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From the Beggining... pt. 2 |
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The first years of my life, I don't have many memories of... thoughm I do know that I lived in the castle, but away from my family....
When I was young, many of the servants had noticed I was very odd looking. I had pinkish brown hair and golden yellow eyes, which was unheard of... is unheard of, and will be still unheard of. Though I was different, they still had to take care of me. Though I did not have 'clothes fit for royalty', I was still very comfortable with what I wore... a simple sun-dress during summer, and a simple winter attire during winter. Though they tried to grow my hair out, I repeat, tried, they really coudn't, so they kep it short with two long side braids (the on on my right is not braided but has many beads, but the one on my left is braided).
I remember that the people I was left in the care of really loved me, many of them teaching me new things. Actually, many citizens paid for my advanced schooling, which was even more advanced than that of my brothers', as I heard. Some say that my people practically loved me so much, that they did fundraising events to pay for the Smarian teachers that taught me all that I knew. Well, at least my knowledge of history, wrting, and such. Smaria is the most, if not the top, advanced techological and intellectual countries in the world. To think that even my father couldn't get my brothers an education like that.
Along with the education, I was given many extra schooling, like Murillae (Music), Arteao (art), and my favorite, Litarira (Literature). In Murillae, I had a private dancing tutor who taight me every single dance move she knew. Though I completed my trianing in a mere few months, she praised me, saying that "You are a creature of extreme grace..." and continued to train me. Becasue of that, my love of dance prospered.
Along with dancing, I learned how to sing, and I can sing very well, though I'm not very fond of it. Most of the time, my tutor in singin had a hard time with me because I would always be practicing my dancing than doing my chords: Re Go Mi Ti La Shi Fu Ka.... etc. He was very frustrated until he came up with a solution: my singing and dancing should merge. So, he arrange for Minara, my dancing teacher, to dance with me while I sing. I loved challenges, so I began to love doing both at the same time, and I don't think I can ever sing without dancing.
In Arteao, I learned how to weave. It was extremely boring, but I loved to recognize and appreciate patterns. I also tried to draw... but... that didn't really go that well.... sweatdrop
And, in Litarira, I learned how to write. Now, you would expect that this would be included in my basic schooling, but not just ordianry writing. Through Litarira, I learned over 100 languages... which is an achevement for a 'youngster like me' in Altia. But in Smaria, it was actually quite common.
Soon enough, I finished my schooling and training in a matter of a few years, those years being the happiest in my life. I was only eight when I finished.
One day, in the care of one of my nannies, I was out playing when a man on fancy looking clothes came up to me and kneeled.
"Might you be Allenia La Fayette, young lady?" he asked. I nodded. "But please, call me Al!" I replied.
He told my nanny that my father wanted to see me. she was teary eyes, but she lt me go. I remember that when I sat on the horse behind the man, I saw a large corwd of people looking at me, waving good-bye and calling for me to come back home soon.
At the castle, I finally met my father, who my people had told me little of. He stared at me, though it seemed more like a glare... and whispered something to a near-by servant, who got a surprised nad frightened look after he said it. She went over to me, refusing to answer my questions, and took my hand, pulling me behind her. I know that I though that this castle of my father's was unending, but when we finally got to the end of the hall-way, I saw a large door. I remeber that she whispered something to me before she pushed me inside nad locked the door from the out-side. "Me Tempras." (I'm sorry)
I never got to go back to my home after all.
For weeks, I stayed locked up in that room. Now, don't get me wrong, it was fancy; living quarters, a kitchen, bathroom, and a large bed. The only thing I liked about it was the large window that gave me a view of the ocean.
The servents came up three times a day at the same times to give me food, many of them looking at me with a look of pity in their eyes. Though only little would really just chat with me jsut a little, only cheering me up 'just a little'.
Nothing really eventful happend those days, and soon they turned into weeks... months.... and then, before I knew it, a year passed by. I was accustomed to performing for people during my birthdays, but I had to dance by myself and sing by my self.
On my birthday, though, many of the servants were peering through the door, watching me dance and sing to myself, talking to myself as if I were talking to someone else. Some liked it so much, they left little items outside my door for me.
For my year locked up in my room, I never really knew what was going on outside of the castle, but many servants told me that many people were revolting... again.
It seemed that some serf had let the news of me being locked up in my bedroom for a year out to the public. Boy, they must have been angry.
One day, one of my favorite nannies... which all of my nannies are my favorites, came bursting through my bed-room doors, crying in joy as she saw my face. She ran up to me as I ran up to her and we both hugged each other. I was never so happy to see anyone again. Behind her walked in the same man who I had to call "father".
He merely nodded at me and turned his heel. I remember running to him and holding on to his velvet cape. He turned his head to look at me and something wet fell on my fore-head.
I let go and he picked up his pace, walking out of sight as I stood there... me, the nine-year-old girl who had just seen the King of Altia... cry.
 Allenia La Fayette · Mon Jun 04, 2007 @ 08:35pm · 0 Comments |
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