this is a mixture of a whole bunch of fairy tales. please be kind. lol i just worked up enough nerve to post anything so im a little nervous but we'll see the outcome.. and if you need anything explained just ask cause i admit that i sometimes word things a certain way and it comes out wrong. enjoy!
Come Sweet Rain
chapter 1--Meeting a Mystery--
Claira watched from her window as the last patch of blue disappeared from the sky. She gave a small smile; rain would come soon which meant so would he.
She ran over to her closet and pulled out a small suitcase filled with her most precious belongings; a picture of her mother and father, an antique mirror made of silver and a white dress. She set it down on the bed and covered it with a pillow. She let out a longing sigh as she waited for the first raindrop to hit the ground. This part was always tormenting to her.
The boy she was waiting for was one of a mysterious nature. Showing up only when it was raining masked in shear joy as he came running around her house. She often wondered if he were related to some sea creature as he delighted in water so much. She delighted in seeing him if only for a short while, because he always left before the rain stopped, oh how she wished for a flood.
The first time she saw him she was only 8 years old. Sitting by her window listening to the patter of the rain and crying for her mother and father had died in a terrible accident right outside of Aginthe. She wept feeling almost as if the world was crying with her. Longing for the comfort from the sound of a thousand tears. It was at her lowest moment that she first met him he was running around her yard from place to place laughing to himself. She tried to ignore him but he was obviously crazy.
'Boy, dont you have any respect?' She demanded still rather politely.
'Im sure somewhere I do. Why do you ask?'
'For me, my parents are proclaimed dead and you run and jump. Didn't you notice me crying?
'Well no not really. I didn't notice you at all actually.'
'Very well.' She said going back to her snow colored tissue. The boy struggled with being still.
'How did they die?' He asked curiously.
'They drowned. ' She answered coldly. She seemed so far away.
'The rain is stopping.' Claira said looking back at the boy but he was no longer there.
She was now sixteen and smiling at the innocent yet arrogant 9 year old who stood before her that day. He had changed in many ways. He had grown into a nice looking mystery. His blue eyes the color of a clearest ocean and his dark black hair always soaking dripping raindrops into his eyes. She smiled again at his tall stature and broad shoulders. She didn't do this in a way as you would think. She admired him growing up so well feeling it was partly her well doing, as most girls do when they have a part in a young mans life.
Her smile faded as the sun came out and the gray sky turned to blue. She was in utter torment but lazily picked up her bag and placed it in the cabinet. Walking towards the window she let out a defeated sigh 'Oh how I wish I controlled the weather.' she said to herself resting her head on the windowsill. There was a sharp, short rapping at her door. She clenched her fists taken by surprise.
'Who is it' she asked her voice softening.
'Its company for you downstairs missus. It's Mr. Wellington' The voice answered from behind the door.
Claira rolled her eyes and took in a few deep breaths. 'Ill be down in a moment Martha' It wouldn't be long before she would be wearing that white dress for her visitor downstairs.
She stayed still for a minute more remembering her next meeting with the boy only 5 weeks after her parents had passed. Oh course it was raining and she was sitting at her window completely oblivious to everything but her doll. She loved it so and called her Moriah after her mother. She danced the doll around set her down in a pillow facing her. They were to enjoy some afternoon tea.
'Would you like a lump of sugar Moriah darling?' She paused and held out the small glass jar.
'Oh I insist, with your figure you can eat whatever you like' She said smiling at the porcelain face painted a lovely peach color.
'What's that, oh yes a lovely day. I've always enjoyed the rain'
She looked over towards the window and watched as the same boy from just a week before ran around laughing and singing to himself.
'Boy, dont you have any respect' She leaned out her window to catch a better look at him.
'Oh course, but we have been over this before.'
'Well you need to practice that manner. You're not very good.'
'What's your name?'
'Oh my name? My name is moriah.'
'I thought your doll's name was moriah. You called her that just now.'
'Yes well my real name is Claira, but my chosen name is Moriah'
The boy gave a cute little smile.
'Your chosen name?' He asked skeptically.
'Yes we should all have a chosen name I think.' she said wistfully. 'Because we may not like our name, and is it very fair we are called by this name all of our lives'
'Well I suppose' the boy said not understanding her logic.
'What is your chosen name?' The boy ran the thought over in his mind he bit his lip as she waited watching his every move.
'I can't very well think with you staring at me.' He said growing cold.
'Oh excuse me.' She rolled her eyes.
'I've got it. My chosen name is Will.'
'Very fine, what's your given name' she asked patiently.
