Chapter 1: Остаться в живых in my own world of thought, a common occurrence, the rain left me like always. I remained standing moving with breeze, as the rain receded leaving me pondering my thoughts. I smiled to myself. Ilias, my name was derived from his. I was born in a great time of sorrow, called Ravasn; for that was the name of death, which there was much of nearly 15 years назад on the день of my beginning. A massive drought had plagued Phim for 7 years for the rain spirit was greatly wounded by the indecency of my people. They had Остаться в живых his trust and his respect, and I was the solution. My mother had been with child for 8 months when my father had an “ingenious” plan. He would name me Ilia after the great rain spirit as a token of gratitude for the numerous years of blessing he had bestowed upon my grandfather’s rule and my father’s childhood. The rain was pleased with this and again the rolling hills were filled with the sage we loved. Ravasn had ceased, and Phim became prosperous once more. I again felt my сердце racing and knew that I was alone.
“Good bye rain, I Любовь you.” I said, never would I use the name дана to the spirit by the Old Ones. I turned at that and glanced into the sky where I could see the sun, a great fire, gleaming above me. “Damn it!” I exclaimed, I had stood there much too long and Вопросы indeed would be arising at the manor. Racing home, my feet traveling over the worn familiar path, I listened to the thud of my soles touching the ground bouncing over obstacles where ever the lay. I often listened to my feet, ever since I was little I tried to mimic the effortless rhythm of the rain. But I was only human, and perfection was only the land that I would soon have to leave.
I saw the manor rising upon the hill, already bustling in the warm sunlight. Crap! I thought, I’m NEVER this late?! How peculiar. I skidded into the kitchen, my slit whirling around my ankles, frantically arranging my hair. “Ilia? Darling? Is that you?” I could hear my mother dashing from the таблица and coming to me. “Where have Ты been!?” she screeched at the very sight of me. I must have been a sight too, because it’s been quite a while since my mother’s large blue eyes had been as large as a cow’s.
“Well?!” She demanded again, color rising in her face. “Nevermind! I don’t want to know! Just get to your room now! We have guests!” Her eyebrows rose with the pitch of her voice. “Yes mother.” I сказал(-а) before I could be yelled at anymore. I lapsed into the timid little girl I was raised to be, an actress I was indeed. Oh how I let my mind wander so often. I’m a thinker, it’s what I like to do. Everything has some underlying meaning that I must discover! I carried my feet upstairs, one tiny little footstep at a time. The stairs were dark wood with out a name, while the walls were stone, graying and cracking beneath the stress this household has put upon it. I laughed to myself. What a burden it must to be to be the manor of the Lord and Lady of Phim.
I opened my door, the same dark wood from the stairs, but instead polished and carved in the front an artist’s depiction of my spirit friend. How little the world knows of their Избранное spirit. Well, besides the spirit of greed, which resided deep within my father. I enter my room, draped across my four post постель, кровати was a dress I had not seen in a very long while. Ankle length and ivory, yellow wild Цветы and baby’s breath embroidered on the bust, weaving in and out of each other, entwined with blue accents. But something other than the beauty of the fabric grasped my attention. Ruffles. Around the hem of the dress, around the collar, around the arms. Nasty, awful, itchy lace. This visitor had damn better be important for my mother to do this to this dress! I put it on, displeasure filling inside of me. I brushed my hair through and pinned some of it back with a blue pin. I glanced into the mirror, and rearranged the look on my face. Slipped on some heely slippers and tried my best to walk down the stairs gracefully.
I entered the dining quarters, and my mother gasped and nearly fell out of her chair. “I just knew it!” she exclaimed, “I just knew the шнурок, кружева was a fabulous idea! Well don’t Ты just look beautiful darling! Doesn’t she Sir?” I smirked, Sir, my father was an жопа, попка indeed. I replied with as much graciousness as I could muster, “Thank Ты mother.” I widened my eyes taking in every ounce of the room as well as flashing my innocent peridot green eyes which were framed with the lustrous dark lashes ‘Sir’ adored. I nearly toppled over with humiliation when at last my eyes had mercifully fallen upon him. Arik, only the most coveted man in the entire Realm had come to be our beloved guest. My thoughts of the rain and the itchy шнурок, кружева were swept away when his mouth spread into a smile that could only stop my heart.
