Authors Note:
Reviews:
Charliegirl2: No offense taken at all! Sometimes I get so caught up in writing I do stuff like that-actually a lot. And the fact that I didn't use spell check kinda messed me up too^-^; Thanks for that I enjoy criticism when its not put rudely, which you didn't do so I highly appreciate that. Thanks for the compliments, and yes she is going to leave The House but that's all I'm saying. Thanks for reviewing ^.^
Ice-otter: I just got Wolf Wing today, unfortunately I can't start it since I'm reading something else I would probably mix it up. Thank you for the compliments, and for reviewing. I really appreciate it^_^
Pretty-in-Punk1: *joins in the cheering*
Mandy: Thanks Mandy, I'm glad to know I'm not creating an entirely different character here. Thank you for reviewing.
~Her escape~
I believe that when I last wrote, which was just yesterday, I mentioned an invader balloon. Here at the house we never get visitors, we keep to ourselves. No one ever leaves, everyone wants to stay in the safe blanket that is The House. Beyond the veil is a horrible place deemed "The Waste", for that is what it is. I've often gone on top of the walls that keep anything from entering our safe sanctuary. For as long as I can see there is nothing but desert, and beyond that who knows. I grew up with tales of how horrible The Waste is. They say the days are scorching, and the nights are freezing. They speak of horrible monsters unlike anything we can imagine, madmen who roam the deserts killing, stealing and torturing wanderers. Everything in The Waste lives only for itself, with no concern for others, that's how it is. No one has ever willingly gone to the The Waste, often times when idiots break some of our most important rules they are exiled. Serves them right, without the Rituals with which we live our lives it would be utter chaos and we would be no better off then those madmen of The Waste. Our Rituals define all the traits of civilized human beings-there are those of love, of wisdom, of cleansing, of life, death, those of respecting the nature around us, of all that is important. Those who cannot see this are fools, they cannot see that people alone can not stand up, that we need some thing to pick us up and lead us. And we communicate with this "thing" through the Rituals we do. Ah, I am getting off that subject. As I was saying earlier no one had ever willingly gone into The Waste until yesterday, and can you guess who it was? Claidi of course, I am certain that comes as no surprise. Let me start from the very beginning seeing as how you must be confused, but I am too since everything seems so completely wrong and I do not know the entire story myself.
We were performing the planting of the Thousandth Rose, a minor Ritual but one that connects us not only with nature but Inner Beauty. Let me explain how the Ritual is performed. Some Princesses, Princes, their servants and The Gardener come to The Rose Garden's central. Everyone must wear shades of green to comply with the color associated with nature. The servants come in with their proper mistress or master carrying large flasks of an oil made of the last Thousandth Rose's smell. Of course we don't use the real last Thousandth Rose, just create a similar smell to it. We are shown the Thousandth Rose in its original planting and from there it is taken out, and then put among the others. The Rose is a beautiful thing to behold despite is outer ugliness, for it gives off a beautiful scent and is a reminder that although a creature may be ugly, it may be a beautiful "person". From there the flask are placed around the Rose and we leave The Gardener to tend to his duties. I am not really sure if this is the point of the Ritual, but this is how I perceive, and that is why before my eyes it is a beautiful thing. Enough of that! I am continuously going off topic, a habit I hope to break. We've never got finish the Ritual for at that moment the balloon was spotted, after that it was utter chaos. Servants dropped and spilled their flasks, as people attempted to flee the tight green dresses they had been fitted to ripped. Our Guards quickly came out with cannons, and mindlessly shoved people away and shot even if someone was in the way. Really! Its like they think they have to kill us to protect us. But at the time this was not on my mind, I was frightened out of my mind and like all the others running towards the protective walls of my own room. All the time I had this horrible scratching sensation all over my body but I was to intent on reaching my room to give it much heed at the moment. However when I did find my shelter I could the bear the pain that was obviously ants and who knows what other bugs that had crawled up my dress. I suppose the oils attracted them. For the first moments I was calm as my servants attempted to remove the tight clothing from me, but so scared were they that their hands fumbled on the straps. My impatience and anger began to boil quickly and that mixed with the adrenaline and fear I was feeling to throw me into one of my worse fits yet. I threw myself about and tried to stand still so my servants could remove the clothing, but finally I could not stand it anymore and I surprised everyone-even myself by tearing the dress right down the middle with my bare hands. At the time this was not enough to release my anger and so I took it out on Claidi, the solitary figure standing by the window by pelting her with a random item. It seemed Claidi too was in quite a bad mood for she did something no one had ever done before, she smacked me. I was at a loss for words and didn't listen to the excuses she and her two friends tried to make. Next I did something that I am so ashamed of, though to be honest I am ashamed of the entire thing, I cried and wailed for mother. Mother did nothing to cheer me up, and that added to my negative feelings and this caused me to write Claidi's name on the list of those to be whipped. I knew that what I was doing was drastic, few people survived the whips but at the moment I didn't really care and I thought "At least I'm not exiling her to The Waste." It makes me laugh now.
