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"Father?" Ella couldn't believe her eyes. Her very own father was standing right in front of her, surrounded by a posse of grungy looking men, and a couple stout ladies.
"Yes, yes" Sir Peter said, smirking, and brushing dust off of his shoulder.
Ella couldn't understand, couldn't take it all in. It didn't make sense. Her own father capture her? And in such a manner? Why didn't he just simply call on her? Why wasn't he off trading like he said?
"Wha...Wha..." Ella stared at him blankly. So many thoughts were again popping into her head that it was giving her a migraine. "Why?"
Father chuckled, more of a malevolent laugh really. He weaved his way through the gravestones, walking closer to his daughter, until he was no more than a meter away from her. "I thought it would be obvious my dear!"
Obvious? Obvious! What was he talking about! "Well....I mean if you wanted to visit me you should've just-" Ella was cut in by her father's cackle once again.
"Visit you? No, no my dear. You see I'm a merchant! I trade!" he nodded to Ella, expecting for her to understand. But it did not click in her head.
She knew her father to be wicked, greedy, unkind, and a million other unflattering things, but what was going on? If he didn't want to visit her, the only reason left was that he had kidnapped her, but that was preposterous.
Father looked at Ella as if she was a small child "Yes? Well, I suppose not, you never were the brightest one on the block..." Ella ignored the snide comment, but was still nonetheless confused. "You see darling, as a princess, your worth much more to me than you were as say an ordinary lady. Many, many people would pay to get their hands on you." He father added with a smirk. "It seems that only I had the cunning and bravery to do so..."
Ella gaped at her father. He couldn't have. It was impossible. Her own father kidnap her? How could he take her away from her new home? Her father had never cared for the feelings of others.
Ella remembered back onto her 3rd birthday. She had received her very first plaything that she could remember: her doll Natalie. How she loved her! Every Sunday, mother and her would sit and have a tea party, and Ella would always bring along Natalie. Her father had been out of town during her special day, and a few months after that. But the moment he got home and saw the doll, he immediately saw that it was a rare doll, handmade by elves. Upon seeing it, he tried to explain to little Ella how rare and precious it would be, and how much he would make from it if he were to sell it. When his daughter refused he had taken it from her very hands and proclaimed her to be too old for dolls.
It was a small thing, Ella knew, but she was nonetheless crushed to see her beloved doll go. And even in her teens, whenever her father was particularly greedy, the story always stuck up in her mind.
And now her father was up to it again. He was taking her away as he had done her doll, caring not for how his actions affected others, taking her away from those who loved her. Char. He was taking her away from Char. A wave of anger rushed through her body, replacing thoughts of all fear, and confusion. How could he take her away? Now that she could finally be with Char he had to tear them apart!
Finally, Ella found her voice, but now it was filled with anger. "You, you, you traitor!" Ella yelled. She knew it was a barbaric thing to call her father, but she could find no words to truly tell how she felt. "How could you! This is so...so...so" Ella once more searched for words. "This is so unfair! You're not going to get away with this!" She hated her father, hated his thinning hair, hated the bit of fat that was begin to put stress on the buttons of his doublet, hated his cruel eyes that were now filling with evil laughter, hated the way he cackled upon seeing his daughter have a fit.
Ella pulled her hand back and punched her father, square in the nose. He doubled over backwards, blood pouring from his evil snout, as his cronies rushed forward to help him. Ella seized her chance, turned, and took off running. She knew that she would never outrun all of those giant men on their horses, but it was her only way out.
Ella heard men from her father's posse shouting behind her, and looked over her shoulder to see four of them rushing toward her. Her feet stumbled clumsily towards the gate, and out past to the forest where perhaps the might lose the men. She was nearing the entrance when, the klutz that she was, she tripped over a miniscule gravestone, and went crashing into the ground.
A moment later, she felt hands close around her waist and she was being dragged backwards towards where father was being revived.
Ella's heart fell, as she knew this might be her only chance to escape, and she had ruined it. She nevertheless felt somewhat better when she saw the terrible condition that her father was now in.
When she reached him, he straitened up, brushing his accomplices off of him, and holding his nose. He tried to chuckled, as if that would prove that there was no way his little daughter could do him any harm. But Ella saw the menace in his eyes, and knew that she would pay.
"Now, as I was thaying," he said, his voice altered by his plugged up nose. "You're pothision is of great falue to me, and by all means, I will get what I want."
"Well what do you want then? To ruin my life? I'm telling you now; you better take me back before it's too late! Whatever you want, I'm not going to help you, and you can't make me!" Ella shrieked, sounding like a cross between a moody teen, and a cranky two year old.
Adopting his normal speech once more, father debated "Oh, well I won't have to worry about you though. You see, if you would have let me finish, I would have pointed out that very soon you will be out of my hands and into that of the Prince of Ayorthia."
Ella couldn't believe her ears. Could this be the prince that Char had just previously returned from visiting the past year? "That can't be! The prince wouldn't want anything to do with me! And besides, he and Char, they're friends!" she shot back at her father, not wanting to listen to him.
"Well, it seems that perhaps your "dear Char" didn't exactly live up to his expectations. I've talked to the prince's very advisor and he stated that the Prince was planning a little attack upon Kyrria very soon. So as I said before, you are of great value to me."
