mmerr... ahem. schools out! woo-hoo! :) you cant imagine how happy i am. this should make you happy too cuz now ill have TONZ more time to write this story!! and i promise i will update my other one, i just like this one better. so yes. and this chapter i will try to make long(er). have fun.
It was a week before the wedding. I was trying on my wedding dress so Florence could see it when my mother entered the room. She said something but I couldn't understand what it was because I had been commanded to not listen to her. After she said what she had to say, she handed Florence a letter. Florence opened it and smiled hugely.
"Do you hear that, Ella?" said Florence.
"No," I said. Of course I didn't.
"Eleanor, tell Ella what you told me," said Florence, not realizing what she said. I gazed off into space as my mother repeated it.
"Ella, pay attention to your mother! It's rude to ignore someone! Never ignore her again! Do you hear me?" Florence said.
I grinned. "Oh, I hear you, Florence," I replied. What she had just said was a command; I had to listen to my mother and never ignore her again, which also meant I had to remember her. All three of these commands were countercommands for what Florence had told me earlier: not to listen to my mother and to forget her.
"What did you say, Mother?" I said sweetly.
"That was a letter from Prince Char," said Mother, her voice no longer muffled. I could understand it now. "He's wondering why you don't remember him. You broke his heart."
Florence was beaming at this sentence, but looked a bit confused. Probably because she was too stupid to realize that she had just granted me permission to talk to my mother.
"Who's Prince Char?" I asked, getting frustrated at everyone for bringing him up. "He sent me a letter professing his love for me, but I don't even know who he is!"
Mother was puzzled as well. "He's the Prince of Kyrria, don't you remember?"
I shook my head. Silence followed, then a knock at the front door and a voice calling, "Flowers!"
Florence jumped. "Oh! The flowers for the wedding are here! I'll be back!" She left the room.
"How can you not remember Char?" Mother said, kneeling before me. "He was your one true love, I'm sure of it!"
I laughed lightly, a laugh that wasn't me. "How can I love someone I don't even know..? Hang on... In that letter, Char said he loved ME. Now you tell me I loved him? What's going on?"
"Ah," said Mother, sighing. "Florence must have told you to forget Char, am I right?"
I shrugged.
"Well, then, I'll command you something." She took a deep breath. "Remember Char. Think of him what you thought of him before. Make it so, in your mind, nothing has changed between you and him."
A rush came through my body and mind, and, suddenly, I remembered. I remembered walking with Char, meeting Char, Char kissing me, falling in love with Char... everything.
"Remember him?" asked Mother. Her voice seemed to be far away, calling to me.
I nodded.
"Good," said my mother. "Now let's get out of here."
We made our escape out the back way, sneaking past Florence. Mother said we could find a carriage in the town square. If we paid it enough, it would take us back to Frell. Luckily, Florence had only taken our freedom, not everything we owned. We lugged our trunks, pulling them through narrow streets and hiding our faces, just in case someone recognized us.
Finally, after what seemed like days, we reached a street packed full of carriaged. Men were walking up and down, offering people rides around the village. I had never seen anything like it before. I had no idea you could pay someone to take you across a village. I voiced this to my mother, and she told me that it was only here in Bast where that happened.
At that moment, my mother stepped in a shallow hole and twisted her ankle. She cried out in pain and sat on the ground, rubbing the affected spot.
"Mother!" I exclaimed, and bent down to help her. I was careful, though, because I was till in the wedding dress. "Are you all right?"
My mother winced and nodded. "I'll be fine. Good thing we're right here by the carriages, isn't it?"
A man with yellow hair came over and helped Mother into the carriage. A few other men grabbed our luggage and started pulling it over. I stood outside the carriage to supervise them. The driver got down to help them load it on top. One of the men lingered when everyone else was done. He tipped his hat at me and said, "That's a beautiful dress, madam."
"Thank you," I said, noticing he kept his head low. His voice sounded awfully familiar. I tried to look at his face, but he turned at that minute and said to my mother, "You all right, madam?"
My mother must have recognized him too, for she nodded vaguely and scoped him out.
"I'll be driving then, ladies," he said, coming towards me. At that moment I knew who he was. "Marcus!" I exclaimed. I pushed him back with all my might and he fell in the mud.
"Ella! YOU drive! Get up there and take the reigns!" Mother screamed. I followed her orders without even being forced to, clamoring up the carriage and not even paying attention when my dress got caught and ripped. I picked up the reigns and hit them against the horses' backs. The horses tore wildly through the streets, dodging other carriages and nearly running over multiple people. Marcus was chasing after us, yelling something, but I didn't want to listen to him; he might have been yelling for us to stop, which I would have had to.
