Author's note: First of all, I need to clear some things up- in the prologue, the style of writing might be weird to you, but that's because I wanted to give it a fairy tale feel. Please don't think I write like that all the time.
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We left the inn at dawn, and I must say, I do miss the comforts of the inn most dreadfully. The morning was chilly, gray, and wet. Not a single color shone in the sky except the most horrid shades of gray.
I ran as fast as I could to the carriage, but I was still soaking wet when I reached it. I got into the carriage with my feet sloshing wet and my hair plastered to my face. Agh.
I looked outside to see a clumsy kitchen boy stumble about with our bags and luggage oddly balanced on his skinny body. My mother had a tiny pink umbrella and was standing besides the struggling boy shaking her head and waving wildly with one arm. Probably scolding the poor boy for soaking the bag with her fine dresses in it.
When we finally got back on the road (which was quite a feat, I might add), I was very uncomfortable in my wet dress. Olive, it seems like, was too for she squirmed around constantly.
"Olive! Stopping your wiggling!"
"But, Hattie, my dress is sticking to my legs!"
"Mine is too, but I'm not moving am I?"
Olive pouted, her most accomplished talent.
To top it all off, I couldn't even see outside the window because as soon as I untied the curtains, rain would stream in and re-wet my dress. My mood was starting to resemble the weather.
We rode around in silence for around two hours until the carriage suddenly halted. My body flew forward and I received a nasty bump on the head. Olive begin to cry and mum begin to yell.
"What in the world is going on?! We cannot possibly have arrived in Frell already! Driver! Driver!"
"Madam, there seems to be an overturned carriage ahead of us. We cannot possibly get past it. I go and try to move it out of the way."
The rain had not ceased at all since we left this morning, but I looked outside the window anyways, not caring anymore when I received a chilling splash of water.
Dimly, I could make out the shape of a carriage in the rain. There were no horses or people. I opened the door and begin to step outside, but stumbled when Olive grabbed my arm.
"Hattie! Where are you going? It's d-d-dark outside."
"Oh hush, Olive! I'm just going out for a look, that's all."
I stepped outside again when mum called me.
"Hattie! Don't go out of the carriage. It could be very dangerous and it would break my heart if my angels were hurt!"
"Mum, we can't go anywhere until the blasted carriage is moved. We can't stay here forever. I've got to go look."
With that, I just jumped out, ignoring my mother and sister's protests. The first wave of rain came as a shock, but slowly I grew used to the cold, pelting rain.
As I neared the befallen carriage and our driver who was already standing outside, I noticed it was a very fine carriage. The carriage was painted in white with little gold vines along the sides. The glided wheels were made of the finest iron, not wood. One of the doors was open, and I reached inside. The chairs were made out of plush velvet and the curtains were of lavender silk. Not much protection against rain, I thought.
This had to be the carriage of an incredibly rich man.
Since my mum and sister still refused to leave the carriage, the driver, Nortie, and I had to try to straighten the carriage ourselves.
It shouldn't have been a hard task because the carriage was a light two-seater, but strangely it was extremely heavy.
Nortie got low and the ground and put his back against the side and pushed up with all his might while I tugged as much as I could on the sides. Nortie was a rather large man, standing over six feet tall and had decent muscles, but it took him whiles to even get it to budge.
After several attempts in vain, I came up with an idea. I ran into the woods to either side of us and found a large tree branch. I slid the thinnest part under the carriage, and told Nortie to push down as much as he could.
Nortie put all of his weight into it, and slowly the carriage righted its self.
We decided to look in the carriage since we had gotten it righted. I opened the door and climbed inside.
The interior was simply wondrous, with paintings of angels and cherubs on the roof and soft, luxurious white carpet on the floor. I sat on the soft velvet chair for a while, just pretending that this fine carriage was mine. As I relaxed on the plush chairs, I noticed a piece of the carpet was coming apart from the ground in one corner.
I crouched down to have a look. The floor underneath the carpet was smooth polished wood. The rain had slowed to soft drizzle and the moon had come out from behind the rain clouds. I noticed a small twinkle from under the carpet.
I pulled the carpet back further to reveal the source of the glittering. It seemed to be a small bronze thatch. I lifted up the thatch and pulled up. To my amazement, I seemed to be lifting up the entire floor.
It wasn't heavy or rusty, but instead it glided up like a well-oiled compartment.
I looked in and saw a many different sized chests inside. I took out a small one and opened it up.
Even in the dim moonlight, it dazzled like the brightest star and there was no mistaking it.
It was all gold.