I stopped for a while because my wrist ached, it probably wouldn't of if I hadn't smacked Pattoo and Daisy earlier on, asking if they knew anything of Claidi, if she had said anything to them. I felt bad about it, but I'm not going to apologize. Continuing from where I last left the invader was caught, and sent to questioning. I did not pay much attention for I didn't care. The man was handsome but not only was he from The Waste, and sure to be killed anyway---I am not attracted to men. As far as I know men as disgusting, hairy, lustful creatures. At least the ones around here. It saddens me, they are cute, sweet, and innocent as little kids but then when puberty strikes it goes down from there. I shall go further into my thoughts about this later on, for now I will mention one thing of interest that happened during this meeting. This man-he pulled out a rose, a very beautiful and healthy looking one and offered it to Jizania, one of the Old Ladies. I couldn't believe something so beautiful could be grown out in The Waste, and from that moment I realized that not only did The House lie to its servants, but royals as well. Its confusing to thing this because it always seemed as if we royals ruled The House, but if we are lied to who does? Later on, I caught news of Jizania having summoned Claidi to her rooms and that's when I first became suspicious. I was surprised Jizania even knew of Claidi, but I also wandered what Claidi would try with Jizania, since Jizania was a much higher rank that I and could easily grant anything Claidi asked if it interested her. The next day my suspicions that Claidi would try something were confirmed. She had stolen Jizania's keys when she dozed off, something no one can blame her for since she is very old, and not only escaped with the invader but also unlocked the lions as a distraction. Its hard to believe someone willingly took off to The Waste, but that invader probably knows where he is going. And the rose is proof there is live somewhere out there. And you know, the oddest thing of all is that I wish I had gone with them.
Reviews:
Charliegirl2: No offense taken at all! Sometimes I get so caught up in writing I do stuff like that-actually a lot. And the fact that I didn't use spell check kinda messed me up too^-^; Thanks for that I enjoy criticism when its not put rudely, which you didn't do so I highly appreciate that. Thanks for the compliments, and yes she is going to leave The House but that's all I'm saying. Thanks for reviewing ^.^
Ice-otter: I just got Wolf Wing today, unfortunately I can't start it since I'm reading something else I would probably mix it up. Thank you for the compliments, and for reviewing. I really appreciate it^_^
Pretty-in-Punk1: *joins in the cheering*
Mandy: Thanks Mandy, I'm glad to know I'm not creating an entirely different character here. Thank you for reviewing.
~Her escape~
I believe that when I last wrote, which was just yesterday, I mentioned an invader balloon. Here at the house we never get visitors, we keep to ourselves. No one ever leaves, everyone wants to stay in the safe blanket that is The House. Beyond the veil is a horrible place deemed "The Waste", for that is what it is. I've often gone on top of the walls that keep anything from entering our safe sanctuary. For as long as I can see there is nothing but desert, and beyond that who knows. I grew up with tales of how horrible The Waste is. They say the days are scorching, and the nights are freezing. They speak of horrible monsters unlike anything we can imagine, madmen who roam the deserts killing, stealing and torturing wanderers. Everything in The Waste lives only for itself, with no concern for others, that's how it is. No one has ever willingly gone to the The Waste, often times when idiots break some of our most important rules they are exiled. Serves them right, without the Rituals with which we live our lives it would be utter chaos and we would be no better off then those madmen of The Waste. Our Rituals define all the traits of civilized human beings-there are those of love, of wisdom, of cleansing, of life, death, those of respecting the nature around us, of all that is important. Those who cannot see this are fools, they cannot see that people alone can not stand up, that we need some thing to pick us up and lead us. And we communicate with this "thing" through the Rituals we do. Ah, I am getting off that subject. As I was saying earlier no one had ever willingly gone into The Waste until yesterday, and can you guess who it was? Claidi of course, I am certain that comes as no surprise. Let me start from the very beginning seeing as how you must be confused, but I am too since everything seems so completely wrong and I do not know the entire story myself.
