Chapter 1: The Pink Maiden

A beautiful and fair young woman stood on a grassy hill. Blossom was several yards away from the cottage, but close enough that Sedusa could see her if she looked out of the kitchen window. Blossom was wearing a pink and white evening gown that hugged her figure nicely and flowed from her waist down to her ankles. She rarely ever wore shoes since she wasn't allowed to go into town but when she did, they were light pink flat shoes that resembled dancing slippers. She had decided to let her hair grow out and the long orange locks now are bout 6 feet in length, which is about a foot longer then she is tall. She usually wears her flowing hair in a single long braid that she twists around the scalp of her head held in by bobby pins. (think of Princess Lea's hair in the braid at the end of A New Hope, to all those Star Wars fans lol)

Blossom had her eyes closed and she breathed peacefully as the wind blowed gently. The sun was trying to peak out from behind grey clouds that were threatening rain. The green grass tickled her ankles and feet. She pressed her elbow up against her hip and held her forearm out with her palm facing up towards the sky. She concentrated on the area above her palm and a block of ice the size of a tennis ball formed. She thought a command and the ice block zoomed forward, crashing into the base of the rocky cliffs that surrounded the perimeter. The ice smashed into thousands of ice splinters.

Blossom smiled in satisfaction. The act of simply forming a ball of ice the size of a glof ball had once tired her. Sedusa however had pushed her hard, making her train until her body was so frail that she needed to rest or else she could have gotten sick. Blossom had done her exercises for hours on end and Sedusa had pushed her too her limits. Ever since the night of her 7th birthday 9 years ago when Sedusa had scolded her about not being allowed to see another human being, Blossom had begun to suspect that Sedusa was not really her mother. After all, no parent was that protective. Children need to grow up themselves. Besides, Blossom didn't even remotely resemble Sedusa in any way.

Blossom had soft orange hair and bright pink eyes, where as Sedusa had black stringy hair and dark unforgiving green eyes. Well, it was suggested that her eyes were an unnatural color because she was a Splitzer, but there was something else. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she could tell that there was something about her eyes that Sedusa didn't want her to know about.

Sedusa not only trained Blossom until she was too weak to move, but also had given her all the chores of the home. Since age 9, Seduse had declared that Blossom was a lazy child that did nothing all day and that she should keep busy by cleaning the home. But in reality, Blossom was doing exercises to strengthen her Ice abilities. Sedusa had set a time limit. Dusk. If the chores were not finished by dusk, unspeakable punishments would be waiting. Washing the dishes, washing the clothes, sweeping the floor, collecting firewood, cleaning the windows, cooking on occasions, and making the beds along with her daily exercises. All by dusk.

Ever since that comment 9 years ago, Sedusa revoked many privledges of childhood from Blossom. She wasn't allowed to play in the pool beside their home. She wasn't allowed to build sand castles in the dirt or make mud pies in the mud. She wasn't allowed to chase the butterflies or speak of the dreams that she had. She wasn't allowed to play pretend. She wasn't allowed to roll in the grass or play in the snow when it was winter. She wasn't allowed to pick the pink, blue, and green roses that grew towards the back of the enclosed landscape, behind a hill. Actually, Blossom was never allowed to pick those flowers and bring them inside. They disgusted Sedusa for whatever reason. Blossom, however, felt connected to each rose, that had it's unique color. So she had secretly picked them and kept them up in her tower room, since Sedusa hardly ever went up there to visit her.

The one thing that Sedusa had done that really had driven Blossom to her breaking point, was making her move into the tower in the back of the cabin. Ever since her comment about meeting other Splitzer kids, Sedusa had practically locked her up in the tower's single room at the top every time she left to go into town. Thats not even an exaggeration. Sedusa did lock Blossom up in that tower every time she left the cottage.

One night when Blossom was 10, she finally concluded that Sedusa was in fact not her birth mother although she couldn't peace together how she fell into the care of this devilish woman. All she knew from that point on was that the woman she called mother, would no longer be her mother. An actual caring mother wouldn't lock her daughter off from the outside world and turn her into a personal slave. It wasn't, however, until Blossom had turned 12 did she stop calling Sedusa mother and began referring to her as Sedusa. At first, Sedusa had been shocked and angrey, but after Blossom had refused to stop calling her that, she had finally let it go.

Blossom did have a small amount of thanks towards Sedusa, for without her, Blossom might not have ever found her second power. About 2 years ago, it had been a warm September day, and Blossom had come down with a fever from over exertion. She had been sent up to her prison of a room to recooperate and was expected to be ready to train again the following day. She had changed into her powder pink night gown and crawled into bed. She formed a block of ice and wrapped it into a cloth and placed it on her forehead to take the fever down. She hummed a few random words that had mysteriously came to mind and the fever instantly vanished. She sat up and gasped in surprise but none of the fever's symptoms had remained.