Once we were out of the village and Marcus was far behind us, I slowed down. What were we going to do now? I stopped the horses completely and climbed into the carriage. "What are we going to do?" I asked. "We just stole a carriage!"
"No we didn't," said Mother, still rubbing her ankle. "I threw our bag of KJ's out the window and a man caught them. We bought the carriage."
I nodded slowly. "So are we heading the right direction, Mother?"
"We should be." Mother looked out the window, then leaned back and closed her eyes. "We are. Just keep driving the horses in this direction, and stop when the sun sets. I'll take over, then. I just need some sleep."
I followed her command.
At nightfall, we switched. I helped Mother get up with her twisted ankle, then settled back in the carriage to sleep. But sleep wouldn't come. I needed the fairy book. I had managed to get my carpetbag INSIDE the carriage, and opened it. The fairy book was right on top. I turned it to the first page. It was a picture of Char, sitting by a fire. He was leaning back in his chair, a saddened expression on his face. I couldn't bear it anymore. I turned the page and found a journal entry from him.
Ella! How COULD she? After all we have done together, she denies ever knowing me! This offends me deeply. I sent her a letter proclaiming my love for her, and she sends one back, saying she doesn't know me. And what's worse? My brother sent her a letter back saying she had broken my heart and signing it with MY name! This is horrible. How could I ever trust her? How could I ever think that I could fall in love with her after so little time?
I couldn't read anymore. It was too much of a pain to my heart. It wasn't my fault I told him I didn't know him! It was the curse's, it was Florence's. What was I to do if I ever saw him back in Frell??
oooooooooo she escaped marcus and florence!! woo-hoo!!! but... she broke char's heart. awwww... :( thats not just a frowny face. that's a depressed, bawling-my-eyes-out, crushed-heart face!!!!!
hehe im sooo hyper at the moment. you must forgive me. anywho. have a great day.
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!! constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, but dont give me your opinion on the story if its bad, please.
for example:
GOOD REVIEWS:
wow! this story is good! but i would recommend one thing. you should try using a bigger variety of words.
i think that you should follow the book more closely. ella's character isn't at all like it was in the book. but it's good, anyway!
BAD REVIEWS:
this story is so dumb i cant believe i even read this far. it all sucks. you suck!! i hate your stories, etc!!
ehhh... the plot is weak. very weak. try harder. i don't like this story at all.
so yes you get the picture, k? i love you all!
It was a week before the wedding. I was trying on my wedding dress so Florence could see it when my mother entered the room. She said something but I couldn't understand what it was because I had been commanded to not listen to her. After she said what she had to say, she handed Florence a letter. Florence opened it and smiled hugely.
"Do you hear that, Ella?" said Florence.
"No," I said. Of course I didn't.
"Eleanor, tell Ella what you told me," said Florence, not realizing what she said. I gazed off into space as my mother repeated it.
"Ella, pay attention to your mother! It's rude to ignore someone! Never ignore her again! Do you hear me?" Florence said.
I grinned. "Oh, I hear you, Florence," I replied. What she had just said was a command; I had to listen to my mother and never ignore her again, which also meant I had to remember her. All three of these commands were countercommands for what Florence had told me earlier: not to listen to my mother and to forget her.
"What did you say, Mother?" I said sweetly.
"That was a letter from Prince Char," said Mother, her voice no longer muffled. I could understand it now. "He's wondering why you don't remember him. You broke his heart."
Florence was beaming at this sentence, but looked a bit confused. Probably because she was too stupid to realize that she had just granted me permission to talk to my mother.
"Who's Prince Char?" I asked, getting frustrated at everyone for bringing him up. "He sent me a letter professing his love for me, but I don't even know who he is!"
Mother was puzzled as well. "He's the Prince of Kyrria, don't you remember?"
I shook my head. Silence followed, then a knock at the front door and a voice calling, "Flowers!"
Florence jumped. "Oh! The flowers for the wedding are here! I'll be back!" She left the room.
"How can you not remember Char?" Mother said, kneeling before me. "He was your one true love, I'm sure of it!"
I laughed lightly, a laugh that wasn't me. "How can I love someone I don't even know..? Hang on... In that letter, Char said he loved ME. Now you tell me I loved him? What's going on?"
"Ah," said Mother, sighing. "Florence must have told you to forget Char, am I right?"
I shrugged.
"Well, then, I'll command you something." She took a deep breath. "Remember Char. Think of him what you thought of him before. Make it so, in your mind, nothing has changed between you and him."
A rush came through my body and mind, and, suddenly, I remembered. I remembered walking with Char, meeting Char, Char kissing me, falling in love with Char... everything.