We were performing the planting of the Thousandth Rose, a minor Ritual but one that connects us not only with nature but Inner Beauty. Let me explain how the Ritual is performed. Some Princesses, Princes, their servants and The Gardener come to The Rose Garden's central. Everyone must wear shades of green to comply with the color associated with nature. The servants come in with their proper mistress or master carrying large flasks of an oil made of the last Thousandth Rose's smell. Of course we don't use the real last Thousandth Rose, just create a similar smell to it. We are shown the Thousandth Rose in its original planting and from there it is taken out, and then put among the others. The Rose is a beautiful thing to behold despite is outer ugliness, for it gives off a beautiful scent and is a reminder that although a creature may be ugly, it may be a beautiful "person". From there the flask are placed around the Rose and we leave The Gardener to tend to his duties. I am not really sure if this is the point of the Ritual, but this is how I perceive, and that is why before my eyes it is a beautiful thing. Enough of that! I am continuously going off topic, a habit I hope to break. We've never got finish the Ritual for at that moment the balloon was spotted, after that it was utter chaos. Servants dropped and spilled their flasks, as people attempted to flee the tight green dresses they had been fitted to ripped. Our Guards quickly came out with cannons, and mindlessly shoved people away and shot even if someone was in the way. Really! Its like they think they have to kill us to protect us. But at the time this was not on my mind, I was frightened out of my mind and like all the others running towards the protective walls of my own room. All the time I had this horrible scratching sensation all over my body but I was to intent on reaching my room to give it much heed at the moment. However when I did find my shelter I could the bear the pain that was obviously ants and who knows what other bugs that had crawled up my dress. I suppose the oils attracted them. For the first moments I was calm as my servants attempted to remove the tight clothing from me, but so scared were they that their hands fumbled on the straps. My impatience and anger began to boil quickly and that mixed with the adrenaline and fear I was feeling to throw me into one of my worse fits yet. I threw myself about and tried to stand still so my servants could remove the clothing, but finally I could not stand it anymore and I surprised everyone-even myself by tearing the dress right down the middle with my bare hands. At the time this was not enough to release my anger and so I took it out on Claidi, the solitary figure standing by the window by pelting her with a random item. It seemed Claidi too was in quite a bad mood for she did something no one had ever done before, she smacked me. I was at a loss for words and didn't listen to the excuses she and her two friends tried to make. Next I did something that I am so ashamed of, though to be honest I am ashamed of the entire thing, I cried and wailed for mother. Mother did nothing to cheer me up, and that added to my negative feelings and this caused me to write Claidi's name on the list of those to be whipped. I knew that what I was doing was drastic, few people survived the whips but at the moment I didn't really care and I thought "At least I'm not exiling her to The Waste." It makes me laugh now.
I stopped for a while because my wrist ached, it probably wouldn't of if I hadn't smacked Pattoo and Daisy earlier on, asking if they knew anything of Claidi, if she had said anything to them. I felt bad about it, but I'm not going to apologize. Continuing from where I last left the invader was caught, and sent to questioning. I did not pay much attention for I didn't care. The man was handsome but not only was he from The Waste, and sure to be killed anyway---I am not attracted to men. As far as I know men as disgusting, hairy, lustful creatures. At least the ones around here. It saddens me, they are cute, sweet, and innocent as little kids but then when puberty strikes it goes down from there. I shall go further into my thoughts about this later on, for now I will mention one thing of interest that happened during this meeting. This man-he pulled out a rose, a very beautiful and healthy looking one and offered it to Jizania, one of the Old Ladies. I couldn't believe something so beautiful could be grown out in The Waste, and from that moment I realized that not only did The House lie to its servants, but royals as well. Its confusing to thing this because it always seemed as if we royals ruled The House, but if we are lied to who does? Later on, I caught news of Jizania having summoned Claidi to her rooms and that's when I first became suspicious. I was surprised Jizania even knew of Claidi, but I also wandered what Claidi would try with Jizania, since Jizania was a much higher rank that I and could easily grant anything Claidi asked if it interested her. The next day my suspicions that Claidi would try something were confirmed. She had stolen Jizania's keys when she dozed off, something no one can blame her for since she is very old, and not only escaped with the invader but also unlocked the lions as a distraction. Its hard to believe someone willingly took off to The Waste, but that invader probably knows where he is going. And the rose is proof there is live somewhere out there. And you know, the oddest thing of all is that I wish I had gone with them.