Sunlight poured through the dirty little window and splashed on the face of a young girl. Rubbing her eyes, the girl slowly sat up and walked the few steps to the window. Looking outside, she could see the courtyard shining in the morning dew. She always enjoyed the morning. It was the only peaceful time she had to herself. But, as usual, it would always end. “Sylvie! Are you ready yet? Come on now, the fireplaces are not going to clean themselves!” “Coming Bonnie!” Sylvie yelled as she quickly got dressed and scuttled down the stairs to the kitchen. “Don’t forget the biscuits, Margaret!” Bonnie, a plump woman hollered as Sylvie entered. “Oh, yes, sorry Bonnie,” Margaret, a brown haired girl said as she grabbed a tray of biscuits and left the kitchen. “Bon,” Sylvie said as she pulled on her apron, “Why do I need to do the fireplaces if they’re not even using them?” “Sylvie, just do it please!” Bonnie replied pulling a tray out of the brick oven. “Oh, but first make sure the porcelain is spotless. The king expects them to be perfect at tonight’s dinner.” “Alright,” Sylvie sighed as she pulled up her long brown hair. “But it’s your fault if I break them,” she added, biting into a biscuit. “Sylvie!” a woman hollered. “Your grace!” Bonnie exclaimed curtseying. “Be quiet Bonnie. Where is that rotten girl?” “You called miss?” Sylvie asked, nervously bowing. “Ah! There you are!” the woman grabbed Sylvie by the ear and dragged her out of the kitchen. “What did I do Miss Kitrana? Sylvie asked as she rubbed her ear. “Oh don’t play innocent with me girl. It’s bad luck to play games with great sorceresses like myself. Now, fess up! Why did you do it?” Kitrana demanded. “I honestly have no idea what you are talking about,” Sylvie replied. “Ugh!” Kitrana shrieked. She pulled out her wand and pointed it at Sylvie threateningly. “Tell me why you did it!” she commanded. “Kitrana!” a young boy’s voice rang from down the corridor, “what, may I ask, are you doing?” “Oh! Prince Theodore! I was just showing Sylvie what I would do if…if an…enemy were to pounce on me,” Kitrana stuttered lowering her wand. “So you see, Sylvie, you have nothing to worry about,” she said in a fake nice voice turning toward Sylvie. “If you have any more questions feel free to ask me anytime.” She then stalked past the boy and down the corridor.
heres the next part “Oh! Prince Theodore! I was just showing Sylvie what I would do if…if an…enemy were to pounce on me,” Kitrana stuttered lowering her wand. “So you see, Sylvie, you have nothing to worry about,” she said in a fake nice voice turning toward Sylvie. “If you have any more questions feel free to ask me anytime.” She then stalked past the boy and down the corridor. “Why is she so scared of you? You’re just a little boy,” Sylvie said, once Kitrana was out of earshot. “I don’t know. But there is that saying that royalty are powerful even at a young age and Kitrana’s a superstitious woman,” Theodore replied, “I mean she calls herself a sorceress just because she has a birthmark the shape of a wand. Cuckoo…” “She is a sorceress. I’ve seen her do things,” Sylvie told him. “Oh. Well, even if she is she should still be scared of me. After all, I’m not that much of a ‘little boy.’ I’m older than you,” Theodore said proudly. “Yeah, and shorter,” Sylvie replied. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, Your Highness, I have things to do to get ready for the dinner tonight.” She curtseyed and then ran back to the kitchen. “What did you do to Kitrana this time, Sylvie?” Bonnie asked as Sylvie entered the kitchen. “You got in trouble again? That’s the third time this week!” Margaret exclaimed as she peeled some potatoes. “It wasn’t even that bad,” Sylvie said innocently. “All I did was put a little something in her dinner last night,” she muttered. “What was that little something?” Bonnie asked as she pulled the porcelain down from its shelf. “Oh, just some cayenne,” she replied. “But don’t worry. I didn’t get in trouble. Prince Theodore came.” “Ooh, you were lucky this time. But don’t put anything, I repeat, anything in tonight’s dinner,” Bonnie warned, “Or else. And start that polishing!” Chapter 2 “Quick, Sylvie! In here,” Theodore whispered, pulling back a tapestry. It was later that day. The King’s dinner was just about to start and Theodore and Sylvie didn’t want to miss a thing. “Are you sure they won’t find us? I mean remember last time…” Sylvie asked worriedly. “Yes, I’m positive. Last time was a different secret room. This one is foolproof. Besides, I’m sure father won’t allow the dogs in to this dinner. The king of Therut is here! That’s why I’m not allowed.” They entered through a little door behind the tapestry and walked into a little room with two peek holes in the wall. “It’s pitch black in here!” Sylvie whispered. “Hush! Look through that peek hole,” Theodore whispered as he looked through the other peek hole. “Welcome all to Pombly Castle!” King Quentin started, “I thank you all for joining me, my wife Francesca and my family today for luxurious atmosphere and sumptuous food…” “Not his whole family,” Theodore whispered harshly. “A special welcome to King Therut and his wife Queen Emilla!” the king continued. The table erupted with clapping. “Hey! Is that…Prince Darien!” Theodore exclaimed through the clapping. “How come…” “Hush!” Sylvie whispered, “King Therut is talking!” “Thank you, Quentin,” he said, “I have some rather dire news, but let’s not start the evening in a sad tone. How about some food?” “Excellent!” King Quentin exclaimed.
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this is good, i can envision it and actually smell the lilacs! hehe no but really i like it.
stunning, write more, please! I wish I could write like that.
yeah dude i hear ya
Magnificent. Cool. INTRIGUING for loss of a better word. i started a story but its on a different computer so i will post it up later.
ok here it is. tell me if you like it.