"Father?" Ella couldn't believe her eyes. Her very own father was standing right in front of her, surrounded by a posse of grungy looking men, and a couple stout ladies.
"Yes, yes" Sir Peter said, smirking, and brushing dust off of his shoulder.
Ella couldn't understand, couldn't take it all in. It didn't make sense. Her own father capture her? And in such a manner? Why didn't he just simply call on her? Why wasn't he off trading like he said?
"Wha...Wha..." Ella stared at him blankly. So many thoughts were again popping into her head that it was giving her a migraine. "Why?"
Father chuckled, more of a malevolent laugh really. He weaved his way through the gravestones, walking closer to his daughter, until he was no more than a meter away from her. "I thought it would be obvious my dear!"
Obvious? Obvious! What was he talking about! "Well....I mean if you wanted to visit me you should've just-" Ella was cut in by her father's cackle once again.
"Visit you? No, no my dear. You see I'm a merchant! I trade!" he nodded to Ella, expecting for her to understand. But it did not click in her head.
She knew her father to be wicked, greedy, unkind, and a million other unflattering things, but what was going on? If he didn't want to visit her, the only reason left was that he had kidnapped her, but that was preposterous.
Father looked at Ella as if she was a small child "Yes? Well, I suppose not, you never were the brightest one on the block..." Ella ignored the snide comment, but was still nonetheless confused. "You see darling, as a princess, your worth much more to me than you were as say an ordinary lady. Many, many people would pay to get their hands on you." He father added with a smirk. "It seems that only I had the cunning and bravery to do so..."
Ella gaped at her father. He couldn't have. It was impossible. Her own father kidnap her? How could he take her away from her new home? Her father had never cared for the feelings of others.
Ella remembered back onto her 3rd birthday. She had received her very first plaything that she could remember: her doll Natalie. How she loved her! Every Sunday, mother and her would sit and have a tea party, and Ella would always bring along Natalie. Her father had been out of town during her special day, and a few months after that. But the moment he got home and saw the doll, he immediately saw that it was a rare doll, handmade by elves. Upon seeing it, he tried to explain to little Ella how rare and precious it would be, and how much he would make from it if he were to sell it. When his daughter refused he had taken it from her very hands and proclaimed her to be too old for dolls.
It was a small thing, Ella knew, but she was nonetheless crushed to see her beloved doll go. And even in her teens, whenever her father was particularly greedy, the story always stuck up in her mind.
And now her father was up to it again. He was taking her away as he had done her doll, caring not for how his actions affected others, taking her away from those who loved her. Char. He was taking her away from Char. A wave of anger rushed through her body, replacing thoughts of all fear, and confusion. How could he take her away? Now that she could finally be with Char he had to tear them apart!
Finally, Ella found her voice, but now it was filled with anger. "You, you, you traitor!" Ella yelled. She knew it was a barbaric thing to call her father, but she could find no words to truly tell how she felt. "How could you! This is so...so...so" Ella once more searched for words. "This is so unfair! You're not going to get away with this!" She hated her father, hated his thinning hair, hated the bit of fat that was begin to put stress on the buttons of his doublet, hated his cruel eyes that were now filling with evil laughter, hated the way he cackled upon seeing his daughter have a fit.
Ella pulled her hand back and punched her father, square in the nose. He doubled over backwards, blood pouring from his evil snout, as his cronies rushed forward to help him. Ella seized her chance, turned, and took off running. She knew that she would never outrun all of those giant men on their horses, but it was her only way out.
Ella heard men from her father's posse shouting behind her, and looked over her shoulder to see four of them rushing toward her. Her feet stumbled clumsily towards the gate, and out past to the forest where perhaps the might lose the men. She was nearing the entrance when, the klutz that she was, she tripped over a miniscule gravestone, and went crashing into the ground.
A moment later, she felt hands close around her waist and she was being dragged backwards towards where father was being revived.
Ella's heart fell, as she knew this might be her only chance to escape, and she had ruined it. She nevertheless felt somewhat better when she saw the terrible condition that her father was now in.
When she reached him, he straitened up, brushing his accomplices off of him, and holding his nose. He tried to chuckled, as if that would prove that there was no way his little daughter could do him any harm. But Ella saw the menace in his eyes, and knew that she would pay.
"Now, as I was thaying," he said, his voice altered by his plugged up nose. "You're pothision is of great falue to me, and by all means, I will get what I want."
"Well what do you want then? To ruin my life? I'm telling you now; you better take me back before it's too late! Whatever you want, I'm not going to help you, and you can't make me!" Ella shrieked, sounding like a cross between a moody teen, and a cranky two year old.
Adopting his normal speech once more, father debated "Oh, well I won't have to worry about you though. You see, if you would have let me finish, I would have pointed out that very soon you will be out of my hands and into that of the Prince of Ayorthia."
Ella couldn't believe her ears. Could this be the prince that Char had just previously returned from visiting the past year? "That can't be! The prince wouldn't want anything to do with me! And besides, he and Char, they're friends!" she shot back at her father, not wanting to listen to him.
"Well, it seems that perhaps your "dear Char" didn't exactly live up to his expectations. I've talked to the prince's very advisor and he stated that the Prince was planning a little attack upon Kyrria very soon. So as I said before, you are of great value to me."