'Will' he said confused.
'Thats your real name as well?' She was obviously growing impatient.
'Yes, I like my real name.'
'Why are you getting so angry? I never said anything bad about it.'
'I will go tell my brother that a girl said something terrible about my name a wicked evil girl with no heart!' He screamed running away.
'I dont care what you do. You mistook everything I said. I don't care if you do anything at all. I dont care if you die' she shouted loudly watching him run off. That was the last time he came around for a whole 6 years. He showed up the next time on her 14th birthday. Where he along with the rain came unexpected.
Claira nearly screamed being roused by another rapping at her door. She looked over and remembered her guest. She ran down stairs and into the corridor. Henry Wellington stood smiling arrogantly at her with that broad cleft chin and those dark bruting eyes that she could never get to leave her mind. She gave a smile and offered her hand to him. He took if gratefully pressing his lips to her flesh.
'Very nice to see you again Miss Abbingdale. I so missed you this winter.'
He still held on to her delicate fingers. She made a subtle motion for him to let go. He released it and smiled. 'You are coming to the banquet tonight?' he asked standing upright with a riding crop under his arm. She looked around for anyone to release her from the lifeless meeting.
'Depends on the weather.' She answered. She offered him a smile as not to offend.
'Yes well I do hope to see you again. I'm sorry I have to leave but my mother and father are expecting me' he sad smiling and giving a polite nod to everyone. He strode out of the room as he were the king himself. She wiped her hand on her dress as soon as he was out the door and gave a little shiver.
'What's the matter missus he's very attractive' Martha said watching the change of expression on Clara's face.
'Yes I suppose but I have this strange feeling about him. I hate it when he kisses my hand and that name, obviously a given one' she said laughing. 'Yes miss Clara obviously a given name' Martha said playing along with her young mistress. 'I must retire. If it does not rain please get the carriage ready if it does rain I wish to stay in for the evening.' she said holding up her dress to let her feet move freely. She ran all the way up the stairs gasping for air, the corset was holding in her lungs so she sat on her bed a few minutes as she caught her breath.
This feeling of entrapment reminded her of when she first was made to wear the awful things. she laid her head back and closed her eyes drifting back to her 14th birthday party. She had insisted it be held outside because of the flowers and shade from the trees. It seemed like the perfect weather. She watched from the front door as all the wet guests piled into black carriages and rode off, none of which thought this funny but Claira. She so did want people to have fun at her party but the sight of the those young women screeching with terror as that first rain drop hit there hats would of been funny to anyone watching on. Clara was very secretive about her laughter she screeched just as the next person but as the last carriage left and she walked up to her room she laughed. 'I shall never forget this party' she said to herself walking down the long hallway towards her room. She sat down on her window seat and took off her hat.
Her long tangled curls fell around her shoulders like a shawl. She pushed it back with her fingers. Her dress was a light pink setting off her complexion in the best possible way. The rain cast shadows on her face as she waited for it to stop. She heard that old familiar laugher it was deeper now but still the same. She opened her eyes and looked out the boy was running around laughing and singing songs she had never heard. 'Is that Will?' she asked herself thinking back to the mysterious boy that she now only saw in her dreams. 'Yes it has to be.' She thought. She opened the latch on the window and waiting for him to notice. He stopped for a moment and turned around. He noticed this dark haired girl with her wondering eyes and to him she was beautiful not the sort of beauty you see every day. Her wet hair falling around her face the way her dress grabbed around her. 'Who are you?' he asked himself. 'What?' she asked just barely noticing his mouth move.
'Im Claira.' Her maturity came in view as she gave him her real name. 'And you are Will' she said grinning.
'How do you.... Oh yes is it the Moriah girl. I remember you' he said laughing in shear pleasure.
'Yes I suppose you do. Why are you here?'
'Playing in the rain. Would you like to come out?'
'I mustn't' she answered shaking her head. The boy looked around a little embarrassed.
'I understand. You dont want to get wet is that it?'
'No I dont mind that. I just can't.'
'One day you should meet my brother he would like you' he said. They were both shocked that he said this out loud.
'Really, why is that?'
'Because you look like...' he stopped and watched her bite her lip with anticipation.
'You just look it.' he answered. 'Oh well I should very much like to meet your brother.' She smiled and waited for him to say something. 'I barely know you but I feel as if I've been your friend for a very long time.' he said again thinking aloud. 'Me as well' she answered before he felt any discomfort. 'I would very much like to talk to you again, maybe you could come out later' he asked again. 'Maybe much later' she relaxing back glancing toward the gray sky. 'The rain is stopping....' she looked back and he was gone. She was beginning to think she was imagining this boy but she couldn't have been, could she?
