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 Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 5:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 5:40 pm
Playdate with Diae
Chailyn meets Diae!
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 6:15 pm
Lexi
Anemone was sitting in bed, staring at her hands for the past hour. As to why she was looking at her hands, well somehow she had begun to feel sad and wondered why there was no one here to hold her hand. Her mind was silly when she was sad she supposed but it did give her an idea.
Chailyn had been asking to go visit Lexi and though she didn't know Azruael she thought that could be a good thing. Perhaps talking to someone she didn't know was what she needed. Of course she remembered the masquerade, she really hoped his girlfriend wasn't there. She was assuming Owle was his girlfriend which with the playboy attitude he'd shown on her birthday probably wasn't a bad assumption though it was wrong.
Slipping out of bed, she didn't change out of her simple white denim shorts or red tank top with white heart splattered on the middle. The heart was sort of wavering as it'd been painted by Chailyn, even following the outline the tale had managed to make it crooked (something she was proud of). Now she just had to find Azruael's phone number. She'd have to ask Su no doubt but she kind of liked talking to Su. She felt as though the devil understood her reservations and heartache more so than most.
(Waiting to be RPed with Sukkubus.)
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 1:58 pm
Birthday Wishes
The clock ticked slowly, counting down the mere seconds until July 18th. Anemone smiled as she finished icing the cake, the vanilla frosting over a chocolate cake made her stomach grumble. She would've done the job earlier but Chailyn had been snooping around waiting for a hint about what she might be getting. So she had waited til the little girl had finally drifted off to sleep.
There were still a few minutes left until it was officially Chailyn's birthday but she wanted everything to be perfect. The dining room had been decorated with streamers and balloons, the table having a party hat where each person sat. The middle was left for the cake and the presents, which honestly she hadn't got to wrap yet.
One present, wasn't going to be wrapped though. It was a bag filled with some dance exercise outfits, new dance shoes, and a dance umbrella so she could stay dry if it rained. The rest were secrets. She was sure by morning, she'd look like she'd been trying to wrap herself because she'd never been good at wrapping presents. She once attempted to use glue instead of tape, of course that hadn't worked well at all.
For Chailyn, it started out as any other daythere was one difference though. It was her birthday. With a giggle, she popped out of bed. She brushed her hair, dressing quickly in a t-shirt and short overalls. This probably wasn't the birthday outfit most would wear but it was quick and easy. That meant she could get to the presents and cake faster!
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 2:52 am
The FutureChailyn plopped down on her bed, flipping open the tome to a clean page. She smiled taking a pen and wrote at the top in big letters, My Future. She pondered a moment looking around her room before laying down. She tapped the pen against the page thinking. How to start a journal entry?
My Future
After watching Sleeping Beauty and Snow White, I decided I need a future. So I asked my siblings what I need to know. They said I need a job, a husband, children, and a house. So I figured it out. I'm going to live in a castle with Adonis and Lance. Where else would Adonis live besides in a great big beautiful castle? I couldn't decide between my best friends so I'm going to marry them both! Then I'll have a boy and girl baby with Adonis that we can name Adonis, Jr. and Donna. I'll have a boy and girl baby with Lance, too. We'll name them Squire and Grace. I'm sure the stork that delivers babies won't mind having to deliver four little ones to us. Donny and Lance will have to help me write to the stork though, he'll want to know that both the Dad and the Mom want the babies!
I think for a job I'll be a Donny's assistant! I can figure out how the people can best admire him and I'll help Lance train the girls how to be princesses, he'll have to teach the boys to be knights. I don't know anything about fighting. Perhaps, Lance should teach me to fight...but that wouldn't be very princess like would it? I'd have to ask Donny.
Out in the living room I found some magazines on the couch. I found one that had wedding and bride's maids dresses in it! I found my wedding dress, and decided that my maid of honor would be Nala! She's like my sister though I thought of having Aido but she can be a bride's maid with Vidya and Elena. I'm not sure Zayne or Onoway would want to be. I need to meet more girls, so I can have more pretty girls march down the aisle. Of course for the day, I'll have to be the prettiest but after that they can be beautiful again.
So my dress is white, and Nalira's is Sailor, a nifty word for a deep blue. Aido, Elena, and Vidya's dresses are Concord, a pretty word for dark purple. I think they'd all look beautiful. I know Elena would, being a star princess and all. I wonder if I'll grow up pretty.
