Well, finaly I did it! A really long chapter! At least on my standards! Hope you all like it! Keep on writing those reviews!
~Shaina~
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The morning sun laid its rays of light, across my bed, like streaks of paint. It peeked through the cracks in the almost run down window. I moaned, and pulled the covers up over my face. They were flimsy and torn, and bits of light still showed through the holes.
It was no use, ignoring what was going to happen today, sleeping through it would do me no good.
But what if I did? Would it all just happen? I could live in the forest, alone, for the rest of my life.
I let out a slow breath. I could lose or get back everything today. And the sun was still shining. I had expected to rain, so that everyone would see this day as gloomy as much as I did.
I wondered who was awake. There was a good three hours before they would let the public in and my plan would be in motion. I had stayed up really late getting all the details set up.
The sound of the preparations, after I had the Church last night, gave me extra motivation. Small groups of people had camped out side the church's doors, just to get good seats for this wedding.
I got up and put my hair up in a bun, short strands sticking out messily from the top. It was slowly fading in to the old color that I had once liked. I was beginning to look like myself again, and it felt good.
I fingered the dress that was on the chair. So soft and smooth, it had to be silk. Red ribbons wrapped around the waist, and trailed to the bottom. Matching shoes, the tips glass.
I jumped and spun around when a board creaked behind me.
It was only Ariana. "Wedding jitters?" She gave me a half smile. I gave out a laugh that only made the tension worse.
She sighed, "I had hoped that I wouldn't have to tell you this." She paused, and fingered the rough edges of.
"I should begin with the end of the story." I nodded, silently, absorbing every word.
"Rosemary had never died. It was all a lie that had been made up when the men came for her. She cut her hair, and wore the baggy clothing that women would never wear. She became accustomed to her new life, and never forgot, but abandoned her old one. She became Rose, a simple girl, with out a past. Darec and Rose soon married, and Rose became pregnant.
But the curse that had been cast on Rose never died. It lived on, waiting for the right moment, when it would cause the most damage. The magic being that had cast it, lay silent in her hut, watching. She loathed the girl. She had never been blessed with beauty, and envied all that received that gift. She longed only for evil, for the chance to destroy all that weren't like her. She had created a stone over the years that held the souls of all the unfortunate who came to pass her. All she needed was beauty, and she could control all the lands. She had to do was find someone with pure, rare beauty, on the inside and out. Rose had all of those qualities, now all the old hag had to do was wait until Rose was old enough, and lead her to her death."
She sighed again, and plopped down on the bed. She fiddled with the edge of the sheet for a second, then looked up so that her eyes matched mine. "More?" I nodded slowly, lost in my thoughts.
"Time goes on, as it always does, and Rose's tummy began to swell. The days went on, and she was close to birth.
But the hag would never let that happen, she didn't want another child that was a pure and beautiful as her mother. But she needed a full moon, and it would be to late by then, her jealousy had caused her to wait till the last minute.
But she could do more than just steal souls. She could call them to her.
And so she called Rose's. And the girl came, in the middle of the night, tired and confused. It was three days from when the moon would be full, but the baby would be born before that.
The hag knew just what to do. Envy, rage, hate controlled her mind, she no longer cared about the stone, no longer cared about ruling the land. All that mattered is that Rose's happiness would be destroyed, her bitter life would be avenged. She picked up the knife in the corner, waving it mockingly, while coming towards Rose. She moved slowly, enjoying the fear and the screams.
Rose's screams carried with the wind. Darec awoke, and in not seeing the sleeping body of his wife next to him, panicked. After searching the camp and not finding her, he and his men went towards the sound of the screams, hoping they were not to late."
Ariana's hands tightened around each other and then loosened, her eyes were half closed, and she seemed deep in thought. After a deep breath she started again.
"They were. The screaming stopped as soon as the deed was done. The hag, in her train of thought, left the stone, glowing, on the table. Darec and his men burst through the door, just in time for him to hold his dying wife in his arms. She died happy and content, filled with love.
It was after she breathed her last breath, that he stared at her stomach numbly, realizing that she was too thin to have a child in her. He stared around the room, as if expecting the child to be there. But there was no child, only a stone, placed gently on the table behind him.
Meanwhile, the hags envy had worn off, and she felt sorrow and pity for the child. Instead of leaving the little girl to die in the woods, she left her bundled in front of the closest house.
In the morning, a family woke up to the screaming cries of a baby. They raised her as their own, spoiling her with love and gratitude, hoping that no one would ever come for her.
No one did. After Rose's funeral Darec gave up on life. He no longer wanted the daughter that he had so much before. He buried the stone with her grave, after the fairies made it powerless.
And time moved on, lives fade, and grow. The little girl grew up, married, and had a daughter of her own."
"So, what does this have to do with me?"
"The stone was found, and it now has its power back. The fact is... it's that you are related to the little girl, Ella."
I arched my eyebrows, she had caught me by surprise. "Really?"
"Ella, she is......"
Ariana drifted off for a minute, and I was worried about what she might say.
