DISCLAIMER: While I love the idea of one day owning the rights to Ella
Enchanted, I know it will not be so. I must write my own book one day so
that everyone else can write fanfics about it... sigh
NOTE: Thank you all sooooo much for giving me so many reviews. I am truly flattered. I really do try and keep my spelling and grammar correct. I really enjoy it when a story is properly formatted, as well. It really adds quality to the story, in my opinion, which is why I spend time on making this well formatted.
I am sorry it took me so extremely long to update. I felt like I was hitting my head against the wall every time I tried to sit down and write this chapter, so if it sucks, I am sorry. However, I believe that this chapter gives a look at Tem and Gin's personalities. If you look at the way I am creating their speech patterns, I am sure you will see the difference in education. Also, keep in mind (for later chapters) that ignorance is not necessarily based on book learning. Many people can be uneducated, and yet not ignorant.
If I had to suggest two fanfic authors that you had to read, I would choose Rambling Thestral and Three Amigas. These people are such amazing writers! (of coyurse, I am being a bit biased on the Three Amigas one— I am helping to write it. Oh well.)
Also, I would really appreciate it if someone took the time to read my story on fictionpress. I haen't gotten any reviews on it so far. It is called 'Billy', and it is a thriller-romance story. It is totally original, and I have the next chapter, but I want some reviews before I post it.
Thanks again for reviewing! I love you all!
Chapter 3
Ella woke up, her head strangely light and free of worry. She knew in her brain that she ought to be anxious about what was going to happen to her, but she could not bring herself to be troubled by her uncertain future. She sat up and looked around the little cell without a care in the world.
She stared at a stream of light coming in through a tiny hole high up in the dirty, rutted wall. She was mesmerized by it, in fact. She sat there looking at the light in a kind of hypnotic trance until a movement in the corner of her eye startled her. She turned to see Tem directly behind her.
"Whatcha lookin' at, eh?" asked Tempest with her scraggly black hair all disheveled. Ella seriously doubted that any comb would ever get all of the knots out of the girl's hair.
"Just a little light coming in. The dust dances in it... almost like a ballet. See how the dust is black like ashes? A song one of my friends used to sing would accompany the dance beautifully. See how they move as if to some unknown beat? It could be called the 'Cinder Promenade.' They are all drifting together in a sad way. Maybe they miss their homes... I could understand that." Ella described the scene airily.
"I don't see nutin'. You're loony."
And indeed, there was nothing to be seen when Ella turned back around to her 'Cinder Promenade.' She rushed to the decrepit wall, and climbed it so that she could see through the heart-shaped crack in it. When she was finally able to see the outside world through the tiny rift, she saw that dark clouds had covered the sun.
The light ballerinas had indeed been ashes; Ella could see a chimney on top of the home right next to the prison she was being held in. The smoke coming from its mouth was a chalky black color from the mix of charcoal and wood that must have been burning in its fireplace.
Ella sighed. She felt calm, as she had been directed to be, but the order had not prevented the deep wave of sadness that the disappearance of the sunray had created. It swept over Ella, but she refused to let it take control of her.
She turned to Tempest and Gin, who had just woken up and still had the crust of sleep in the corners of his eyes, and she looked at them. And looked at them. And looked at them.
Tem and Gin, after a full minute of Ella's staring, looked at each other and silently agreed. They stalked over to Ella, each taking an arm, and pushed her to the floor in a dirty corner. Then, they went to the opposite corner to confer.
"I tol' ya she's loony. She ain't right, I'm tellin' ya!" whispered Tem.
"She is not crazy, Tem. She has just had a very rough time. We have to help her to gather her wits about her before..." Gin trailed off.
"Before what? Do you know somethin' more than I do?"
"Well..."
"Tell me, dang it! If it concerns me, I best be hearin' about it. If you don't tell me, I will knock the brain out of that head of yours! If you have one, that is!" Tem threatened.
"You'd do no such thing, Tempest. I am not afraid of you. Anyway, before you came... Well, our captors were talking right outside the door— they though I was asleep, you understand. They were speaking about their intentions with us. You already are aware of the fact that these men are slave traders— Cralitch that is— and that they mean to make a profit by us. However, they are not sure that any of us are mild enough to be satisfactory slaves. If they find anything unsatisfactory with us..."
"For goodness sakes! What is wrong with you? I haven't understood one word that's come out o' your mouth! Can't ya spit out what you're gonna say already?"