The minister has to stand in a gazebo and we'll decorate the place with chiffon. Mom took me into a store of fabrics once and the chiffon is so pretty and soft, though silk is nicer it's not see-through. I think Lance's side would be decorated with a soft green colored chiffon and white roses. We'll put soft blue chiffon and golden yellow roses on Donny's side. The reception will be in a big circus tent! With free ice cream and cotton candy it'll be lots of fun. Not sure why we have to have a honeymoon though, I don't like honey and camping outside under the moon just to eat it? Sounds silly to me.
Luff,
Chai
She carefully tucks the dress images into the tome, moving to shut it when she hears her name being called. Jumping up she rushes off leaving it open. Chailyn's Dress rests on top, Nalira's Maid of Honor Dress is next, and then the Bride's Maids' dress. The images ruffle gently a breeze running through the room, time wondering how much if any of this would come true.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 10:00 am
Angel StringsA celtic lap harp is discovered and Chailyn decides she wants to learn to play it. Thankfully Anemone finds a book, Basic Harp for Beginners, for the tale.
((The reference image is taken from a magazine my mom and me receive. If you'd like to use the magazine or it's online site as reference please let me know first.))
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 7:26 pm
Armel and Lance PDLance has invited Chailyn to his house to meet his friend, Armel. Link
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 3:26 pm
Daddy...
Chailyn wandered through the broken hallways. Dust clung to the cobwebs that hung from the ceiling. Intricate gold framed mirrors lined the walls of dull white, paint peeling and stained with who knew what.
At this point, no one really cared. This wasn't the type of place where a stain was important. Here the most important thing was control.
Doors creaked open as the little girl walked forward, allowing a glimpse of insanity. A woman in a straight jacket laughed and cried as she sat in the corner of the padded cell. A man rested in an oversized crib staring into space. Perhaps it was luck that the tale's eyes were fixed on a point down the hall.
Golden light seeped out from the gate but one could still see outside. Overgrown plants and the crumbled walls of the building made for what most considered a spooky setting. But the golden light was all the interested Chailyn.
Moving ever closer to her goal, she reached her hand out. She smiled as her hand touched the bars, they were warm. Her fingers pushed at the gate and it swung open. A shadow, the figure that haunted her dreams beckoned for her. It shouted out her name, so happy to see her and just as she grinned darting forward...
Chailyn woke taken again from the happy dream. At least the nightmares from before had stopped. She hated the idea of being chased though it was heartbreaking to be woken at such a happy moment.
She pouted climbing out of bed and making her familiar route to her mother's room. She didn't bother knocking, she just went in. It was habit now. She looked at her mother and waited for her to wake up.
"Mommy?"
Anemone's sleepy eyes opened to look at her daughter. She gave a wistful sigh and sat up, reaching her arms out to lift her tale into the bed. "You too?" she asked delicately.
The tale nodded as she was held against her mother. Both had the same look of lost in their eyes as Anemone laid down, wrapping the blankets around her little one. Of course, they didn't remember or know who the figure was but they knew he loved them and they loved him. That combined with the knowledge that whoever he was, he wasn't here and it made it all the more hard to sleep at night.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 2:37 pm
Star Light Snow FightWhilst Anemone is purchasing gifts, Chailyn wanders through Barton only to find Donny. Link
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 3:19 pm
And Suddenly, She Was Gone
Chailyn sighed looking over at Nalira's bed. Where was was she? She hadn't seen the tale in a few days and she was starting to get worried. Her purple eyes wandered over to her own bed, her tome laying open to a fresh page.
She had planned to write in it but now she was feeling, odd. She took a step towards the window and put her fingers against the window pane trying to steady herself. Her head felt heavy, almost like it was spinning though her vision was still.
A moment passed before the small tale slipped forward turning so her shoulder was against the wall as she slid down. Her forehead gently hit the bookcase, the small of her back against the post of Nalira's bed. Her knees bent and arms limp, her eyes closed. As she slipped into a coma, she looked like a broken doll.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 2:46 pm
Chailyn's Awakening Part One: Behind Those Dreaming Eyes
She was late- in fact, she was very late to awaken. She found it very comforting in her sleep, except for the occassional flashes of blood or the sudden painful aches she felt. Often she would moan as she felt her limbs being pulled on, but for the most part she simply slept. Just dreaming in a sullen place- visions of herself talking while walking through her mind, but she never did know what she was saying. It was all mumbles mixed with some sort of sound she heard just out of her realm. Sometimes it sounded like weeping, but there was no one here but her. No one else could be in her head - so she stayed, enjoying the solitude and silence when it came.
