hello
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flamingwolf Newbie*hugs* its okay Ann and i was surprised when you stood infront me when he game
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*Hugs back*
Yeah, I'm not going to let some jackass mess with my friend. -
flamingwolf Newbie*smiles and nods*
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and if he ever comes around again, I will shoot him in the face, promise.
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flamingwolf NewbiePromise *smiles*
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as long as I'm online and not dying in the hosital or something XD
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flamingwolf Newbie*falls over laughing at Ann Post*XD
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wait what did I say?
0.o
DID I f--- UP A POST REALLY BAD? CAUSE IF I DID I'M TOO RETARDED TO SEE IT. -
flamingwolf NewbieThe Post:as long as i'm not dying in a hostital or something just Made me think of something radom
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Ok, sorry I was doing something else. who's you know who? and sure, I'll read your chapter...anything's good right now...
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oh wow, I didn't think you'd actually wanna read it XD
okay, i'm copying and pasting this off of microsoft word so if the format is messed up, that's why.
you know who is just a jackass that shouldn't be worried about for a while
Oh and it's from a girls point of view but oh well. :P
Morning light shines on my face. I feel its warmth all over my body, making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside as if I was really outside, basking in the sun. I slowly open up my eyes and the sun over whelms my vision, making it towards where I cant see. I quickly close my eyes and sit up so the sun isnt shining on my face anymore and I look around my room, though I see spots because of the sunlight. I feel a weight on my feet and I look down to see my cat. I scoff and I push the overly fat animal off of me and I flip the blanket off of me.
I stand up and stretch and look around my room. I guess most people would consider it huge, but to me its average, and much smaller than my parents thats for sure. The floor is made of a lush carpet, a dark flower blue. Its so soft; I remember that when I was really little I would just ignore my bed and sleep on the floor. Though, I stopped after my mother caught me doing it one day and told me it wasnt lady like to sleep on the floor. My walls are decorated with dark walls, and pictures of past kings and queens, and even pictures of the sea. My ceiling has a small chandelier thats made of gold and amethyst gems that sparkle much more when we have the chandelier lit up.
Along the walls of my room are endless amounts of book shelves, books of which Ive read and books of which I havent read. There are also a few chairs in here for reading, and there are also tables for writing on as well. I yawn as I turn towards my closet which has all of my dresses in it. I groggily walk over to the closet and open it up.
Rainbows of dresses are before me, and dresses made for different occasions too. Dresses for royal balls (though Ive only been to one, and that was to celebrate the fact that we won a war that I dont remember since I was only two) dresses for fancy dinners, and dresses for a day like this; doing nothing.
I laugh a little for no reason as I pull out an elegant light sky blue dress and I set it on my bed. I begin to take my night clothes off and I lay that across my bed as well for my maid Jenni to take care of later when she cleans my room for me. I begin to get dressed, having a little trouble with the dress as always. The corset is the hardest thing for me, sure its in front of me, unlike the ball gowns which have the corset in your back, but Ive always had trouble with it, and its always taken me at least ten minutes to get the blasted thing on right.
Finally I get it on right and I begin to put my shoes on. I have a pair of shoes to go with each dress, and this one is a light blue pair of flat shoes to go with my dress. When Im done dressing I walk over to my vanity and I sit down at the seat and look in the mirror. I pick up my brush and then I begin to comb my hair out, counting the strokes. I remember my mother telling me to brush my hair with one hundred strokes in the morning when I wake up, and another hundred before I got to sleep. Its supposed to make my hair look lovely or something.
I then begin to put my hair up in a braided bun. When I was younger my mother had Jenni to do it for me, but I told Jenni a lie and said that my mother gave me permission to do my own hair. I feel like Jenni works too hard sometimes which was the main reason that I lied to her. A few minutes later Im done with my hair. I stand up and I walk over to my full body mirror and look myself over.
My sandy blonde hair is up in a high and tight bun; my green eyes really show up a lot going against my light blue dress. My skin looks pale against the light blue dress; as if Im just a ghost or someones past memory, long forgotten, though I know that no one would forget me, no matter how hard they try.
