Now here's something I haven't done yet: an extra chapter! I'm only doing this because- to be perfectly honest- I'm at a loss as to what to write in the next chapter. Not to worry, though; I've been reading plenty of books in my collection that I have often found inspiring, and I'm sure something will come to me soon! In the meantime, I figured I ought to give you some insight into another character's story in this fanfic: DERYN! So I took the prologue from the book she's in and made it into this chapter. I hope you enjoy it, for better or worse!
~Crimrose
Requiem For A Caged Bird
The Tale Of Deryn Sivas
I never believed in fairy tales.
To me, they had always just been flotsam that was meant to clog up the imagination and give children delusions about the way the world really was. I still believe that. Not to mention that most were illogical and just idiotic. A witch waiting for two German children to enter her candy house so she could eat them? A slave girl going to the ball thanks to a fairy godmother and winning the prince's heart? A prince with a magic spell on him that made him a beast until he fell in love and was loved in return? Things like that didn't happen in real life. And the fact that they all received a happily ever after was what ticked me off the most.
But the fairy tale that always seemed to make me want to tear the book apart was Rapunzel.
Maybe it was because I felt similar to her. In a way, I was trapped in a tower of my own with no one to really rely on or trust. Not to mention that my hair was remarkably similar, golden and wavy to the point of curls. But the fact that she settled with waiting in that tower her whole life, waiting to be saved was what really set me off. Wouldn't death be better than waiting for a dream that could never come true? She could've just thrown herself from the tower and ended all of her suffering that easily. That seemed like the better option to me.
Then again, Rapunzel found out that it was worth the wait, since she met her prince charming and was heroically saved by him. Things like that didn't really happen. I'd always be a bird in a cage, and I was preparing to end everything instead of waiting for something ridiculous and materialistic like love. Emotions and dreams were useless. I'd been taught that at an early age, and I would never forget it. I saw how often people got hurt by being dedicated to a dream or a person. I knew it wasn't worth it.
That's right. Death was better than being locked in a cage for your entire life. I had begun to think that way as I got older and older, becoming more aware of my surroundings and the number of times I went to bed aching and bruising from a beating. I never consciously wished for it. It was a secret hidden in the depths of my frozen heart, something that couldn't be unearthed even with the most powerful catalyst. Besides, I had gotten made fun of my entire life for being like a statue, unresponsive, uncaring, the same expression. My hair was also mocked, tugged, and teased, just because it was longer than most people's and its colour was like solidified sunlight stuck to my head.
But I never would've even dreamed of my hair grabbing the attention of something unknown to me.
And effectively killing me in the end.
Aaaaaand that's it for now! This probably gave people a lot more insight on why Deryn is the way she is, and as to what her role will be in this story. I'm hoping that you liked it, despite the short length, and please wait eagerly for the next REAL chapter! SEE YOU SOON!