There were doubts- doubts that she was alone, that the weeping was from a ghost, and even more on whether she should continue sleeping. "What about your mother? She'll be worried sick!" "Don't you want to see the other Tales? Don't you want to know if they're all right?" "Wouldn't you enjoy talking to Lance or Donny? Maybe you could see Elena or Vidya again? And what about your 'brother' Diae? What about your 'sister' Nalira?" But she just shook her head and the nagging voices faded.
Yes, her mother would be worried. Yes, she did want to see the other Tales. Yes, she would enjoy talking to Lance and Donny. Yes, she wanted to see Diae and Nalira. Yes, she wanted to see the friends she hadn't seen in ages like Elena and Vidya. But not right now. No, she wanted to be alone right now. There wasn't pressure here to smile - something she'd started to like less and less; an empty sadness settling into her bones and a cold chill taking a hold of her heart. Perhaps it wasn't so much that happiness was leaving her but that something else was settling in, for as she stayed here she noticed that certain parts of her were changing. Her stomach no longer had any symbol upon it. Instead it was unmarked - as though the symbol she remembered had never existed. Then again, it was hard to tell anymore what was real and what was dreams, being that everything she saw was part of her dream whilst she slept on.
Her dream realm whilst sleeping had always been relatively the same- a very odd looking building. There were no windows, just very high and wide entrances; billowing white fabric hanging down and blowing in the wind from all four entrances. It was square- and very big and made of a light colored stone. It had high arches on the outside that curved into a circle, much like a bottle, before a towering point arose. In the middle rested a large bed, much bigger than she could ever need. It was covered in pink and white silks, with a deep red blanket on top that was very heavy and made of some fabric she didn't know. She never slept under it though, preferring to cuddle amongst the silks. Still, for it's uniqueness and beauty it just seemed empty- of course it was empty, so she never dwelled on it much. The ghosts were a little unsettling though- if they were ghosts, appearing briefly at an entrance, their voice catching her attention and evaporating as soon as she turned to see. Sometimes she would catch words, but more often than not she couldn't understand them.
But now the vision of herself was becoming more clear. There were differences- the real Chailyn had a symbol around her belly button and a much softer albeit confused expression, whereas the vision Chailyn had no symbol and had an angry look in her eyes where something with more hatred and jealousy lurked deep down around her heart. Frankly this vision Chailyn scared the real Chailyn- and she would've run if she could.
"What are you doing here!?" she demanded one day. "You're wasting time! You'll never fulfill your duties or purpose for living if you don't get looking!"
"What? L-l-l-ook-i-i-ing for what?" Chailyn stammered.
"You have to find a master! You can't live without one! You must find someone to promise your life, your heart, your body, and your soul to!"
"Why? Will I die if I don't?"
"Your heart will. I'll die if you don't."
"Aren't you me?"
"Yes, yes I am." It was said so confidently that the lie was genius. There was no waver of conscious, no sign of not believing what was being said- and it made Chailyn all the more nervous talking with this ghost.
"...I don't understand. Why do I need a master? Can't my mommy be my master?"
"NO! Your mother can't be your master!" Such venom dripped from the word mother, the real Chailyn flinched- stepping backwards. "I can't tell you why. Just do as I say."
Chailyn quavered in front of the vision, scared of saying anything. Her shoulders had practically collapsed in on her body as she tried to make herself small in hopes that the vision would leave her alone but if anything it did the opposite. She let out a whimper as the anger surged from the vision, straight for her.
"Are you that weak and scared? How can you let yourself shrink into a limp piece of flesh? You can't even stand up to yourself and speak!" she roared. In truth, the vision was much delighted by this shrinking and backbone-less Chailyn that was crumbling before her. Still she couldn't appear happy, then the girl might start to draw conclusions or worse get curious and suspicious. No she would have to pretend that she wanted Chailyn to be strong even though that was something she never wanted to happen. "If you won't be strong, you might as well stay here and die. Murderer." She seemed to be foaming at the mouth, a smirk sparkling in her eyes. This was oh so much fun- torturing the "poor" kid. Then again what could she say? Long years had made her bitter and her jealously had grown into wanting revenge.
"If you're me...how would that be murder?" Chailyn arched her brows in confusion. Granted she'd only heard the term in a game and the response to her question had been rather PG and vague, she understood it to mean killing someone else. Obviously she'd never heard of suicide but frankly that really was up to the perception of the person to decide if suicide was murder.