"Remember him?" asked Mother. Her voice seemed to be far away, calling to me.
I nodded.
"Good," said my mother. "Now let's get out of here."
We made our escape out the back way, sneaking past Florence. Mother said we could find a carriage in the town square. If we paid it enough, it would take us back to Frell. Luckily, Florence had only taken our freedom, not everything we owned. We lugged our trunks, pulling them through narrow streets and hiding our faces, just in case someone recognized us.
Finally, after what seemed like days, we reached a street packed full of carriaged. Men were walking up and down, offering people rides around the village. I had never seen anything like it before. I had no idea you could pay someone to take you across a village. I voiced this to my mother, and she told me that it was only here in Bast where that happened.
At that moment, my mother stepped in a shallow hole and twisted her ankle. She cried out in pain and sat on the ground, rubbing the affected spot.
"Mother!" I exclaimed, and bent down to help her. I was careful, though, because I was till in the wedding dress. "Are you all right?"
My mother winced and nodded. "I'll be fine. Good thing we're right here by the carriages, isn't it?"
A man with yellow hair came over and helped Mother into the carriage. A few other men grabbed our luggage and started pulling it over. I stood outside the carriage to supervise them. The driver got down to help them load it on top. One of the men lingered when everyone else was done. He tipped his hat at me and said, "That's a beautiful dress, madam."
"Thank you," I said, noticing he kept his head low. His voice sounded awfully familiar. I tried to look at his face, but he turned at that minute and said to my mother, "You all right, madam?"
My mother must have recognized him too, for she nodded vaguely and scoped him out.
"I'll be driving then, ladies," he said, coming towards me. At that moment I knew who he was. "Marcus!" I exclaimed. I pushed him back with all my might and he fell in the mud.
"Ella! YOU drive! Get up there and take the reigns!" Mother screamed. I followed her orders without even being forced to, clamoring up the carriage and not even paying attention when my dress got caught and ripped. I picked up the reigns and hit them against the horses' backs. The horses tore wildly through the streets, dodging other carriages and nearly running over multiple people. Marcus was chasing after us, yelling something, but I didn't want to listen to him; he might have been yelling for us to stop, which I would have had to.
Once we were out of the village and Marcus was far behind us, I slowed down. What were we going to do now? I stopped the horses completely and climbed into the carriage. "What are we going to do?" I asked. "We just stole a carriage!"
"No we didn't," said Mother, still rubbing her ankle. "I threw our bag of KJ's out the window and a man caught them. We bought the carriage."
I nodded slowly. "So are we heading the right direction, Mother?"
"We should be." Mother looked out the window, then leaned back and closed her eyes. "We are. Just keep driving the horses in this direction, and stop when the sun sets. I'll take over, then. I just need some sleep."
I followed her command.
At nightfall, we switched. I helped Mother get up with her twisted ankle, then settled back in the carriage to sleep. But sleep wouldn't come. I needed the fairy book. I had managed to get my carpetbag INSIDE the carriage, and opened it. The fairy book was right on top. I turned it to the first page. It was a picture of Char, sitting by a fire. He was leaning back in his chair, a saddened expression on his face. I couldn't bear it anymore. I turned the page and found a journal entry from him.
Ella! How COULD she? After all we have done together, she denies ever knowing me! This offends me deeply. I sent her a letter proclaiming my love for her, and she sends one back, saying she doesn't know me. And what's worse? My brother sent her a letter back saying she had broken my heart and signing it with MY name! This is horrible. How could I ever trust her? How could I ever think that I could fall in love with her after so little time?
I couldn't read anymore. It was too much of a pain to my heart. It wasn't my fault I told him I didn't know him! It was the curse's, it was Florence's. What was I to do if I ever saw him back in Frell??
oooooooooo she escaped marcus and florence!! woo-hoo!!! but... she broke char's heart. awwww... :( thats not just a frowny face. that's a depressed, bawling-my-eyes-out, crushed-heart face!!!!!
hehe im sooo hyper at the moment. you must forgive me. anywho. have a great day.
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!! constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, but dont give me your opinion on the story if its bad, please.
for example:
GOOD REVIEWS:
wow! this story is good! but i would recommend one thing. you should try using a bigger variety of words.
i think that you should follow the book more closely. ella's character isn't at all like it was in the book. but it's good, anyway!
BAD REVIEWS:
this story is so dumb i cant believe i even read this far. it all sucks. you suck!! i hate your stories, etc!!
ehhh... the plot is weak. very weak. try harder. i don't like this story at all.
so yes you get the picture, k? i love you all!