Blossom directed her attention to an infected scrape on her right knee from sword practice. Quietly, she hummed the same phrase that she had mumbled a few moments earlier. Once again, the wound instantly disappeared leaving healthy skin as if nothing was there to begin with. Blossom smiled. "I have healing powers! I have healing powers!" she had whispered gleefully to herself.

Blossom didn't tell Sedusa her new found power that day even though she was specifically told to notify her when Blossom discovered her new power. Nor had Blossom even thought about telling Sedusa this important information ever since. She would only be used even more. Blossom had promised herself that evening that if the chance arose to escape, she would take it and get as much distance between herself and the abusive woman. All these years the pink maiden kept these emotions bottled up inside, being to afraid to risk the chance of a rampage of outrage by Sedusa.

"Blossom!," Sedusa called from the kitchen window. "Come inside! You'll catch your death sitting in the rain!"

Blossom hadn't noticed but she had sat down in the grass. Rain drops were falling gently but steadily all around. She looked up into the rain and smiled. Oh how she loved rainstorms!

Sedusa scolded her. "Blossom, get in here this instant! Dinner is just about ready and I don't want you getting sick!"

Blossom reluctantly stood up with her back to Sedusa so she wasn't able to her mocking her. "Coming Sedusa. Whats for dinner tonight? Ham and beans? Again?" Blossom stomped into the cabin, then grabbed a brownish fleece blanket to wrap herself in. She took a seat at one of the dining chairs that was infront of the fire so she could warm up.

Sedusa waved the thought away as she strode out of the kitchen into the combined living room/dining room with a black pot. "No. Its chicken soup. And eat up now, because you'll need to go up to you room early tonight because Im going into town." She served Blossom a bowl of soup before serving herself and sitting down at the table as well.

Blossom nodded to act surprised by Sedusa's choice but really wasn't. Sedusa seemed to always take off on rainy or gloomy days. And when she wasn't able to, she often averted her eyes from Blossom, as if disgusted by her presence. Blossom glanced over to a beat up sofa that was brought in a few years ago. A royal purple evening dress was layed out nicely. Wonder what Sedusa's plan is for tonight. Hooking up with a duke or lord? Man, I hate that bitch.

Blossom hurriedly finished her dinner and took off to her tower. She quickly scampered up the several flights of stairs. She didn't care if Sedusa protested against her hasy retreat to her room, although she already knew that Sedusa didn't give a crap about her. All Sedusa cared about was her Ice abilities and other 'potential' powers, along with having a personal slave.

She plopped down onto her bed that had pink sheets and blankets that had purple hearts scattered over it. Her room was the size of the living room, and kitchen from the cabin put together so she had plenty of room to practice sword fighting and archery. She had constructed a bow and quiver of arrows about 7 years ago and began practicing diligently when time was found. She found that archery was much easier then sword play and often procrastinated training in combat such as swords. Her room had pink walls with blue and green flowers that she had drawn for decoration. The cieling was very high and raised from the floor about 25 feet. One window was constructed in the side wall of room that had wooden shudders. Blossom often wondered who the hell in their right mind would build a tower in the middle of no where? It was a mystery that will be forever left unsolved.

Blossom changed into a white, sleeveless nightgown, then began unweaving the braid that was wrapped around her head. She undid the braid and began brushing her hair. She heard soft whinnies. She skipped over to the window just in time to see Sedusa's cape disappearing into the cave, with Jennings. He was such an old horse! Blossom walked back over her vanity mirror and continued brushing her orange mane. She felt her eyes droop so she decided to rest before she started her night routine of firing arrows and other drills to perfect her Healing abilities. Blossom fell face first into the softness of the baby goose downfeather pillow and instantly fell asleep.

(11:23PM)

About an hour later, Blossom's eyes fluttered open. She heard the shuffeling of clumsy feet moving around on the ground below the tower and quiet voices were exchanging words. Blossom crawled out of bed and squirmed over to the window as quietly as she could. She was still half asleep, therefore she was stumbling around clumsily. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes so she could get a clear view of what she was up against.

She had always dreamed of being rescued by complete strangers that had happened to find her, but now that it could possibly happen, she felt a little nervous. What if Sedusa was being truthful? What if all she really did want to do was to ensure her safety. Nah, Sedusa was a nasty woman. Blossom peaked out the window. She saw 3 shadowy figures standing at the edge of the cave entrance. Quietly she waited for the first mystery person to step into the moonlight...

Well, chapter 1...DONE! FINISHED!

credit for inspiration goes to the movie Tangled and the book Graceling and any other book or movie that has an evil wizard in it XD

(namely the Beyonders, i seriously encourage you to read it, it is the most amazing book series ever)

Yes, the green cloaked woman was Sedusa! But who can guess who the 3 shadowey figures are? Although it is pretty darn obvious ROFL

this chapter was more of another introductory but the action is coming, the story will get better! I promise! So please review and give me

your input! Ciao for now

-PinkfanGurl