The vision looked a bit baffled at that question. "Because- you're murdering our future!" she bluffed. Really that made only a little bit of sense if you stretched it far enough but- she hadn't counted on questions. The Chailyn she remembered hadn't been much of one to ask questions- that had always been her job.
Sighing, the ghost began to pace. Things were starting to seem harder like this plan wouldn't work. She thought momentarily about coming clean but what good would that do? She wasn't here to start a relationship. She really had no other hope than revenge. "I'll leave you for now. I'll be back soon- and I hope you'll have made progress." It was said with as much kindness as she could muster but it still sounded very hollow. With a shake of her head, she vanished leaving Chailyn standing alone- and again without her stomach etched with the healer symbol she'd appeared with so long ago in the Study.
How much longer Chailyn dwelled in her dreams she didn't know, what she did know that as her eyes fluttered opened for the first time in months she was gripped into a strong and unending hug. Even after months of dreaming she knew who it was- her mother. "Chailyn." was whispered into her ear as warm tears hit her cheek and slid down. She was awake.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 2:47 pm
Chailyn's Awakening Part Two: Opening Purple Eyes
It took time for her eyes to adjust to the light in her room. It seemed so much brighter than she remembered though such memories were a bit fuzzy. She didn't dare sit up at first, mostly because her head was swimming with thoughts, but she didn't want her mother letting go. The doubts she'd had about waking seemed to disappear whilst her mother hugged her, protecting her from the recent encounter with the vision.
She thought of speaking but no words could be formed in her mind. A lump seemed to have formed in her throat and so even if words had been formed, she wouldn't have been able to speak. Instead she just laid still, almost limp as her mother continued to hug her and weep. After a few moments, she turned her head to see if Nalira was still asleep or if she had awaken long ago like the other Tales- maybe she hadn't been the only one hiding in her dreams.
Yet Nalira was not there and a little piece of her fractured. A tear was forced from her left eye- clouding her purple iris for a moment as shame hung over the Tale. Much like an overbearing entity, she felt herself forced into regretting her long absence. She hadn't had a right to keep her mother waiting for so long but still she couldn't bring herself to say a word. There was so much more that had changed in while she had slept on- for one Anemone looked different, as though a layer of dust had settled over her. Purple eyes fell over to the old rocking chair that was now in the middle of the room, so reminiscent of Hook and how Moira had sat waiting for Jack and Maggie- had Anemone done the same?
Something else caught her attention as she picked up her hand to reach out to her mother- it seemed different, bigger. She pushed herself up in her bed, careful not to dislodge her mother's arms. Her legs were long now- quite a bit longer and her original clothes had changed into something new. Her feet were bare for the moment, slippers resting on the floor. Her eyes wandered up, resting on her stomach as her brows knitted together as confusion slammed into her. "It's missing-" she murmured aloud in shock. Her stomach was bare- plain and normal. One of the few things that had ever been unique about her appearance had vanished. She felt lost, two emotions swelling inside of her. One of complete heartache and the other of complete knowing and joy. Yet her face could not register both and so her heartache showed quite plainly, giving no knowledge of the inner battle that had begun. Any other difference from her growth- including how much normally she would've loved the belt, her veil, her sleeves, and her top escaped her view. A sense of horror was welling up in her heart- she was normal. She'd never been, in her mind, special like her friends- Lance, Lexi, Adonis, Elena, Vidya, Nalira, Sylvester, etc. All of them had something that made them them- and though she'd never paid her symbol much attention when she was little, the fact that it was gone made her feel less special.
Growing should've been a joyous event for both Author and Tale but instead it was a complication. Chailyn had grown in her sleep after the event of being trapped with the other tales. Hence the aches and pains she'd felt- thankfully sleep had numbed the intensity of the pain. Other than that, growing seemed to have been nothing like she'd thought it would've been. Perhaps it was because she was filled with guilt.
She really just wanted to cling to her mother- and forget both the event and the phantom that had scared her. After the phantom she was now wondering if she would be yelled at for sleeping for so long- not just by her mother but by Nalira and the rest of her friends. Part of her desperately wanted to run to one of them- she needed someone to confide in but the duality of her wants and needs seemed to plague her into being still. Instead she turned, drawing her knees to her side while tucking her feet underneath herself, burying her face in her mother's neck and wrapping her arms around her mother. She closed her eyes as tears threatened to spill- too many emotions swelling inside her heart. She felt awkward and gangly though she was only about eleven now, at least in looks. It would take getting used to- all of it, she knew.
