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Visit From The Future
Chapter One
Disappearance
My morning started off horribly. I woke late and subsequently was late for breakfast. Everyone was miffed at my appearance. I hadn't let the maid fix my hair, for their wasn't any time to do so and my tutor had come to my room to inform me of an exam I had to take tomorrow, one I was barely prepared for. My father glowered at me and my mother had the ever present expression of holier than thou plastered to her face. Murtagh was there also but he spared me no glance. I ate my food silently and quickly hoping to get out of my parents' eyes.
"Estarael, it has come to my observation that you were...duelling yesterday?" Oh so that was what the deadly silence was about. I raised my brows.
"Gawaine, it was my idea," Murtgah spoke up. God, I couldn't believe he was older than my father.
"Murtagh, it is not customary for princesses to practice such...behaviour."
"She is to become queen, what if she needs to defend herself?"
"That is why she has guards and magicians with her at all times."
"And what if they are all killed and she has to escape?"
"That is why she has you, Murtagh maybe we can discuss more important matters. Estarael, leave," My father was so pigheaded and felt that females were of lower class than males. told you I hated this royalty thing. I got up and left ignoring Murtagh's gaze. My rage built a steady drum in my heart. I wanted to rip all of my hair out.
Icefire I hate my father.
You always say that, and then you change your mind after.
When I cool down, as of now, I hate him.
Let's go for a ride.
Wait, let me just get a band for my hair in my room, meet me on the terrace.
As always.
I walked toward my room paying no attention to the maid leaving and walk in. I grabbed the band on my bed and headed to the terrace.
It was around midday that I returned to the castle. I think I should go and start my studying.
Which you should have been doing since this morning.
Sorry, you are a bad influence.
Go, you need to do well.
Icefire?
Hmm?
Sometimes I wish I was in a different place. Everything here is so routine. I want adventure.
Go read one of your fantasy novels then, oh better yet, your history text. I glared at him.
I'm going to my room.
"Estarael!" I turned to see Murtagh walking up behind me. He rubbed Icefire on his nose and then came up to me. "Where were you this morning?"
"I went for a flight."
"Oh. What are you going to do now?" I cocked my head. Where was this going?
"I'm going to go study for an exam I am barely prepared for, damned history."
"History? I could help you with that, I have in fact been through it all."
"But you have no patience, and I'm afraid you'll eat me when you lose your patience."
"Come on."
"No, no, no, no no!" Murtagh shouted. "This is all wrong! Who wrote this bloody book?"
"Mmm..." I hummed trying to scoot away.
"The castle was here not there and Eragon wasn't so bloody powerful," he growled.
"I'm hungry. We should head back to the castle now."
"Yes, let's."
I returned to my room with yet another smile on my face. That man was thoroughly amusing, though I'm sure he wouldn't like to hear that.
"I think I'm gonna paint."
I grabbed my brushes and set up my canvas. A few brushstrokes on the canvas made me feel alive. Before I knew it I was painting the face of a man. I groaned and put down my brush. Was he always on my mind?
I scrunched my face. I dipped my finger in the paint and frowned. Something wasn't right. I had the feeling of being watched.
Call it rebellion or stupidity but I stuck my tongue out and tasted the paint. Tasted normal...
Suddenly I felt dizzy. My first thought was that I shouldn't have tasted the paint again then I tried to call Icefire, but blackness erupted.
I opened my eyes after a while and found myself very far from home...
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