"Well?" I said growing impatient
"The little girl, she is, was, your mother."
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~Shaina~
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The morning sun laid its rays of light, across my bed, like streaks of paint. It peeked through the cracks in the almost run down window. I moaned, and pulled the covers up over my face. They were flimsy and torn, and bits of light still showed through the holes.
It was no use, ignoring what was going to happen today, sleeping through it would do me no good.
But what if I did? Would it all just happen? I could live in the forest, alone, for the rest of my life.
I let out a slow breath. I could lose or get back everything today. And the sun was still shining. I had expected to rain, so that everyone would see this day as gloomy as much as I did.
I wondered who was awake. There was a good three hours before they would let the public in and my plan would be in motion. I had stayed up really late getting all the details set up.
The sound of the preparations, after I had the Church last night, gave me extra motivation. Small groups of people had camped out side the church's doors, just to get good seats for this wedding.
I got up and put my hair up in a bun, short strands sticking out messily from the top. It was slowly fading in to the old color that I had once liked. I was beginning to look like myself again, and it felt good.
I fingered the dress that was on the chair. So soft and smooth, it had to be silk. Red ribbons wrapped around the waist, and trailed to the bottom. Matching shoes, the tips glass.
I jumped and spun around when a board creaked behind me.
It was only Ariana. "Wedding jitters?" She gave me a half smile. I gave out a laugh that only made the tension worse.
She sighed, "I had hoped that I wouldn't have to tell you this." She paused, and fingered the rough edges of.
"I should begin with the end of the story." I nodded, silently, absorbing every word.
"Rosemary had never died. It was all a lie that had been made up when the men came for her. She cut her hair, and wore the baggy clothing that women would never wear. She became accustomed to her new life, and never forgot, but abandoned her old one. She became Rose, a simple girl, with out a past. Darec and Rose soon married, and Rose became pregnant.
But the curse that had been cast on Rose never died. It lived on, waiting for the right moment, when it would cause the most damage. The magic being that had cast it, lay silent in her hut, watching. She loathed the girl. She had never been blessed with beauty, and envied all that received that gift. She longed only for evil, for the chance to destroy all that weren't like her. She had created a stone over the years that held the souls of all the unfortunate who came to pass her. All she needed was beauty, and she could control all the lands. She had to do was find someone with pure, rare beauty, on the inside and out. Rose had all of those qualities, now all the old hag had to do was wait until Rose was old enough, and lead her to her death."
She sighed again, and plopped down on the bed. She fiddled with the edge of the sheet for a second, then looked up so that her eyes matched mine. "More?" I nodded slowly, lost in my thoughts.
"Time goes on, as it always does, and Rose's tummy began to swell. The days went on, and she was close to birth.
But the hag would never let that happen, she didn't want another child that was a pure and beautiful as her mother. But she needed a full moon, and it would be to late by then, her jealousy had caused her to wait till the last minute.
But she could do more than just steal souls. She could call them to her.
And so she called Rose's. And the girl came, in the middle of the night, tired and confused. It was three days from when the moon would be full, but the baby would be born before that.
The hag knew just what to do. Envy, rage, hate controlled her mind, she no longer cared about the stone, no longer cared about ruling the land. All that mattered is that Rose's happiness would be destroyed, her bitter life would be avenged. She picked up the knife in the corner, waving it mockingly, while coming towards Rose. She moved slowly, enjoying the fear and the screams.
Rose's screams carried with the wind. Darec awoke, and in not seeing the sleeping body of his wife next to him, panicked. After searching the camp and not finding her, he and his men went towards the sound of the screams, hoping they were not to late."
Ariana's hands tightened around each other and then loosened, her eyes were half closed, and she seemed deep in thought. After a deep breath she started again.
"They were. The screaming stopped as soon as the deed was done. The hag, in her train of thought, left the stone, glowing, on the table. Darec and his men burst through the door, just in time for him to hold his dying wife in his arms. She died happy and content, filled with love.
It was after she breathed her last breath, that he stared at her stomach numbly, realizing that she was too thin to have a child in her. He stared around the room, as if expecting the child to be there. But there was no child, only a stone, placed gently on the table behind him.
Meanwhile, the hags envy had worn off, and she felt sorrow and pity for the child. Instead of leaving the little girl to die in the woods, she left her bundled in front of the closest house.
In the morning, a family woke up to the screaming cries of a baby. They raised her as their own, spoiling her with love and gratitude, hoping that no one would ever come for her.
No one did. After Rose's funeral Darec gave up on life. He no longer wanted the daughter that he had so much before. He buried the stone with her grave, after the fairies made it powerless.
And time moved on, lives fade, and grow. The little girl grew up, married, and had a daughter of her own."
"So, what does this have to do with me?"
"The stone was found, and it now has its power back. The fact is... it's that you are related to the little girl, Ella."
I arched my eyebrows, she had caught me by surprise. "Really?"
"Ella, she is......"
Ariana drifted off for a minute, and I was worried about what she might say.
"Well?" I said growing impatient
"The little girl, she is, was, your mother."
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