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A Story im working on!
yes i know its stinky D: lol
As the wizard in charge in the land of bluin I hereby declare that I wrote this tale of the strong and brave girl…named Victoria.
A story of a girl…with tragedy, love, and whispers of hope in all aspects of her life this girl is strong though, stronger than the world may see her. The world may have left her alone for now, but soon all that will change. She’ll be happier than she ever felt before, and nothing…nothing will be able to take that away.
Four dark walls …a girl locked and beaten with black hair lost in a completely black room. Scared but brave. A young soul and you can tell just by looking at her she believes. She believes in everything. She smiles awoken by her dream, relieved. She says an old quote she once heard “there is no flaw in man only flaw in what he doesn’t believe.” She gets up and moves on to keep searching for what she came here to find. She runs and searches for an exit and is greeted by a large door. She pulls at the circular door handle and comes out to a great stone balcony. She looks over the edge only to see stones, at the bottom waves with white froth crashing at the edge. She knows all too well the fate of one who reaches the bottom. Her brother knew what he had to do as they climbed up their cliff. The wait could not hold them both and he knew he would have to cut the rope. Though he said nothing about this to his sister, his fragile young sister he hated to but had to leave. She looked at it sadly for a moment but focused even more on her mission; she kept going. She came in to what next looked like a ballroom. Marble floors, giant stone pillars with faces carved on the walls. She stood and did circles and pictured what it used to look like here with the ballroom dancers; and the parties. She pictured lovely ladies and handsome lads too scared to ask the ladies to dance. Even though at one point everyone joins in dancing, and laughing, enjoying everything in life they had. She pictured one man in the corner that leaned on the wall. He didn’t look like he enjoyed this much even though he was the most handsome lad there. A duke she could tell by his attire. She shook herself and quickly came out of the trance; a gift but also a burden she carried with her. Seeing into the past didn’t always have beautiful gowns, and handsome fellows…but also murder, death, and men who could also be called monsters. Her mission though was to find that lad, the one in the corner. Who had every worry in his eye since the day he was born. He was also around her age. She has been alive for what seemed like an eternity but really for only 16 years. This beautiful palace she was in was only lost and deserted a short time ago. Only a year and she can remember the day they left. She stood at the end of the drive watching them ride off through the trees. The beautiful oak trees that stood on either side of the road, and the tan dirt that she once ran through when she was a young girl. Those days were gone now and she was alone. It was up to her if she were to survive and find this handsome fellow whose name was Joseph. She knows not about where they are going only that they are gone. She runs to the mailbox and finds only one letter. A letter…addressed to her? She turns it around noticing the seal was shaped as a heart, and once she rips open the letter that torn heart will be hers. She opens it slowly hoping to keep every last drop of heart put into this letter and everything he felt while writing it. She began to read…Victoria,
Leaving here, leaving you…is like tearing out my heart and stabbing it with a dagger. I know not what is next for me, or you. The future is empty. Maybe it was my flaw to trust everyone, maybe it was my flaw to sometimes speak from my heart and not my heart and mind, but trust me when I say it was not my flaw to love you. To believe in and love you with all of my heart and everything I had. Let it be only truth from these lips and ink that I say I will see you again. I will not give up on the only thing I live for…the person that has my heart.
Truly Yours,
Joseph. A.
Now now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We must start from the beginning…and to start at the beginning we must start at birth. The mother; a simple matron who supervised at the current hospital she was at was holding her new born baby. A little girl…born with a full head of black hair and brilliant blue eyes, eyes that looked like they held wisdom beyond their years, eyes that had a bright yellow sun that wrapped around the pupil. This sun her mother said would be her guide; it would keep her safe through her years to come. Suddenly everything was quiet until the loud knocking that intruded on such a happy moment became a door falling on the ground. The dust from the floor flew everywhere and the mother held her child tight. She would fight to the death to keep her child, and she did fight to the death…but she lost her child as well as her life.
to be continued...dum duh dum dum dum Ohhhhh i always wanted to say that. cool lol
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