“Hello Ilia,” he greeted, his words coming forth gushing with adoration I could only dream about, low and liquid, like warm honey dripping from his perfect lips. “Hello Arik,” I replied, feeling the heat rise into my face sending my whole body into shock. I smiled weakly, not even comparable to his dazzling one. I took a step вперед shaking with Хор from head to toe. Then my steps turned to skips, and then leaps toward my сиденье, место, сиденья placed directly in front of his. No matter how I got there I was suddenly in my сиденье, место, сиденья breathless, but I think that was still the aftermath of his greeting. He smiled again at me across the table, for what seemed like sacred hours but the clock would only count as seconds. I could only blush, and bat my eyelashes trying to hold in my longing to stare at him for hours no matter what any clock would read. Elsa came rushing in from the kitchen, salt pork on one plate, eggs on another and a pitcher of гранатовый, гранат сок infused with sage. Father talked business with Arik while my mother and I tended to complete attention to our god like guest.
Still I was baffled with his infatuation with me. Curse this lace. I laughed at my own private joke, looking down at the silver fork we hardly used, dancing in between my fingers. I only looked up because the room had fallen silent, which was a feat I had not thought ‘Sir’ had accomplished. As my head rose I realized that all eyes were upon my green ones. “Ilia, your laughter is beautiful.” Arik complimented, broadly smiling at me. “Yes,” I could hear my father repressing sneers, “what could ever be so funny?” On the spot my сердце quickened, racing to find words that could express the reason for my laughter. “I uh, well,” I stuttered. “Nevermind,” my father сказал(-а) disapprovingly. Though Arik’s eyes did not waver from my own, like he was trying to look deep inside of me and find where the laugh had come from.
My mother who knew me so well, jumped to her feet an beckoned at me silently to go. Of course she knew I was under a spell that would not let me speak lest it be a squeal of utter delight. Grasping at the rope she had thrown me I danced out of the room my hem swirling above the wood sending dust flying in every direction, making beautiful patterns in the sunlight which streamed from through the windows. As soon as we were clear from being heard I exploded in a babble of excitement unable to suppress my thoughts any longer. “Oh please, oh please, oh please let it be him!” I squealed. My mother only took me into her arms and held me close. I felt her сердце pleading for me not to leave. My father was a dreadful Lord, and an even worse husband.
“It IS him,” I breathed. My сердце exclaiming at the prospect of freedom, love, and discovery. “Yes,” she said, “Now let’s get Ты all gussied up, I suppose he’ll be asking for your hand some time while he’s here.” Her eyes were brimming with tears, ocean’s of hope pooling within. My сердце sung out to the rain as it began to fall.
I know I made a couple mistakes on my last entry. I meant to for it to be the Preface not the Epilogue. I guess I got a lil confused. Please keep commenting and criticising. It's extremely helpful. Thanks.
~Kay
“Good bye rain, I Любовь you.” I said, never would I use the name дана to the spirit by the Old Ones. I turned at that and glanced into the sky where I could see the sun, a great fire, gleaming above me. “Damn it!” I exclaimed, I had stood there much too long and Вопросы indeed would be arising at the manor. Racing home, my feet traveling over the worn familiar path, I listened to the thud of my soles touching the ground bouncing over obstacles where ever the lay. I often listened to my feet, ever since I was little I tried to mimic the effortless rhythm of the rain. But I was only human, and perfection was only the land that I would soon have to leave.
I saw the manor rising upon the hill, already bustling in the warm sunlight. Crap! I thought, I’m NEVER this late?! How peculiar. I skidded into the kitchen, my slit whirling around my ankles, frantically arranging my hair. “Ilia? Darling? Is that you?” I could hear my mother dashing from the таблица and coming to me. “Where have Ты been!?” she screeched at the very sight of me. I must have been a sight too, because it’s been quite a while since my mother’s large blue eyes had been as large as a cow’s.
“Well?!” She demanded again, color rising in her face. “Nevermind! I don’t want to know! Just get to your room now! We have guests!” Her eyebrows rose with the pitch of her voice. “Yes mother.” I сказал(-а) before I could be yelled at anymore. I lapsed into the timid little girl I was raised to be, an actress I was indeed. Oh how I let my mind wander so often. I’m a thinker, it’s what I like to do. Everything has some underlying meaning that I must discover! I carried my feet upstairs, one tiny little footstep at a time. The stairs were dark wood with out a name, while the walls were stone, graying and cracking beneath the stress this household has put upon it. I laughed to myself. What a burden it must to be to be the manor of the Lord and Lady of Phim.
I opened my door, the same dark wood from the stairs, but instead polished and carved in the front an artist’s depiction of my spirit friend. How little the world knows of their Избранное spirit. Well, besides the spirit of greed, which resided deep within my father. I enter my room, draped across my four post постель, кровати was a dress I had not seen in a very long while. Ankle length and ivory, yellow wild Цветы and baby’s breath embroidered on the bust, weaving in and out of each other, entwined with blue accents. But something other than the beauty of the fabric grasped my attention. Ruffles. Around the hem of the dress, around the collar, around the arms. Nasty, awful, itchy lace. This visitor had damn better be important for my mother to do this to this dress! I put it on, displeasure filling inside of me. I brushed my hair through and pinned some of it back with a blue pin. I glanced into the mirror, and rearranged the look on my face. Slipped on some heely slippers and tried my best to walk down the stairs gracefully.