It was hard to say how long she held to her mother but it seemed to last forever, her eyes taking in nothing but the brown hair her mother had. She hadn't even noticed that her hair had become a more muted tone of brown and seemed to blend seamlessly with her mother's hair. Had she noticed, she probably wouldn't have felt a sense of (blood) kinship like Anemone seeing that her adoptive daughter looked more like her in certain aspects, since she was sure it was the closest she'd ever come to having a biological child. Whereas Chailyn was sure to feel the sense of normalness wash over her again if she were to notice.
The Tale was finding some peace in her mother's arms and yet Anemone was not finding peace. In fact the author was more troubled by the sudden, yet wonderful, surprise of finding that Chailyn had awoken. What troubled her most, she wasn't sure, but she highly wondered just what had prodded the Tale into waking up. She held tight to her daughter afraid that were she to let go that she would find it was a dream at best and at worst, she would find that maybe her nightmares had come true and this was nothing more than a ghost bidding her farewell. Like Chailyn she found her voice and mouth unwilling to work- though she tried desperately to say more.
Anemone had noticed differences as her daughter grew- and while she was almost sure that for other tales it was more instantaneous, it had been different for Chailyn. It had occurred quickly, at most it had taken a day but it had seemed to happen in slow motion as though at times her body was confused. When the author's blue eyes had first noticed that something was happening- Chailyn's hair grew into a much more muted tone of brown, much like it appeared now, but only a few minutes later the brown had turned into a rather vivid shade of firebrick only to return to brown in the end. The next change had been her stomach symbol which seemed to almost fade from reality, pulsing back and forth before fading for good. Normally, the author would've called Huni immediately to ask if it was normal- but then it couldn't be and it certainly wasn't normal that Chailyn had continued to sleep.
The past months had been a blur of day and night for the author, mornings spent with the little kids she still had to take care of, afternoons spent volunteering or working at various places for money, evenings spent instructing the older kids to take care of the younger kids while she disappeared into the room Chailyn and Nalira shared to watch her "sleeping" daughter. Now she was awake and so much confusion ebbed in her heart from what to think. Too many nightmares while she slept slumped in the rocking chair, too many illusions as she collapsed over her daughter's bed and swore whilst in dreams she felt a hand take hold of hers, but was this a dream?
"Are you real?" Anemone murmured, slipping only a few inches away so she could just see her daughter's face. "You aren't a dream are you? A ghost bidding me good-bye?" she whispered. Her voice was soft, so much like silk and yet it wavered between hope and fear. "I'm not sure I could bear if you weren't real, Chai. I've had so many dreams, even more nightmares, and if you aren't awake really then I don't know how I'll keep going. But then if you are real, oh I shouldn't bother you with this talk of fearing that I'll never be able to continue taking care of the others and if not, what harm does it do?" The flutters of her heart made her sick- was this just another cruel joke her life had in store for her? As if love wasn't enough of a joke- was life going to turn her hopes of having her daughter alive and well into one as well?
"I'm real." It was all Chailyn could manage as the cloud of shame grew. How could she have been so stupid? She'd forgotten all about her siblings, all her mother had to take care of. Yet the words "sorry" never made it to her lips and the pleas she felt sure she should be crying out asking for forgiveness died as she thought of them, her mind and body retreating inward unable to tell her mother anything else.
The simple phrase made tears spill from Anemone's dull blue eyes. She nodded gently closing in on Chailyn again for but a moment. "I should let you rest. If you need anything I'll be right outside." The author stood up, reluctantly letting go and then turned to look at the Tale once more. "I love you Chailyn. Don't ever forget that."
Anemone gave a small smile, the best she could manage with the tears swelling within her eyes and spilling down her cheeks. She slipped out of the room quietly, shutting the door behind her and resting her back against it- before sliding down to the floor. Her knees to her chest, she bowed her head to sob. If it was a nightmare, a trick, a dream- she'd take it. For now, she'd take anything to have Chailyn back if only for a moment. She'd have to call Huni in the morning and let her know that Chailyn had finally awaken.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 3:59 pm
Chailyn's Awakening Part Three: A Friend's Eyes
Chailyn sneaks out into the night to see Lance.
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 3:25 pm
A New DayIt'd taken time to being an adolescent on the brink of becoming a teenager (eventually). The twelve year old tale was staring at the presents she'd recieved from Anemone. Except they weren't really presents- more like a safety net. She'd recieved a cell phone and messenger bag, an allowance, a few more rules, and permission to either pierce her ears or get a new wardrobe. As she was still stinging from the normalness she now saw in herself- she'd opted to get her ears pierced in a few weeks rather than buy clothes every other kid would have.
