Authors Note: First thing--I've been forgetting to put a disclaimer
and I'm sure Im going to keep forgetting. So I'm only going to write
it for this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Jade Leaf, Nemian, Pattoo, The House or any
of the characters. They all belong to the wonderful author called
Tanith Lee. However most of the areas that Jade Leaf shall visit on
her journey will be of my creation, and so will some of the
characters.
Ah, well thats out of the way. Next:response to reviews!
Charliegirl2: Thank you once again for the corrections. Once I'm
done with this (if I finish it, which hopefully I will) I will go
back and replace everything with all the corrections you pointed
out^__^
One more thing. When I write I just kinda go write through, I practicly become the character and sometimes I have thoughts that are not my own, but I believe the character would have. That comment about boys growing up to disgusting hairy lustful beast was just something that came from Jade Leaf, I don't believe and I also don't know what caused me to think Jade Leaf did but hey--its different
from what I am and thats why I enjoy writing about it. I just wanted to say that in case any boys were offended..who knows if one stumbled across this story ^_^;;;
~My Escape~
Its been a while since Claidi left, for some reasons I've been unusually calm and avoidant--which leads to further calmness. There hasn't been a Ritual in a while which has caused some feelings of emptiness but nothing to drastic. I've entertained myself with performing some of the Rituals on my own. I've been taking up reading on some of it myself and realized that there are many Rituals that can take the place of more fancy ones yet still accomplish the same thing. For me this is a very great find, for I've been thinking of escaping but have held myself from doing so
because I did not want to leave these pratices behind. Another thing that is holding me back as well is fear. I know that there is something good out there in The Waste, but there HAVE to be some of the things mentioned in the stories. I mean, such far-fetched horrid stories had to have even some type of basis. It couldn't of just
popped into someone's head. Despite this I have been trying to think of a way to escape, being royal I do have access to most of the keys--yet not all. I've gotten a large backpack in which I've been storing non spoilable food and flask of water, I of course shall be taking you. I might take some of my dresses, the ones I hate so much just so I can sell them when I get to a town. If a I do. My hands are quaking as I write this, I speak as if I am which most likely I
am not. Despite my plans, which are very simple and easy to do when ever I think of it, and am not writing it down, I can see so many things going wrong. Even now people might become suspicions of my frequent visits to the kitchen, of why I've been avoiding people, of why I haven't punished any of my servants. I have been shying from
ordering them around for fear of them messing up, and then angering me. I do not want to leave angry, for that makes me foolish and unable to think straight.
Another couple days have passed since my last entry. I've gathered enough rations to keep me good for about a month, no one has said anything to me but I know my servants suspect something. They don't care though, anything to keep away from me is good for them. I've gone as far as going to the slave tunnel which supposedly was the
route Claidi used to escape. Its taken me more then a week but I've discovered the path she must of taken--every right. I was worried for a moment I wouldn't be able to since these tunnels are much like maze but every right is not much. The slaves rarely come up so they haven't told of my being there, and I always go at night so no one
sees me. I considered maybe taking someone with me but that would be cruel. But I want to so badly, and I easily could. In fact I came close to it earlier, here is how it went: I had approached Pattoo, one of the more modest slaves who rarely, if ever did anything wrong. For a moment I just stood before her trying to find the way
to tell her before promptly telling her she would miss dinner for a random exuse that I cannot remember now. Idiotic isn't it? I wasn't even angry at the time. Well maybe I was, but only at myself for
either not being able to tell her she had to come for me or considering dragging an innocent person into my plans. I guess I just really want a companion, but alas I cannot have one. I must go
alone.
Three days have passed since that last entry, and the last was spent experiencing the treacheries of The Waste. Yes, I did it. It was so much easier then I had thought that I wonder if some people knew of what I was up to, yet didn't try to stop me because they wanted me to go. Yes, I know that is it. There are many people who would want
me thrown into The Waste, yet they never would do that because I am born of royal blood. It makes me sad to think that my own mother wouldn't mind doing that, yet is to lazy to go about finding some way to make it so. Back to how the procedure went, I put on my simpliest dress which was from years ago, so it was slightly small
for me but I knew that it would be tough going and that if I wanted to make any profit from my dresses they had to be in perfect condition. The dress is simple, white long sleeved V-neck with white cuffs adorned with red outlining. The bottom is a similar scarlet that reaches a little below my knees. I had to tear off the sleeves because they were awfully tight and blocking of my circulation, other then that its fine material for traveling. Or as fine as
anything you can find here. I luckily came across some knee leather boots, slightly worn looking but still able to take alot of travel. It crashes horribly with the dress but as of now, for once I am not to concerned with my appearance. My backpack is very heavy, the only disadvantage I can see as of now, but it will be worth it I'm sure. I followed the memorized route during night after leaving a note which I still remember and shall copy here.
Dear Shimra
I regret having been such a burden to you all.
I have finally left and I'm sure many of you
are quite happy at this.
But know, that you never recognized me for
who I truely am, and now it seems you never
shall.
Jade Leaf.
Of course its complete rubbish. I truely wanted to write curses to her, telling her what an awful mother she has been. Spilling my complaints about everyone and how damned they all were. The only ones who I felt I should of talked to in such a soft manner were my servants, but of course that would of seemed petty. I wanted to leave with a BANG, make them, the important people think. 'Hmm, perhaps that Jade Leaf wasn't so bad after all.' If I scrawled all my true feelings on that paper they would only think less of me. I'm so sleepy now, and my candle burns lower and lower. I must save this for I only have so many.
and I'm sure Im going to keep forgetting. So I'm only going to write
it for this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Jade Leaf, Nemian, Pattoo, The House or any
of the characters. They all belong to the wonderful author called
Tanith Lee. However most of the areas that Jade Leaf shall visit on
her journey will be of my creation, and so will some of the
characters.