I entered the dining quarters, and my mother gasped and nearly fell out of her chair. “I just knew it!” she exclaimed, “I just knew the шнурок, кружева was a fabulous idea! Well don’t Ты just look beautiful darling! Doesn’t she Sir?” I smirked, Sir, my father was an жопа, попка indeed. I replied with as much graciousness as I could muster, “Thank Ты mother.” I widened my eyes taking in every ounce of the room as well as flashing my innocent peridot green eyes which were framed with the lustrous dark lashes ‘Sir’ adored. I nearly toppled over with humiliation when at last my eyes had mercifully fallen upon him. Arik, only the most coveted man in the entire Realm had come to be our beloved guest. My thoughts of the rain and the itchy шнурок, кружева were swept away when his mouth spread into a smile that could only stop my heart.
“Hello Ilia,” he greeted, his words coming forth gushing with adoration I could only dream about, low and liquid, like warm honey dripping from his perfect lips. “Hello Arik,” I replied, feeling the heat rise into my face sending my whole body into shock. I smiled weakly, not even comparable to his dazzling one. I took a step вперед shaking with Хор from head to toe. Then my steps turned to skips, and then leaps toward my сиденье, место, сиденья placed directly in front of his. No matter how I got there I was suddenly in my сиденье, место, сиденья breathless, but I think that was still the aftermath of his greeting. He smiled again at me across the table, for what seemed like sacred hours but the clock would only count as seconds. I could only blush, and bat my eyelashes trying to hold in my longing to stare at him for hours no matter what any clock would read. Elsa came rushing in from the kitchen, salt pork on one plate, eggs on another and a pitcher of гранатовый, гранат сок infused with sage. Father talked business with Arik while my mother and I tended to complete attention to our god like guest.
Still I was baffled with his infatuation with me. Curse this lace. I laughed at my own private joke, looking down at the silver fork we hardly used, dancing in between my fingers. I only looked up because the room had fallen silent, which was a feat I had not thought ‘Sir’ had accomplished. As my head rose I realized that all eyes were upon my green ones. “Ilia, your laughter is beautiful.” Arik complimented, broadly smiling at me. “Yes,” I could hear my father repressing sneers, “what could ever be so funny?” On the spot my сердце quickened, racing to find words that could express the reason for my laughter. “I uh, well,” I stuttered. “Nevermind,” my father сказал(-а) disapprovingly. Though Arik’s eyes did not waver from my own, like he was trying to look deep inside of me and find where the laugh had come from.
My mother who knew me so well, jumped to her feet an beckoned at me silently to go. Of course she knew I was under a spell that would not let me speak lest it be a squeal of utter delight. Grasping at the rope she had thrown me I danced out of the room my hem swirling above the wood sending dust flying in every direction, making beautiful patterns in the sunlight which streamed from through the windows. As soon as we were clear from being heard I exploded in a babble of excitement unable to suppress my thoughts any longer. “Oh please, oh please, oh please let it be him!” I squealed. My mother only took me into her arms and held me close. I felt her сердце pleading for me not to leave. My father was a dreadful Lord, and an even worse husband.
“It IS him,” I breathed. My сердце exclaiming at the prospect of freedom, love, and discovery. “Yes,” she said, “Now let’s get Ты all gussied up, I suppose he’ll be asking for your hand some time while he’s here.” Her eyes were brimming with tears, ocean’s of hope pooling within. My сердце sung out to the rain as it began to fall.
I know I made a couple mistakes on my last entry. I meant to for it to be the Preface not the Epilogue. I guess I got a lil confused. Please keep commenting and criticising. It's extremely helpful. Thanks.
~Kay
Ты seek for spark of hope.
Your life held by
darkness thoughts,
anchor is
some place else.
Bad luck follows Ты
like a hook,
won't let Ты go,
won't leave Ты alone.
Ты smile today,
and cry whole eternity,
like that's your fate,
disturbing thoughts
to lie inside of you,
to take away everything
that Ты hope for.
Devil is calling your name,
leaves Ты not,
Ты don't see the Энджел on
your shoulder,
trying to give Ты a strength.
Ты long for life
that Ты don't know of,
Ты seek for peace,
trying to get away
from misty forest
that stains your heart
into black.