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 Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 11:52 am
Prologue A little girl in a pink ruffly dress ran through the halls of her exceedingly large mansion, red, plush carpets under her feet. Her long black hair flew through the air behind her as her soft laughter filled the hall. Every now and then she would glance behind her, violet eyes flashing as they reflected the sun’s rays through the windows.
“Arya!” A voice called as she continued to run through the halls. “Get back here!” Suddenly an older boy came zooming into the picture, gaining on her with every step. The boy had ruffled sandy blonde hair and bright amber eyes and a smile that could stop anyone dead in their tracks. He was dressed in a navy suit, although the tie and just about everything else had been slightly disheveled.
“You’ll never catch me!” She called as she rounded the corner and ran into one of the doors in the new hallway. She flipped the light switch and realized that she had never been in this room before…
A scream rang through her head as Arya suddenly sat up in her bed, panting and sweating. She looked over to the window to see that the moon was still high in the star covered sky. She sighed as she flopped back down on the bed, “It was only a dream…” She murmured to herself as she slowly closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep.
“Arya?” Lorian asked nervously as he opened the door to her room, allowing a thin line of light to stretch along the floor. He stepped into the darkness, allowing it to embrace him and smiled weakly seeing that she was asleep. “Drama queen…” He grumbled as he walked out of the room and closed the door with a soft clink.
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 11:58 am
1 Arya sighed as she sat down at the breakfast table the next morning, still in her pajamas. Her long black hair hung loosely as it fell just above her waist and her violet eyes shone brightly behind her wispy bangs. Her mother glared at her from across the table for even having the audacity to come down the stairs in such unsuitable attire, after all today was a day for suitors. She grabbed a piece of toast from the middle of the obnoxiously long table and began to munch on it.
“Darling, why aren’t you wearing that lovely dress I had made for you?” Her mother asked as she delicately placed her glass of orange juice down on the table. She sat at the opposite end of the table in their enormous dining hall accentuated with flamboyant purple and gold decorations, towering pained windows, and crystal chandeliers. She was a frail woman with stunning amber eyes that were haloed by the dark curls that fell upon her face, while the rest of her hair sat neatly on her head.
“Because… it’s ugly.” Arya retorted as she took a large bite of her toast. Her mother grimaced at seeing her do such a thing and then sighed trying to regain her composure.
“It is high fashion and you will wear it.” A forced smile was plastered upon her face as she blinked a few times. It was if the motor within a little wind up toy had suddenly jammed.
“It’s pink!” Arya blurted, her mouth full of toast.
“You loved pink.” Her mother said slightly hurt.
“Yeah, I loved pink. Loved being past tense.” Arya mumbled in reply as she looked back towards the door, praying that a knight in shining armor would walk through the door any minute to save her from the dragon.
“Don’t turn away from –“
“Morning…” Lorian grumbled as he burst through the doors, dressed in his typical and unapproved jeans and tee shirt. His blonde hair appeared as if no comb had even been put through it, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He knew how much now letting his eyes ‘shine in their glory’ pissed his mother off. Arya let out a sigh of relief as he looked down at her and winked.
“Good morning, dear.” Their mother managed, mustering a fake smile before turning her attention to aggressively buttering a piece of toast. “Lorian, I was just trying to tell your sister that she shouldn’t be allowed to parade around the house in her pajamas…” Clara muttered as she looked over to him through the corner of her eyes.
“Yeah, that’s great mum…” Lorian muttered as he grabbed the newspaper and began to read the devastating headlines. Arya snickered as she grabbed another piece of toast and the jelly. Clara looked up and her mouth turned into a slit, but her eyes were on fire.
“Is that funny, Arya? Do you honestly want to look no better than those people out there?” She said ‘there’ as if the people who lived in town were infected with some horrible disease.
“At least they dress comfortably…” She grumbled as she bit into the toast. Lorian glanced over at her from behind the paper and nodded in approval.
“What are we doing today?” He whispered.
“I thought we –“
“You’re going out with three suitors.” Her mother said defiantly as she motioned for one of the butlers to grab the paper away from Lorian, and he did so with alacrity. “Lorian, you’ll be accompanying her.”
“I will?” Lorian asked incredulously as he looked back at the butler who nodded apologetically and shrugged. He rolled his eyes before looking back over at his mother.
“Yes.” She said as she placed her napkin on the table and sighed. “Now, you’ve exhausted me, I’m going to sit in the parlor. I’ll expect the two of you in the main hall in two hours, dressed properly.” She said angrily as she pushed her chair back and stormed out of the room.
“Does she know what she’s doing by sending the two of us out with these guys?” Lorian asked with a smirk as he leaned back in his chair.
“Maybe she just forgot to take her sensible mother medication today.” Arya replied laughing slightly as Lorian rolled his eyes.
“Either way, we’re going to have a pretty good day.” He said with a satisfied sigh.
“Yeah, until she finds out what we are going to do.” She replied as she stood up and left the table.
“Don’t ruin the moment…” He murmured happily as he sat forward and reached for a waffle.
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Adorkable Monster Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 7:29 pm
People Are Capable Of Kindness Beyond Angels . . .I love it. There is nothing i would change.
in the first paragraph i though she was a little kid. Now i think she's about 15-18 not sure if she's just modernday rich or noblity Yet We Also Commit Sins That Would Put A Demon To Shame.
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