I turn away from the mirror and jump a little when I hear a knock at the door. Its a small soft knock, a knock that Ive come to know quite well. I smile as I say, Enter. My maid, Jenni, walks into the room. Jenni isnt the most attractive girl, but she isnt the ugliest either. She has long black hair thats always kept down, but out of her face. She has dark brown eyes that sometimes look black if you see them in a certain light. Shes wearing her simple maids clothes and she smiles at me and I smile back.
Jenni dose a light bow and I nod my head at her. Good day malady, Jenni says in her small meek voice. Your parents are waiting for you in the dining hall for breakfast.
My smile widens a little and I nod yet again.
Thank you Jenni, I say softly and distantly, kind of like she did.
Jenni nods again and she leaves the room with a small bow and she shuts the door behind her. I sigh and I look around my room where I find my cat sitting in one of the chairs. He yawns and then he starts to lick his paw. I suppose I should head down to breakfast then, I say to him. He stops licking his paw and he looks up at me, his green eyes piercing into me with irritation. Fine then, remind me never to ask you a question ever again, I say while quickly walking to the door and walking into the hall way.
The hall way is almost abandoned. There are the casual maids and servants walking in the halls, getting from here to there greeting me and bowing a little as I walk by. The walls and floor in the hall way are mad of pure stone, covered with paintings of people, and of war a seen, and many other things. The floor has a red carpet, making a red stripe in the middle of the hall way for people to walk on. There are statues of great knights, and of old kings and queens. Its a long way to the Dining Hall, but Im so used to walking to it every single morning it doesnt seem to take that much time.
I finally make it to the grand doors that lead to the Dining hall. I slowly push on the doors and I walk into the Dining Hall where I find my father sitting at the head of the table. I smile as I sit down two chairs away from him on his left. Good morning father, I greet him. My father is yet again reading over papers, muttering words to himself as an empty plate sits in front of him. He looks up from his papers anyways and he manages a kind heartwarming smile. My fathers green eyes look into mine that kind of tired but happy glint in them.
I get my looks after my father. We both have the same green eyes and we both have the same sandy blonde hair, though my fathers is now full with more greys than blonde. He is built stronger and much broader than me by far though, and were both quite tall. My father has on mainly a dark royal blue color. The dark blue makes his eyes look a little duller than they really are, but as long as I know their true color, it doesnt matter. Good morning Clare, my father greets me back.
More papers I see, I state while looking around the table. I had just noticed the sent that fills my nose. It is quite a wonderful smell which smells of the best breakfast that you could be served. Pancakes, muffins, freshly made orange juice, syrup, must I really go on? Just imagine a huge table set out with anything breakfast related, and then just think of the smell that would fill the room and you have it.
My father chuckles a little and he sets down his paper. Being a king means reading a lot of papers, and working, he says with his smile. I smile back. Ive always liked my fathers smile, it makes me feel as if Im home, as if Im safe and I dont have to worry about anything.
I hear a light sigh echo across the room as I hear light footsteps become louder. I look up from gathering food on my plate and I see my mother come in. She floats gracefully across the room as if she was a swan crossing a lake. Her light brown hair is in a long braid going down her back. Her deep blue eyes blend in with her dark blue dre -
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My mother isnt that tall, in fact Im almost taller than her, but not quite. Her waist is quite skinny from pulling her corset really tight. Thats what most girls are doing now days; passing out from the lack of air theyre trying to make themselves look so skinny.
I on the other hand am told at least six times a day by her to pull it tighter.
My mother sits down on my fathers right and she begins to gather food on her plate as well, not bending over the table nearly as much as I do. She says that its not proper for ladies to do that. I think thats bloody idiotic.
I smile a little at my thoughts. I used to say bloody, ruddy, blasted, all those words all the time, until my mother finally beat me and set me to my room, telling me that it wasnt lady like to say that. I quickly make my smile fade and I begin to start eating, like a lady.
We begin to eat in silence, the only noise you can hear is my father turning his papers, and writing down on other papers every once in a while. My mother finally sighs again and she carefully sets her fork down, as if it was made of sand stone or something. I look up at her and she looks to the empty spot to my right. Where is your sister? she asks softly and kindly. For some reason I feel as if that softness and kindness is forced, and I tend to think that quite a bit. I just shrug.
Use your words, my mother orders.
I dont know, I answer, using the same fake kindness she used before.
