Here's chapter one. . . tell me what you think please!
Ithildin tinuviel
Chapter One—
--------------3 Years Later----------------
Ella
After the last ball that night with Char, Mandy and I ran away to Bast and worked at an inn as cooks in return for room and board as well as some pay. Bast seemed fitting, considering that I was "Lela of Bast" at Char's ball. (Also, maybe I was still hoping that he would come after me, and think to look for me in Bast, because I—well, Lela—had told him she was from Bast. Mandy and I had resolved to return home to Frell once things quieted down.
Two years ago, only one year after I had left Frell, Char married a princess from Ayortha, Antoinette. From his journal entries I was able to read in my magic book, I could tell that this was an arranged marriage, and Char wasn't happy with it at first, having resolved never to marry after I broke his heart. However, he grew accustomed to his marriage and grew to love Antoinette.
Now, at first his love for another woman caused me unbearable pain, maybe it still does . . . I can't tell. Where my heart used to be all I can feel now is an empty hole, devoid of any true emotion. Then I realized I was being selfish. If I truly loved him, I had to let him go. Why should he be forced to live his entire life in seclusion and pain just because I was cursed? I loved him and didn't wish to cause him any more pain and suffering. So in the end, I forced myself to become reconciled to their marriage.
So my life with Mandy had begun anew. We were cooks at the Bastide Inn. Simple folk . . . that's what we had to be. We didn't really want to attract any attention to ourselves, lest Char catch wind of us and come looking for me.
After three years, I'm not much better off than I was before our desperate getaway. I am now 19, but still cursed. Sometimes I feel as if I am living in a never-ending nightmare. But soon, at least, I will be returning home to Frell. Mandy says that everything has died down enough for now and that we may return home.
One bright thing at least, we are planning to leave tomorrow . . .
Please r&r!
Ithildin tinuviel
Chapter One—
--------------3 Years Later----------------
Ella
After the last ball that night with Char, Mandy and I ran away to Bast and worked at an inn as cooks in return for room and board as well as some pay. Bast seemed fitting, considering that I was "Lela of Bast" at Char's ball. (Also, maybe I was still hoping that he would come after me, and think to look for me in Bast, because I—well, Lela—had told him she was from Bast. Mandy and I had resolved to return home to Frell once things quieted down.
Two years ago, only one year after I had left Frell, Char married a princess from Ayortha, Antoinette. From his journal entries I was able to read in my magic book, I could tell that this was an arranged marriage, and Char wasn't happy with it at first, having resolved never to marry after I broke his heart. However, he grew accustomed to his marriage and grew to love Antoinette.
Now, at first his love for another woman caused me unbearable pain, maybe it still does . . . I can't tell. Where my heart used to be all I can feel now is an empty hole, devoid of any true emotion. Then I realized I was being selfish. If I truly loved him, I had to let him go. Why should he be forced to live his entire life in seclusion and pain just because I was cursed? I loved him and didn't wish to cause him any more pain and suffering. So in the end, I forced myself to become reconciled to their marriage.
So my life with Mandy had begun anew. We were cooks at the Bastide Inn. Simple folk . . . that's what we had to be. We didn't really want to attract any attention to ourselves, lest Char catch wind of us and come looking for me.
After three years, I'm not much better off than I was before our desperate getaway. I am now 19, but still cursed. Sometimes I feel as if I am living in a never-ending nightmare. But soon, at least, I will be returning home to Frell. Mandy says that everything has died down enough for now and that we may return home.
One bright thing at least, we are planning to leave tomorrow . . .
Please r&r!