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Chapter 1
A bright yellow sun was shining high in the sky, looking down upon the calm meadows and steady flowing creeks that etched their way through the unhampered earth. A slight cool breeze was blowing through the grass, it was a prefect lazy afternoon for all to enjoy.
That is, all those who weren’t confide to the celestial white marble castle that looked over the peaceful, prefect valley, and sadly for one poor soul this was true. All those who looked up at the towers of the marble castle might be able to spot her too, if any of them actually cared to look. Her long black hair hung down past her shoulders in nice neat curls, her face as pale and as beautiful as the moon in the winter time and her sad eyes were as red as the rubies that were placed perfectly around her fair neck. She also had translucent red butterfly looking wings that were folded in depression. This was Duvessa Nightstone, a young faerie girl in training to be the Faerie Queen’s lady-in-waiting once she came of age.
Duvessa fiddled at the gold stitching on her black velvet dress while half listening to the droning on of her mother, Lady Liadan, who was a tall faerie with long flowing black hair and a soft young face. She had black butterfly wings and eyes as red as her daughter’s. Those who did not know would think the Lady and her daughter were actually sisters.
“Duvessa, are you even listening to me?” Lady Liadan asked quietly and politely.
“Yes Mother, and I promise I won’t sneak into the armoury anymore and practise with the weapons,” Duvessa replied in a monotone voice, as if she had said it many times before.
“That’s not good enough Duvessa,” Lady Liadan calmly said, “ You promise every time and every time you break your promise. You are to be one of Queen Saorla’s ladies-in-waiting in a few year’s time and-”
“- Ladies-in-waiting do not use swordplay or any other forms of fighting. It’s not Lady-like,” Duvessa finished the speech, which she had heard time and time again since the age of five, “But Mother I like learning how to fight! It’s way more exciting then tending to the Queen and proper manners and everything to do with high society. I want to be a fighter, or even a common faerie!”
Duvessa crossed her arms in a immature manner. Lady Liadan just sighed. She didn’t know how to get through to her hard-headed daughter at all. She knew this was Duvessa’s father coming out in her. He wasn’t one for high society either, but with him it was a charm, with her young daughter it was a habit needed breaking.
“Duvessa, you are a Royal faerie through and through. There is nothing you can do about it,” Lady Liadan told her daughter.
“No I’m not, I know Father was a Common Faerie, which means I can choose to be whatever I want,” Duvessa stood up, “ and I choose not to be a Lady faerie!”
Duvessa stormed past her mother and out of the room. She ran down the stairs and into the great hall of the castle. From there she ran past the servant pixies and faeries and out into the wide-open meadow that seemed to go on forever.
Lady Liadan looked out as her daughter ran through the field and a tear ran down her fair cheek. She knew her daughter wanted another life from the castle, but she was bound to try and bring Duvessa up as a Lady. Sad realisation streamed through Lady Liadan as her daughter started to become a tiny speck in the distance. Duvessa was never to be a Lady, and nothing could change that.
 Amikwa · Mon Aug 06, 2007 @ 08:29pm · 0 Comments |
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