Indeed Chailyn had become slightly more moody in a sense since her growth. She was morose, often sulking to some degree as she roamed around her room or through the house. It was more because of the lack of sleep she'd gotten, for she never wanted to drift off for fear of seeing ghosts in her head. However the past week had seen her return to her more happy, bubbly nature. Still she was being awfully distance and as of yet hadn't let anyone but Lance know of her growth. Whenever pressed on the subject she would say "Maybe tomorrow" and give a shrug.
"555-CHAI" she murmured quietly picking up the silver cell phone with snowflake design. Flipping it open, her fingers trailed over the buttons before giving a sigh and shutting it. There wouldn't be much sense in calling Nalira- she didn't know if she had a phone or if she did what the number was. She sighed, feeling gloomy again. Nalira was gone and it hurt to have lost her "sister" and somehow the lost felt familiar.
Standing up, Chailyn went over to the bookshelf and pulled out a book before opening to a random page and pulling out a letter. It was heavily creased and crumpled- yet it had been smoothed out many times. She stood there, putting the book back and running the fingers of her left hand over the paper.Nalira Dear Chailyn,
By the time you read this, I will be gone. I cannot promise my return nor any form of contact, I can only promise that my leave is not any fault of yours. Please do not question my motives as it is in your best interest that you know as little as possible. Know that I love you.
Nalira
She slumped down, her head hitting the pillow as tears spilled out. Her throat constricted, aching as she let her emotions out. Breathing rapidly, almost gasping because the pain in her throat made it seem at though she couldn't breathe, she closed her eyes waiting for tears to run out so she could drift into sleep. Away from all the changes that had happened.
A woman with red hair wandered through the throne room. She quietly made her way down the red carpet- holding tightly to two bundles as she tried to keep her face neutral. She didn't like this- soldiers on either side, the shouts of the other peasants outside following her in, the lack of her husband beside her, and three royals sitting on thrones waiting for her to bow.
She seemed to arrive before them all too soon and with trouble knelt down on her knees. "Your majesties. I bring gifts for the young prince's birthday." The urge to spit at their feet and run briefly entered her mind- but it would only make things worse.
"Well?" the sultan asked eyeing the bundles with a curious look.
"My daughters for the prince's harem."
Chailyn rolled over in her sleep, mumbling something as the dream faded. She scrunched up her face as she sat up in confusion. Just what the hell was that? A garbled voice seem to reply in her head but she just shook her head and swung her legs over the bed, turning her head to look at the noon sunlight outside her window. With little care she pushed herself up off the bed and headed straight for her new messenger bag and stuffed her cell into it.
Not caring at all what she was wearing (her normal harem outfit), she slipped on her shoes and headed out the door. She vaguely heard someone ask where she was going as she emerged in the living room and turned towards the front doors. "Out." she called back as she made her way outside and strolled away from the house.
The beginning of summer was starting to shine through as the breeze cooled off the Tale. Normally she probably would've just gone to sit on the beach but for the moment she felt like getting away from home. But she had no idea where to go, what to do, or anything other than to go somewhere. The only problem was she wasn't sure she felt like seeing anyone, she didn't want to have to explain she'd been awake and had grown for fear it'd seem as though she didn't want to be friends with anyone.
With a sigh, she continued to wander aimlessly. She didn't make it far- to the end of the driveway before she flopped onto the ground under a large tree. Sitting against the tree trunk, she was invisible from being see- at least from the front door. Reaching inside she pulled out a pen and her tome and flipped it open to a new page- unwilling to look at the old things she and her mother had written- or at her question and her mother's answer.Chailyn I've grown and I must say- I think I hate it. I used to always want to grow, especially after seeing everyone around me grow. Now that I have grown, I feel livid when I think of it. At least part of me does. More and more it feels like someone else is living inside my head. Maybe I'm going crazy and those dreams I have aren't really dreams.
I HATE looking NORMAL. Why did growing rip away the ONLY thing that was unique about me? And it's not like any of the other tales would understand- they have wings or scales or tails or different colored skin! All of them are unique- not me though. No I look like everyone else.
I don't know what's wrong with me. This other "person" is so angry and moody. I can't think of any other way to describe it. The dreams don't help much and my memory is so fuzzy from before I grew. I must've grown after we all got out of that place- I don't remember much of it. Only Diae, Donny, a few other faces, something bad trying to get us, and there was blood.
I remembered more about the place and my childhood when I woke- but now it feels fuzzy.
Chai
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