Gin looked a bit like a bird that had had his feathers ruffled. "What I am trying to say is that our captors will beat any unsatisfactory qualities out of us if they find them. That means," he said deliberately to Tem, "that Ella will get hurt if she does not stop acting the way she is right now."
"Oh! So that's what ya meant! Well, why didn't ya say that in the first place?"
"But, I di—"
"Aaw.. Shut your trap. It isn't doin' any of us any good."
With that, Tem walked over to Ella. "Stop actin' this way, you idiot! They'll whip you if they see you like this!"
Ella jumped up, no longer sad, for she could no more be sad at that moment than fly. Then again, since she could no longer act the way she had been acting the previous moment, she could no longer be calm.
In order to counteract her previous actions, she became excessively hyper. She ran around the cell, trying to use up the energy that she had so newly acquired.
"Stop!" yelled Tem.
Ella stopped, her arms in the air caught mid-movement. She had stretched them out to the point that she almost looked like a bird flapping its wings. One of her legs was still in the air behind her.
"What are ya doin'?" Tempest asked.
"Yes, Ella. Please explain what you are doing. Your actions have confused me greatly," chimed in Gin.
"I am perfecting my balance," Ella lied. This was the first time she had spoken since her description of the ash dance. She had been unable to compose herself in such a manner that would allow her to speak in a coherent manner.
"Well, then... Stop 'perfecting your balance.' It is humorous, but you could hurt yourself," commanded Gin.
Ella put her arms and legs down gratefully.
"Ella, you need to be careful. From what I have seen of you so far, you have a very free spirit. No one is going to buy a free-spirited slave. Control your emotions and let no one see them. You must put on a mask if you are to be sold to a good employer."
Ella's face became blank of all emotion. She did not look sad, angry, happy, or even dimwitted. She looked... emotionless. That is all.
"'Ow'd ya do that?" Tempest asked.
"I used to be an actress," was Ella's simple lie.
A/N: I know that this chapter doesn't seem to have much 'meat', but it is going to tie in a bit later. I just wanted to try my hand at some imagery and speech patterns. Stay tuned for the next chappie! It will be much, much more exciting!
I will put the next chapter up on Friday if I get six or more reviews by then. That doesn't mean that you don't have to review if there are already six reviews. I absolutely love reviews! Thanks!
NOTE: Thank you all sooooo much for giving me so many reviews. I am truly flattered. I really do try and keep my spelling and grammar correct. I really enjoy it when a story is properly formatted, as well. It really adds quality to the story, in my opinion, which is why I spend time on making this well formatted.
I am sorry it took me so extremely long to update. I felt like I was hitting my head against the wall every time I tried to sit down and write this chapter, so if it sucks, I am sorry. However, I believe that this chapter gives a look at Tem and Gin's personalities. If you look at the way I am creating their speech patterns, I am sure you will see the difference in education. Also, keep in mind (for later chapters) that ignorance is not necessarily based on book learning. Many people can be uneducated, and yet not ignorant.
If I had to suggest two fanfic authors that you had to read, I would choose Rambling Thestral and Three Amigas. These people are such amazing writers! (of coyurse, I am being a bit biased on the Three Amigas one— I am helping to write it. Oh well.)
Also, I would really appreciate it if someone took the time to read my story on fictionpress. I haen't gotten any reviews on it so far. It is called 'Billy', and it is a thriller-romance story. It is totally original, and I have the next chapter, but I want some reviews before I post it.
Thanks again for reviewing! I love you all!
Chapter 3
Ella woke up, her head strangely light and free of worry. She knew in her brain that she ought to be anxious about what was going to happen to her, but she could not bring herself to be troubled by her uncertain future. She sat up and looked around the little cell without a care in the world.
She stared at a stream of light coming in through a tiny hole high up in the dirty, rutted wall. She was mesmerized by it, in fact. She sat there looking at the light in a kind of hypnotic trance until a movement in the corner of her eye startled her. She turned to see Tem directly behind her.
"Whatcha lookin' at, eh?" asked Tempest with her scraggly black hair all disheveled. Ella seriously doubted that any comb would ever get all of the knots out of the girl's hair.
"Just a little light coming in. The dust dances in it... almost like a ballet. See how the dust is black like ashes? A song one of my friends used to sing would accompany the dance beautifully. See how they move as if to some unknown beat? It could be called the 'Cinder Promenade.' They are all drifting together in a sad way. Maybe they miss their homes... I could understand that." Ella described the scene airily.