My mother sighs and she turns her head to her right. Then, she uses her loud harsh voice and calls my maid Jenni. Then she changes her voice back to her fake kindness. Will you fetch my daughter? my mother asks.
Jenni bows and answers with, yes malady.
Now the Dining Hall is back to another awkward silence with the sounds of my father looking over his papers. Just silence. Nothing else and I only have my thoughts to comfort me. My wild imagination seems to take my mind over most of the times. I wish to see other lands, lands other than my own home, I want to go to the coast and see the ocean. That has been my main day dream. Wishing I could smell the air. In the books that I have ready theyve always said that the air tastes and smells salty, and that the waves crashing on the shore almost sounds like the fluttering of tree leaves in the forest.
I carefully set my fork down and I look back over to my father who is still reading over his papers. I clear my throat and say, what are you reading now father?
My fathers green eyes flicker up to me and he sighs setting that paper down and looking to a new paper. Sendel is having trouble in town, he answers in a deep voice. Theyre not sure what but they say that they will send us news when they find out. I sigh. Sendel is one of our neighboring lands. Weve never been in war with them before, and were all ways keeping contact with each other. Theyre always having trouble in their villages, I state.
Dont worry, dont worry, I hear my sisters rowdy voice say as she walks into the hall, talking wide steps and swaying too much for my mothers liking. My father looks up to my sister, but his words are for me. Yes they do, he answers quietly as my sister takes her spot to my right.
My mother looks at my sister with a disgusted look on her face at my sisters actions. Nice of you to join us, she says annoyed. My sister looks up from gathering food on her plate and she smiles at my mother. My sister doesnt look like any of us. She has red hair and a dullish brown set of eyes. Her skin is pale just like us, though I wouldnt call her pretty.
My sister nods. Nice to be here, she says while going back to eating. My mother scoffs as she goes back to eating.
This time there really isnt a silence. My sister tends to like to scrape her fork on her plate. Im eighteen and shes nineteen and I dont even do that. Shes supposed to be the mature one, but I think Im the mature one out of the both of us. Every time my sister does this my mother cringes. I think its kind of funny the way my mother dose this, and I try not to smile the best I can.
Finally after minuets of this my father creases his eyebrows in confusion as he reads over this one paper. Hmm, he says. My mother looks away from staring holes into my sister and looks towards my father. What is it dear? she asks kindly. My father hands the paper over to her and looks at her. My mother reads over the paper and her eyes go wide. What is it? my sister asks her mouth full of food.
It surprises me that my mother doesnt scold my sister as she talks with her mouth full of food. My mother hands the paper back to my father and she looks at us. Girls you are excused from the table, my mother says softly.
But we havent finished eating mum, my sister says, her mouth still full of food.
Now, my father says, much more sternly and forcefully than my mother did.
I jump a little at my fathers harsh words. He hardly ever uses his words that harshly, and the only times Ive ever heard him use that is when hes yelling at one of generals, and thank the Lord it isnt that often. I look over at my sister, throw worried glances at my parents, and then I slowly stand up from the table, leaving the Dining Hall.
Im walking in the hall ways alone yet again, heading to my room to get a cloak to head out side. I walk on the red carpet, my feet hardly making a sound, but thoughts take over everything that Im doing. My parents have never told us to leave the Dining Hall like that ever before, and their sternness and harshness make me worried about what theyve found out. Something bad undoubtable and I know that it will affect our kingdom greatly.
Then, images of war flash across my mind. Ive only seen the aftermath of it, but the aftermath was horrible enough. Young men, some only sixteen being brought in, wounded horribly with swards being slashed across their chests, arrow heads piercing their skin, blood on their clothes, and everything was horrible. Its hard to see your father come back into the castle and break down over his thrown, blood on his hands and face, and his blade bloody as well. The images of war are horrible, and Ive never even seen the real thing.
I stop walking when I run into a wall. I take a few steps backwards to realize that Ive come to the end of the hall, and that I ran right into it. I sigh and I turn around knowing that this is the millionth time that Ive done this in my life time, thinking too much and running into this blasted wall. I straighten myself up and then I walk into my room, which is now the first door on my left. I laugh a little as I walk in, remember how my father actually made our servants put padding on that wall when I was younger because I ran into it so much.