Sunlight poured through the dirty little window and splashed on the face of a young girl. Rubbing her eyes, the girl slowly sat up and walked the few steps to the window. Looking outside, she could see the courtyard shining in the morning dew. She always enjoyed the morning. It was the only peaceful time she had to herself. But, as usual, it would always end.
“Sylvie! Are you ready yet? Come on now, the fireplaces are not going to clean themselves!”
“Coming Bonnie!” Sylvie yelled as she quickly got dressed and scuttled down the stairs to the kitchen.
“Don’t forget the biscuits, Margaret!” Bonnie, a plump woman hollered as Sylvie entered.
“Oh, yes, sorry Bonnie,” Margaret, a brown haired girl said as she grabbed a tray of biscuits and left the kitchen.
“Bon,” Sylvie said as she pulled on her apron, “Why do I need to do the fireplaces if they’re not even using them?”
“Sylvie, just do it please!” Bonnie replied pulling a tray out of the brick oven. “Oh, but first make sure the porcelain is spotless. The king expects them to be perfect at tonight’s dinner.”
“Alright,” Sylvie sighed as she pulled up her long brown hair. “But it’s your fault if I break them,” she added, biting into a biscuit.
“Sylvie!” a woman hollered.
“Your grace!” Bonnie exclaimed curtseying.
“Be quiet Bonnie. Where is that rotten girl?”
“You called miss?” Sylvie asked, nervously bowing.
“Ah! There you are!” the woman grabbed Sylvie by the ear and dragged her out of the kitchen.
“What did I do Miss Kitrana? Sylvie asked as she rubbed her ear.
“Oh don’t play innocent with me girl. It’s bad luck to play games with great sorceresses like myself. Now, fess up! Why did you do it?” Kitrana demanded.
“I honestly have no idea what you are talking about,” Sylvie replied.
“Ugh!” Kitrana shrieked. She pulled out her wand and pointed it at Sylvie threateningly. “Tell me why you did it!” she commanded.
“Kitrana!” a young boy’s voice rang from down the corridor, “what, may I ask, are you doing?”
“Oh! Prince Theodore! I was just showing Sylvie what I would do if…if an…enemy were to pounce on me,” Kitrana stuttered lowering her wand. “So you see, Sylvie, you have nothing to worry about,” she said in a fake nice voice turning toward Sylvie. “If you have any more questions feel free to ask me anytime.” She then stalked past the boy and down the corridor.
heres the next part
“Oh! Prince Theodore! I was just showing Sylvie what I would do if…if an…enemy were to pounce on me,” Kitrana stuttered lowering her wand. “So you see, Sylvie, you have nothing to worry about,” she said in a fake nice voice turning toward Sylvie. “If you have any more questions feel free to ask me anytime.” She then stalked past the boy and down the corridor.
“Why is she so scared of you? You’re just a little boy,” Sylvie said, once Kitrana was out of earshot.
“I don’t know. But there is that saying that royalty are powerful even at a young age and Kitrana’s a superstitious woman,” Theodore replied, “I mean she calls herself a sorceress just because she has a birthmark the shape of a wand. Cuckoo…”
“She is a sorceress. I’ve seen her do things,” Sylvie told him.
“Oh. Well, even if she is she should still be scared of me. After all, I’m not that much of a ‘little boy.’ I’m older than you,” Theodore said proudly.
“Yeah, and shorter,” Sylvie replied. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, Your Highness, I have things to do to get ready for the dinner tonight.” She curtseyed and then ran back to the kitchen.
“What did you do to Kitrana this time, Sylvie?” Bonnie asked as Sylvie entered the kitchen.
“You got in trouble again? That’s the third time this week!” Margaret exclaimed as she peeled some potatoes.
“It wasn’t even that bad,” Sylvie said innocently. “All I did was put a little something in her dinner last night,” she muttered.
“What was that little something?” Bonnie asked as she pulled the porcelain down from its shelf.
“Oh, just some cayenne,” she replied. “But don’t worry. I didn’t get in trouble. Prince Theodore came.”
“Ooh, you were lucky this time. But don’t put anything, I repeat, anything in tonight’s dinner,” Bonnie warned, “Or else. And start that polishing!”
Chapter 2
“Quick, Sylvie! In here,” Theodore whispered, pulling back a tapestry. It was later that day. The King’s dinner was just about to start and Theodore and Sylvie didn’t want to miss a thing.
“Are you sure they won’t find us? I mean remember last time…” Sylvie asked worriedly.
“Yes, I’m positive. Last time was a different secret room. This one is foolproof. Besides, I’m sure father won’t allow the dogs in to this dinner. The king of Therut is here! That’s why I’m not allowed.” They entered through a little door behind the tapestry and walked into a little room with two peek holes in the wall.
“It’s pitch black in here!” Sylvie whispered.
“Hush! Look through that peek hole,” Theodore whispered as he looked through the other peek hole.
“Welcome all to Pombly Castle!” King Quentin started, “I thank you all for joining me, my wife Francesca and my family today for luxurious atmosphere and sumptuous food…”
“Not his whole family,” Theodore whispered harshly.
“A special welcome to King Therut and his wife Queen Emilla!” the king continued. The table erupted with clapping.
“Hey! Is that…Prince Darien!” Theodore exclaimed through the clapping. “How come…”
“Hush!” Sylvie whispered, “King Therut is talking!”
“Thank you, Quentin,” he said, “I have some rather dire news, but let’s not start the evening in a sad tone. How about some food?”
“Excellent!” King Quentin exclaimed.
cool s'ray. its all mystical and cool.
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