A/N: Hey guys! Sorry, but Fanfiction.net didn't upload my new chapter and replaced it with chapter 4. I'm really sorry, but here's the actual chapter 5, short as it is. Enjoy it for all of its mistakes!
Brittany
The summer continued on as usual. Riding lessons to the teachers and students at the local stables, continuing my painting, and hanging out in Capiochae, the Mediterranean village my father bought for me. I had all of my books bought for me and all of my school robes were custom-made by some of the best tailors in the world.
One day in late August while some of the local teenagers and I were going through the smalls shops in Capiochae, I decided to venture off to a part of the village that few people knew about, where a small beach is hidden by a large graveyard. Normally I am deathly afraid of graveyards, but after I found this small utopia, I made the sacrifice once a year, and since the summer was almost over, I decided that today was the opportune day.
I crept away from the band of chattering girls, wrapping my scarf around my head and putting on my cheetah-spotted rimmed sunglasses, as most women wore their accessories here, since it's the "the latest fashion", as I'm told by my house keeper. Capiochae isn't a large city, but it's no hamlet. After 30 minutes of brisk walking, I was almost there.
The end of the road and creepy silence told me that I had finally arrived. I tip-toed through the necropolis and reached a mausoleum in the middle of the graves. I opened the door and slowly closed it after flicking on the flashlight I had left here. Unfortunately, it seemed I had used all the batteries up the previous year. I considered going back, but I had never started something and not finished it and I was here on a mission. Well, not actually, but my summer 'buddies' were boring me out of my mind, and I really, really wanted to get to the beach.
So I took a deep breath and pretended that I was walking in one of the brightly hallways at home. However, as I descended the steps, I found it harder and harder to forget that I was under a graveyard and that there were dead bodies lying above me. Finally, when I heard a clinking sound growing nearer from the top of the steps I freaked out, screamed, ran towards the door, threw it open, despite its heaviness, and ran out onto warm sand bordered by the deep blue waters I longed to see every year. I ran out of the secret staircase horrified and shrieking bloody murder, only to stop dead in my tracks.
'Crud' I thought to myself (because we weren't allowed to curse out loud)
Someone was on my, MY, MY BEACH. The beach which no one was supposed to know about was ruined. This day kept getting worse and worse.
After catching my breath, I managed an "Excuse me? May I help you?" (Though it was barely audibly) to the intruder.
"No thank you. I'm quite fine. But if you get the chance, could you fetch me some ink and a bit of parchment? I need to write a letter to a dear friend of mine. Meanwhile, Miss Camdyn, I think it is very important that you not stray away from your group of friends again." said the trespasser, who I noticed (after he had turned around) to be an old man with a long white beard.
Brittany
The summer continued on as usual. Riding lessons to the teachers and students at the local stables, continuing my painting, and hanging out in Capiochae, the Mediterranean village my father bought for me. I had all of my books bought for me and all of my school robes were custom-made by some of the best tailors in the world.
One day in late August while some of the local teenagers and I were going through the smalls shops in Capiochae, I decided to venture off to a part of the village that few people knew about, where a small beach is hidden by a large graveyard. Normally I am deathly afraid of graveyards, but after I found this small utopia, I made the sacrifice once a year, and since the summer was almost over, I decided that today was the opportune day.
I crept away from the band of chattering girls, wrapping my scarf around my head and putting on my cheetah-spotted rimmed sunglasses, as most women wore their accessories here, since it's the "the latest fashion", as I'm told by my house keeper. Capiochae isn't a large city, but it's no hamlet. After 30 minutes of brisk walking, I was almost there.
The end of the road and creepy silence told me that I had finally arrived. I tip-toed through the necropolis and reached a mausoleum in the middle of the graves. I opened the door and slowly closed it after flicking on the flashlight I had left here. Unfortunately, it seemed I had used all the batteries up the previous year. I considered going back, but I had never started something and not finished it and I was here on a mission. Well, not actually, but my summer 'buddies' were boring me out of my mind, and I really, really wanted to get to the beach.
So I took a deep breath and pretended that I was walking in one of the brightly hallways at home. However, as I descended the steps, I found it harder and harder to forget that I was under a graveyard and that there were dead bodies lying above me. Finally, when I heard a clinking sound growing nearer from the top of the steps I freaked out, screamed, ran towards the door, threw it open, despite its heaviness, and ran out onto warm sand bordered by the deep blue waters I longed to see every year. I ran out of the secret staircase horrified and shrieking bloody murder, only to stop dead in my tracks.
'Crud' I thought to myself (because we weren't allowed to curse out loud)
Someone was on my, MY, MY BEACH. The beach which no one was supposed to know about was ruined. This day kept getting worse and worse.
After catching my breath, I managed an "Excuse me? May I help you?" (Though it was barely audibly) to the intruder.
"No thank you. I'm quite fine. But if you get the chance, could you fetch me some ink and a bit of parchment? I need to write a letter to a dear friend of mine. Meanwhile, Miss Camdyn, I think it is very important that you not stray away from your group of friends again." said the trespasser, who I noticed (after he had turned around) to be an old man with a long white beard.