Come Sweet Rain
chapter 1--Meeting a Mystery--
Claira watched from her window as the last patch of blue disappeared from the sky. She gave a small smile; rain would come soon which meant so would he.
She ran over to her closet and pulled out a small suitcase filled with her most precious belongings; a picture of her mother and father, an antique mirror made of silver and a white dress. She set it down on the bed and covered it with a pillow. She let out a longing sigh as she waited for the first raindrop to hit the ground. This part was always tormenting to her.
The boy she was waiting for was one of a mysterious nature. Showing up only when it was raining masked in shear joy as he came running around her house. She often wondered if he were related to some sea creature as he delighted in water so much. She delighted in seeing him if only for a short while, because he always left before the rain stopped, oh how she wished for a flood.
The first time she saw him she was only 8 years old. Sitting by her window listening to the patter of the rain and crying for her mother and father had died in a terrible accident right outside of Aginthe. She wept feeling almost as if the world was crying with her. Longing for the comfort from the sound of a thousand tears. It was at her lowest moment that she first met him he was running around her yard from place to place laughing to himself. She tried to ignore him but he was obviously crazy.
'Boy, dont you have any respect?' She demanded still rather politely.
'Im sure somewhere I do. Why do you ask?'
'For me, my parents are proclaimed dead and you run and jump. Didn't you notice me crying?
'Well no not really. I didn't notice you at all actually.'
'Very well.' She said going back to her snow colored tissue. The boy struggled with being still.
'How did they die?' He asked curiously.
'They drowned. ' She answered coldly. She seemed so far away.
'The rain is stopping.' Claira said looking back at the boy but he was no longer there.
She was now sixteen and smiling at the innocent yet arrogant 9 year old who stood before her that day. He had changed in many ways. He had grown into a nice looking mystery. His blue eyes the color of a clearest ocean and his dark black hair always soaking dripping raindrops into his eyes. She smiled again at his tall stature and broad shoulders. She didn't do this in a way as you would think. She admired him growing up so well feeling it was partly her well doing, as most girls do when they have a part in a young mans life.
Her smile faded as the sun came out and the gray sky turned to blue. She was in utter torment but lazily picked up her bag and placed it in the cabinet. Walking towards the window she let out a defeated sigh 'Oh how I wish I controlled the weather.' she said to herself resting her head on the windowsill. There was a sharp, short rapping at her door. She clenched her fists taken by surprise.
'Who is it' she asked her voice softening.
'Its company for you downstairs missus. It's Mr. Wellington' The voice answered from behind the door.
Claira rolled her eyes and took in a few deep breaths. 'Ill be down in a moment Martha' It wouldn't be long before she would be wearing that white dress for her visitor downstairs.
She stayed still for a minute more remembering her next meeting with the boy only 5 weeks after her parents had passed. Oh course it was raining and she was sitting at her window completely oblivious to everything but her doll. She loved it so and called her Moriah after her mother. She danced the doll around set her down in a pillow facing her. They were to enjoy some afternoon tea.
'Would you like a lump of sugar Moriah darling?' She paused and held out the small glass jar.
'Oh I insist, with your figure you can eat whatever you like' She said smiling at the porcelain face painted a lovely peach color.
'What's that, oh yes a lovely day. I've always enjoyed the rain'
She looked over towards the window and watched as the same boy from just a week before ran around laughing and singing to himself.
'Boy, dont you have any respect' She leaned out her window to catch a better look at him.
'Oh course, but we have been over this before.'
'Well you need to practice that manner. You're not very good.'
'What's your name?'
'Oh my name? My name is moriah.'
'I thought your doll's name was moriah. You called her that just now.'
'Yes well my real name is Claira, but my chosen name is Moriah'
The boy gave a cute little smile.
'Your chosen name?' He asked skeptically.
'Yes we should all have a chosen name I think.' she said wistfully. 'Because we may not like our name, and is it very fair we are called by this name all of our lives'
'Well I suppose' the boy said not understanding her logic.
'What is your chosen name?' The boy ran the thought over in his mind he bit his lip as she waited watching his every move.
'I can't very well think with you staring at me.' He said growing cold.
'Oh excuse me.' She rolled her eyes.
'I've got it. My chosen name is Will.'
'Very fine, what's your given name' she asked patiently.
'Will' he said confused.
'Thats your real name as well?' She was obviously growing impatient.
'Yes, I like my real name.'