"I don't see nutin'. You're loony."
And indeed, there was nothing to be seen when Ella turned back around to her 'Cinder Promenade.' She rushed to the decrepit wall, and climbed it so that she could see through the heart-shaped crack in it. When she was finally able to see the outside world through the tiny rift, she saw that dark clouds had covered the sun.
The light ballerinas had indeed been ashes; Ella could see a chimney on top of the home right next to the prison she was being held in. The smoke coming from its mouth was a chalky black color from the mix of charcoal and wood that must have been burning in its fireplace.
Ella sighed. She felt calm, as she had been directed to be, but the order had not prevented the deep wave of sadness that the disappearance of the sunray had created. It swept over Ella, but she refused to let it take control of her.
She turned to Tempest and Gin, who had just woken up and still had the crust of sleep in the corners of his eyes, and she looked at them. And looked at them. And looked at them.
Tem and Gin, after a full minute of Ella's staring, looked at each other and silently agreed. They stalked over to Ella, each taking an arm, and pushed her to the floor in a dirty corner. Then, they went to the opposite corner to confer.
"I tol' ya she's loony. She ain't right, I'm tellin' ya!" whispered Tem.
"She is not crazy, Tem. She has just had a very rough time. We have to help her to gather her wits about her before..." Gin trailed off.
"Before what? Do you know somethin' more than I do?"
"Well..."
"Tell me, dang it! If it concerns me, I best be hearin' about it. If you don't tell me, I will knock the brain out of that head of yours! If you have one, that is!" Tem threatened.
"You'd do no such thing, Tempest. I am not afraid of you. Anyway, before you came... Well, our captors were talking right outside the door— they though I was asleep, you understand. They were speaking about their intentions with us. You already are aware of the fact that these men are slave traders— Cralitch that is— and that they mean to make a profit by us. However, they are not sure that any of us are mild enough to be satisfactory slaves. If they find anything unsatisfactory with us..."
"For goodness sakes! What is wrong with you? I haven't understood one word that's come out o' your mouth! Can't ya spit out what you're gonna say already?"
Gin looked a bit like a bird that had had his feathers ruffled. "What I am trying to say is that our captors will beat any unsatisfactory qualities out of us if they find them. That means," he said deliberately to Tem, "that Ella will get hurt if she does not stop acting the way she is right now."
"Oh! So that's what ya meant! Well, why didn't ya say that in the first place?"
"But, I di—"
"Aaw.. Shut your trap. It isn't doin' any of us any good."
With that, Tem walked over to Ella. "Stop actin' this way, you idiot! They'll whip you if they see you like this!"
Ella jumped up, no longer sad, for she could no more be sad at that moment than fly. Then again, since she could no longer act the way she had been acting the previous moment, she could no longer be calm.
In order to counteract her previous actions, she became excessively hyper. She ran around the cell, trying to use up the energy that she had so newly acquired.
"Stop!" yelled Tem.
Ella stopped, her arms in the air caught mid-movement. She had stretched them out to the point that she almost looked like a bird flapping its wings. One of her legs was still in the air behind her.
"What are ya doin'?" Tempest asked.
"Yes, Ella. Please explain what you are doing. Your actions have confused me greatly," chimed in Gin.
"I am perfecting my balance," Ella lied. This was the first time she had spoken since her description of the ash dance. She had been unable to compose herself in such a manner that would allow her to speak in a coherent manner.
"Well, then... Stop 'perfecting your balance.' It is humorous, but you could hurt yourself," commanded Gin.
Ella put her arms and legs down gratefully.
"Ella, you need to be careful. From what I have seen of you so far, you have a very free spirit. No one is going to buy a free-spirited slave. Control your emotions and let no one see them. You must put on a mask if you are to be sold to a good employer."
Ella's face became blank of all emotion. She did not look sad, angry, happy, or even dimwitted. She looked... emotionless. That is all.
"'Ow'd ya do that?" Tempest asked.
"I used to be an actress," was Ella's simple lie.
A/N: I know that this chapter doesn't seem to have much 'meat', but it is going to tie in a bit later. I just wanted to try my hand at some imagery and speech patterns. Stay tuned for the next chappie! It will be much, much more exciting!
I will put the next chapter up on Friday if I get six or more reviews by then. That doesn't mean that you don't have to review if there are already six reviews. I absolutely love reviews! Thanks!