Ah, well thats out of the way. Next:response to reviews!
Charliegirl2: Thank you once again for the corrections. Once I'm
done with this (if I finish it, which hopefully I will) I will go
back and replace everything with all the corrections you pointed
out^__^
One more thing. When I write I just kinda go write through, I practicly become the character and sometimes I have thoughts that are not my own, but I believe the character would have. That comment about boys growing up to disgusting hairy lustful beast was just something that came from Jade Leaf, I don't believe and I also don't know what caused me to think Jade Leaf did but hey--its different
from what I am and thats why I enjoy writing about it. I just wanted to say that in case any boys were offended..who knows if one stumbled across this story ^_^;;;
~My Escape~
Its been a while since Claidi left, for some reasons I've been unusually calm and avoidant--which leads to further calmness. There hasn't been a Ritual in a while which has caused some feelings of emptiness but nothing to drastic. I've entertained myself with performing some of the Rituals on my own. I've been taking up reading on some of it myself and realized that there are many Rituals that can take the place of more fancy ones yet still accomplish the same thing. For me this is a very great find, for I've been thinking of escaping but have held myself from doing so
because I did not want to leave these pratices behind. Another thing that is holding me back as well is fear. I know that there is something good out there in The Waste, but there HAVE to be some of the things mentioned in the stories. I mean, such far-fetched horrid stories had to have even some type of basis. It couldn't of just
popped into someone's head. Despite this I have been trying to think of a way to escape, being royal I do have access to most of the keys--yet not all. I've gotten a large backpack in which I've been storing non spoilable food and flask of water, I of course shall be taking you. I might take some of my dresses, the ones I hate so much just so I can sell them when I get to a town. If a I do. My hands are quaking as I write this, I speak as if I am which most likely I
am not. Despite my plans, which are very simple and easy to do when ever I think of it, and am not writing it down, I can see so many things going wrong. Even now people might become suspicions of my frequent visits to the kitchen, of why I've been avoiding people, of why I haven't punished any of my servants. I have been shying from
ordering them around for fear of them messing up, and then angering me. I do not want to leave angry, for that makes me foolish and unable to think straight.
Another couple days have passed since my last entry. I've gathered enough rations to keep me good for about a month, no one has said anything to me but I know my servants suspect something. They don't care though, anything to keep away from me is good for them. I've gone as far as going to the slave tunnel which supposedly was the
route Claidi used to escape. Its taken me more then a week but I've discovered the path she must of taken--every right. I was worried for a moment I wouldn't be able to since these tunnels are much like maze but every right is not much. The slaves rarely come up so they haven't told of my being there, and I always go at night so no one
sees me. I considered maybe taking someone with me but that would be cruel. But I want to so badly, and I easily could. In fact I came close to it earlier, here is how it went: I had approached Pattoo, one of the more modest slaves who rarely, if ever did anything wrong. For a moment I just stood before her trying to find the way
to tell her before promptly telling her she would miss dinner for a random exuse that I cannot remember now. Idiotic isn't it? I wasn't even angry at the time. Well maybe I was, but only at myself for
either not being able to tell her she had to come for me or considering dragging an innocent person into my plans. I guess I just really want a companion, but alas I cannot have one. I must go
alone.
Three days have passed since that last entry, and the last was spent experiencing the treacheries of The Waste. Yes, I did it. It was so much easier then I had thought that I wonder if some people knew of what I was up to, yet didn't try to stop me because they wanted me to go. Yes, I know that is it. There are many people who would want
me thrown into The Waste, yet they never would do that because I am born of royal blood. It makes me sad to think that my own mother wouldn't mind doing that, yet is to lazy to go about finding some way to make it so. Back to how the procedure went, I put on my simpliest dress which was from years ago, so it was slightly small
for me but I knew that it would be tough going and that if I wanted to make any profit from my dresses they had to be in perfect condition. The dress is simple, white long sleeved V-neck with white cuffs adorned with red outlining. The bottom is a similar scarlet that reaches a little below my knees. I had to tear off the sleeves because they were awfully tight and blocking of my circulation, other then that its fine material for traveling. Or as fine as
anything you can find here. I luckily came across some knee leather boots, slightly worn looking but still able to take alot of travel. It crashes horribly with the dress but as of now, for once I am not to concerned with my appearance. My backpack is very heavy, the only disadvantage I can see as of now, but it will be worth it I'm sure. I followed the memorized route during night after leaving a note which I still remember and shall copy here.
Dear Shimra
I regret having been such a burden to you all.
I have finally left and I'm sure many of you
are quite happy at this.
But know, that you never recognized me for
who I truely am, and now it seems you never
shall.
Jade Leaf.
Of course its complete rubbish. I truely wanted to write curses to her, telling her what an awful mother she has been. Spilling my complaints about everyone and how damned they all were. The only ones who I felt I should of talked to in such a soft manner were my servants, but of course that would of seemed petty. I wanted to leave with a BANG, make them, the important people think. 'Hmm, perhaps that Jade Leaf wasn't so bad after all.' If I scrawled all my true feelings on that paper they would only think less of me. I'm so sleepy now, and my candle burns lower and lower. I must save this for I only have so many.