'Why are you getting so angry? I never said anything bad about it.'
'I will go tell my brother that a girl said something terrible about my name a wicked evil girl with no heart!' He screamed running away.
'I dont care what you do. You mistook everything I said. I don't care if you do anything at all. I dont care if you die' she shouted loudly watching him run off. That was the last time he came around for a whole 6 years. He showed up the next time on her 14th birthday. Where he along with the rain came unexpected.
Claira nearly screamed being roused by another rapping at her door. She looked over and remembered her guest. She ran down stairs and into the corridor. Henry Wellington stood smiling arrogantly at her with that broad cleft chin and those dark bruting eyes that she could never get to leave her mind. She gave a smile and offered her hand to him. He took if gratefully pressing his lips to her flesh.
'Very nice to see you again Miss Abbingdale. I so missed you this winter.'
He still held on to her delicate fingers. She made a subtle motion for him to let go. He released it and smiled. 'You are coming to the banquet tonight?' he asked standing upright with a riding crop under his arm. She looked around for anyone to release her from the lifeless meeting.
'Depends on the weather.' She answered. She offered him a smile as not to offend.
'Yes well I do hope to see you again. I'm sorry I have to leave but my mother and father are expecting me' he sad smiling and giving a polite nod to everyone. He strode out of the room as he were the king himself. She wiped her hand on her dress as soon as he was out the door and gave a little shiver.
'What's the matter missus he's very attractive' Martha said watching the change of expression on Clara's face.
'Yes I suppose but I have this strange feeling about him. I hate it when he kisses my hand and that name, obviously a given one' she said laughing. 'Yes miss Clara obviously a given name' Martha said playing along with her young mistress. 'I must retire. If it does not rain please get the carriage ready if it does rain I wish to stay in for the evening.' she said holding up her dress to let her feet move freely. She ran all the way up the stairs gasping for air, the corset was holding in her lungs so she sat on her bed a few minutes as she caught her breath.
This feeling of entrapment reminded her of when she first was made to wear the awful things. she laid her head back and closed her eyes drifting back to her 14th birthday party. She had insisted it be held outside because of the flowers and shade from the trees. It seemed like the perfect weather. She watched from the front door as all the wet guests piled into black carriages and rode off, none of which thought this funny but Claira. She so did want people to have fun at her party but the sight of the those young women screeching with terror as that first rain drop hit there hats would of been funny to anyone watching on. Clara was very secretive about her laughter she screeched just as the next person but as the last carriage left and she walked up to her room she laughed. 'I shall never forget this party' she said to herself walking down the long hallway towards her room. She sat down on her window seat and took off her hat.
Her long tangled curls fell around her shoulders like a shawl. She pushed it back with her fingers. Her dress was a light pink setting off her complexion in the best possible way. The rain cast shadows on her face as she waited for it to stop. She heard that old familiar laugher it was deeper now but still the same. She opened her eyes and looked out the boy was running around laughing and singing songs she had never heard. 'Is that Will?' she asked herself thinking back to the mysterious boy that she now only saw in her dreams. 'Yes it has to be.' She thought. She opened the latch on the window and waiting for him to notice. He stopped for a moment and turned around. He noticed this dark haired girl with her wondering eyes and to him she was beautiful not the sort of beauty you see every day. Her wet hair falling around her face the way her dress grabbed around her. 'Who are you?' he asked himself. 'What?' she asked just barely noticing his mouth move.
'Im Claira.' Her maturity came in view as she gave him her real name. 'And you are Will' she said grinning.
'How do you.... Oh yes is it the Moriah girl. I remember you' he said laughing in shear pleasure.
'Yes I suppose you do. Why are you here?'
'Playing in the rain. Would you like to come out?'
'I mustn't' she answered shaking her head. The boy looked around a little embarrassed.
'I understand. You dont want to get wet is that it?'
'No I dont mind that. I just can't.'
'One day you should meet my brother he would like you' he said. They were both shocked that he said this out loud.
'Really, why is that?'
'Because you look like...' he stopped and watched her bite her lip with anticipation.
'You just look it.' he answered. 'Oh well I should very much like to meet your brother.' She smiled and waited for him to say something. 'I barely know you but I feel as if I've been your friend for a very long time.' he said again thinking aloud. 'Me as well' she answered before he felt any discomfort. 'I would very much like to talk to you again, maybe you could come out later' he asked again. 'Maybe much later' she relaxing back glancing toward the gray sky. 'The rain is stopping....' she looked back and he was gone. She was beginning to think she was imagining this boy but she couldn't have been, could she?