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Author's note: Hey I hoped you liked this chapter. I'm not sure when I'll get the next chapter up but I'll do my best.
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We left the inn at dawn, and I must say, I do miss the comforts of the inn most dreadfully. The morning was chilly, gray, and wet. Not a single color shone in the sky except the most horrid shades of gray.
I ran as fast as I could to the carriage, but I was still soaking wet when I reached it. I got into the carriage with my feet sloshing wet and my hair plastered to my face. Agh.
I looked outside to see a clumsy kitchen boy stumble about with our bags and luggage oddly balanced on his skinny body. My mother had a tiny pink umbrella and was standing besides the struggling boy shaking her head and waving wildly with one arm. Probably scolding the poor boy for soaking the bag with her fine dresses in it.
When we finally got back on the road (which was quite a feat, I might add), I was very uncomfortable in my wet dress. Olive, it seems like, was too for she squirmed around constantly.
"Olive! Stopping your wiggling!"
"But, Hattie, my dress is sticking to my legs!"
"Mine is too, but I'm not moving am I?"
Olive pouted, her most accomplished talent.
To top it all off, I couldn't even see outside the window because as soon as I untied the curtains, rain would stream in and re-wet my dress. My mood was starting to resemble the weather.
We rode around in silence for around two hours until the carriage suddenly halted. My body flew forward and I received a nasty bump on the head. Olive begin to cry and mum begin to yell.
"What in the world is going on?! We cannot possibly have arrived in Frell already! Driver! Driver!"
"Madam, there seems to be an overturned carriage ahead of us. We cannot possibly get past it. I go and try to move it out of the way."
The rain had not ceased at all since we left this morning, but I looked outside the window anyways, not caring anymore when I received a chilling splash of water.
Dimly, I could make out the shape of a carriage in the rain. There were no horses or people. I opened the door and begin to step outside, but stumbled when Olive grabbed my arm.
"Hattie! Where are you going? It's d-d-dark outside."
"Oh hush, Olive! I'm just going out for a look, that's all."
I stepped outside again when mum called me.
"Hattie! Don't go out of the carriage. It could be very dangerous and it would break my heart if my angels were hurt!"
"Mum, we can't go anywhere until the blasted carriage is moved. We can't stay here forever. I've got to go look."
With that, I just jumped out, ignoring my mother and sister's protests. The first wave of rain came as a shock, but slowly I grew used to the cold, pelting rain.
As I neared the befallen carriage and our driver who was already standing outside, I noticed it was a very fine carriage. The carriage was painted in white with little gold vines along the sides. The glided wheels were made of the finest iron, not wood. One of the doors was open, and I reached inside. The chairs were made out of plush velvet and the curtains were of lavender silk. Not much protection against rain, I thought.
This had to be the carriage of an incredibly rich man.
Since my mum and sister still refused to leave the carriage, the driver, Nortie, and I had to try to straighten the carriage ourselves.
It shouldn't have been a hard task because the carriage was a light two-seater, but strangely it was extremely heavy.
Nortie got low and the ground and put his back against the side and pushed up with all his might while I tugged as much as I could on the sides. Nortie was a rather large man, standing over six feet tall and had decent muscles, but it took him whiles to even get it to budge.
After several attempts in vain, I came up with an idea. I ran into the woods to either side of us and found a large tree branch. I slid the thinnest part under the carriage, and told Nortie to push down as much as he could.
Nortie put all of his weight into it, and slowly the carriage righted its self.
We decided to look in the carriage since we had gotten it righted. I opened the door and climbed inside.
The interior was simply wondrous, with paintings of angels and cherubs on the roof and soft, luxurious white carpet on the floor. I sat on the soft velvet chair for a while, just pretending that this fine carriage was mine. As I relaxed on the plush chairs, I noticed a piece of the carpet was coming apart from the ground in one corner.
I crouched down to have a look. The floor underneath the carpet was smooth polished wood. The rain had slowed to soft drizzle and the moon had come out from behind the rain clouds. I noticed a small twinkle from under the carpet.
I pulled the carpet back further to reveal the source of the glittering. It seemed to be a small bronze thatch. I lifted up the thatch and pulled up. To my amazement, I seemed to be lifting up the entire floor.
It wasn't heavy or rusty, but instead it glided up like a well-oiled compartment.
I looked in and saw a many different sized chests inside. I took out a small one and opened it up.
Even in the dim moonlight, it dazzled like the brightest star and there was no mistaking it.
It was all gold.
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Author's note: Hey I hoped you liked this chapter. I'm not sure when I'll get the next chapter up but I'll do my best.
