Her eyes, the darkest black in color were large and shaped like almonds. She was already too tall for nine years old, slender and graceful. And she spoke with a confidence and command that made people nervous. But she was also sweet and tender; quick to laugh and always helpful. Frighteningly observant and attuned to the feelings of others. Niari's biggest flaw Shiara mused was her reluctance to participate in any of the activities that all most young girls delighted in. She never played with dolls, scorned at playing dress up, and had little to no patience with fairy tales. Niari preferred to sit alone and make up her own stories. Usually with herself as the heroine. No knight in shinning armor coming to her rescue! Some day Shiara hoped to tell her daughter who she really was but she found that difficult being that she did not know much herself.
"Mommy, you're doing it again." Niari complained at her mothers lost look, shaking Shiara from her reminiscence.
"I apologize Ni-ni little one, come on time for bed. You can tell your fairy tale prince what you think of him in your dreams.
Niari obediently got under the covers and let her mother tuck her in. Goodnight mommy, I love you" she said and immediately fell asleep.
Shiara and her husband Zani had never told Niari about their fateful day in the woods. When they had come home and presented her as their daughter and refused testing at the hospital based on 'religious' beliefs, but had gotten all of the necessary papers in order. And they had spent the next nine years in happiness as a family, not dwelling on what was to come but enjoying everything in life. Their little elfin daughter never suspecting how special she really was.
Chapter 2- "Where a Little Girl Hears a Story"
"Once upon a time in a land far, far away there lived a prince. And this prince was so handsome that every female in the kingdom wanted to be his bride. But he was very lonely and sad because none of them loved him for himself only his money or his looks and they never understood his sadness or love of life."
"Oh mother, that prince sounds like such a sap!" exclaimed Niari, interrupting her mother mid story. "I mean, if he could have any girl in the whole kingdom, then he should have just picked the prettiest one, married her, and then set off alone on adventures. That way he would have a beautiful wife and fun too. At least that is what I would have done if it were me." She finished with a sigh, and exasperated expression on her cute face.
Niari's mother just laughed at her. "Well then my lovely little one," she said, holding her daughter's small face in her hands "you would have had lots of adventure and very little love in your life and therefore no happiness, because without love one can never truly be happy."
"But mommy," whined Niari "love doesn't always make people happy, it often makes them sad, like in that story Romeo and Juliet. They ended up dead remember. If that's love then I hardly want it. I want fun and adventure. I don't need all that sappy stuff. How ridiculous!" she added while shaking her head, her long black curls moving from side to side.
Shiara regarded her daughter with a careful look. She knew that Niari would grow up to be beautiful. Already her features were fair to look upon. But she also knew that her daughters quick mind and too often sharp tongue would make it hard for many men to get close to her as she matured. The problem was at nine years old she had as sharp a wit as most adults. School was boring for her, having already skipped two grades and being held back from skipping any more because of the age differences between her peers. Shiara was a good mother, she loved her daughter and wanted the best for her but she was sad. Shiara was continually burdened because she knew what everyone else did not. She was not Niari's birth mother. In fact Niari was not even human, a secret Shiara kept close to her heart from everyone including her daughter.
There was really no appearance to give the lie except her superior intelligence and of course the pointed ears that gave her face an exotic look. Her eyes, the darkest black in color were large and shaped like almonds. She was already too tall for nine years old, slender and graceful. And she spoke with a confidence and command that made people nervous. But she was also sweet and tender; quick to laugh and always helpful. Frighteningly observant and attuned to the feelings of others. Niari's biggest flaw Shiara mused was her reluctance to participate in any of the activities that all most young girls delighted in. She never played with dolls, scorned at playing dress up, and had little to no patience with fairy tales. Niari preferred to sit alone and make up her own stories. Usually with herself as the heroine. No knight in shinning armor coming to her rescue! Some day Shiara hoped to tell her daughter who she really was but she found that difficult being that she did not know much herself.
"Mommy, you're doing it again." Niari complained at her mothers lost look, shaking Shiara from her reminiscence.
"I apologize Ni-ni little one, come on time for bed. You can tell your fairy tale prince what you think of him in your dreams.
Niari obediently got under the covers and let her mother tuck her in. Goodnight mommy, I love you" she said and immediately fell asleep.
Shiara and her husband Zani had never told Niari about their fateful day in the woods. When they had come home and presented her as their daughter and refused testing at the hospital based on 'religious' beliefs, but had gotten all of the necessary papers in order. And they had spent the next nine years in happiness as a family, not dwelling on what was to come but enjoying everything in life. Their little elfin daughter never suspecting how special she really was.