I quietly shut the door after me and I look around my room. My dirty clothes are now taken away to be washed thanks to Jenni, and my room is also much brighter with my curtains opened up. I walk across my plush carpet and head to my closet and open it up to my wide arrangement of dresses. I bend over and I quickly begin to take my shoes off. These are not shoes for be heading out side in. I stowed my shoes back where theyre supposed to be and I get out my black boots, made for going outside.
I then stand back up and I begin to push through all of my dresses looking for this wonderful piece of black felt. I finally am able to take it out and I look at my cloak and smile. Sure I have millions of other cloaks, blue cloaks, red cloaks, and even golden cloaks! I say no to those others, and this black one is officially my favorite cloak out of all the cloaks I have. I smile as I clip it around my neck and I put the hood up over my golden head.
I turn around quickly after shutting my closet doors and I face my full body mirror. There I see my pale face sticking out from the hood and only a few strands of my curly hair are sticking out, but they frame my face. My arms are hanging loosely by my side and my blue d -
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blue dress is peaking out of my black cloak. After a few seconds of staring at myself in the mirror one word comes to mind: Mysterious.
I smile at myself and I quickly rush to my door and open it up, coming back in the hall way. I rush though out the hall way with my cloak billowing as if there was wind in the castle behind me. Im walking for a while since the castle is quite large and I finally come to the Entrance Hall. Im up on the second story right now, and there are three stairs that lead down to the main part of the hall. I walk down the stairs closest to me and I look around.
The floors are made of some dark stone that echo my foot steps in the empty room, the walls are white and they have lit candles everywhere. When you walk in there are three stairs, a stairs to the left which lead you to the West Wing, then theres a set of stairs in the middle which leave to the North Wing, and a set of stairs to the right which leads to the East Wing. My sister and I are forbidden by our father to head into the North Wing. No questions asked. Weve never ventured into there before, and I dont see why wed want to anyways.
The North Wing has always had an ominous feeling to it, as if there was a monster lurking in a corner, ready to take us and wed never be seen again. That was the only thing keeping me out of the North Wing for all of my eighteen years.
I laugh at myself a little as I turn around and face the grand doors. Im eighteen and still afraid of the dark.
The outside air is vaguely cold. The mark of winter still lingers in the air, but only just. The snow has melted but the ground is still as cold and as frozen as the ice that still freezes the mountains tops. This is the Main Courtyard. It has a wonderful stone fountain at the heart of the courtyard, and benches all around the yard made of stone. There are many trees to provide shade in the summer. I smile a little, remembering the summers from back when I was little. Id use to climb the trees all the time when my mother wasnt looking. My father would cheer me on until I got to the top. I stopped after I fell out of an apple tree when I was eleven though; my mother scored me for climbing trees, telling me only men and servants did that.
I walk over to the fountain and I sit down on the edge of it. Theres no water in it right now, we had our servants take it out so it wouldnt freeze during the winter. I let out a heavy sigh. I watch my breath come out of my mouth, frozen as a white puffy cloud as it rises higher and higher up in the air, and then it slowly fades away, becoming as cold as the air around it. Disappeared like a long forgotten memory.
I sit there in silence for a minute and I just listen. I listen to the flock of birds slowly coming back from the south as spring begins to dawn on our lands. I listen to the whispering of the wind, weaving its way through the trees that surround me, making the branches creak and moan. As Im listening I realize how peaceful the world can be, that theres always some good in the world, and I almost think how impossible the thought of war is, and how war isnt possible.
But thats when the bell starts to ring. I look up towards the castle at the highest tower and I see the movement of a single bell. The bell sounds weird because of how cold it is, it isnt warmed up, but Ive heard the sound of this bell before. Ive only heard it once, but when they rung the bell it was to call a meeting just before war.
I slowly stand up, my cloak beginning to billow around me a little harsher as the wind begins to pick up. I slowly take my hood down as I look through the trees towards the doors of the castle and I sigh, my breath a cloud of white smoke yet again and my heart seems to skip a beat as a single thought runs through my head: war is dawning on us. -
flamingwolf NewbieNice Story
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Wow...long, but pretty good! I've been writing a book, but it's not that good...
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