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I was in another writing mood during school today. I might add some on since I didn't get to finish it...
Emerging from a garden was the most beautiful thing that had walkd this hellish earth. The problems that covered the surface of this forsaken land di not seem to affect the beauty.
Long brown hair cascaded down her back. Hazel eyes filled her face with happiness. The girl was rather short in height. The pur girl's footsteps were light. She walked with uch grace that it appeared that she was floating. Her red lips puffed out slightly. But they always seemed to be clasped together.
But the mystery of this girl could not be seen nor heard by any person that did not know her. She had never spoken. A mute. That's what she was. That's what people called her. A beautiful, pure, kind, nearly flawless, mute. There had been rumors that the girl sang to herself while she was alone in her garden. But non of those rumors were ever proven to be true.
The war that was going on during this time era did not have any affect of the girl. She lived her life as if nothing wrong was happening in the world. She never seemed to be bothered by the fact that she did not speak, either. She always seemed to be happy. She was never affected by the troubles in the world. But when someone dear to her was dragged into the horrors, she was woken up to reality.
The girl started to change. She started locking herself in her room. Her visits to the garden had started to wane. She no longer seemed to have a love for anything in life. People rarely saw her leave her own home anymore. When she was seen outside of her home, she did not look happy like she used to. The smile that would be spread across the girls face was very plastic and looked like someone had drawn it on her. Even at home, she was very distant. She no longer joined her family for meals or for any other kind of gathering they would have even inside their home.
This went on for months. During these months, the girl was seen running down to the front door to retrieve the mail. She would quickly look through the pile, take what was adressed to her, and leave the rest on a table near the door. Her mother had seen her run up to her room with a letter in her hand one day. A smile had been on her face. Not a fake smile. A smile of relief. Her mother never spoke of it to her daughter, though. She never saw it relevant.
The girl ran down the steps one day like any other. She opened the door to pick up the mail when she opened it to find a messenger.
"Is this your name," the man asked with a concerned voice.
The girl took a step back and nodded. She took the letter and opened it slowly and carefully.
"I'm sorry," the messenger simply said as he turned and left the girl on her porch crying.
The girl fell to her knees and his her face in her hands. Crystals rolled down her cheeks yet no sound emerged from the girl.
Eventually, the girl got up and went bak to her room. She left the opened letter on her porch, never wanting to see it again. As she ran up the stairs, she wished that this was a nightmare and all she had to do was wake up. When the girl got to her bedroom door, she stopped and took a deep breath. She shut her eyes and counted to ten in her head. She opened her eyes, hoping he would find herself in her bed, reasurring her that this was just a bad dream. But when the girl opened her eyes, she was still staring at the blank wooden door. She opened the door and slammed it as hard as she could in anger. She jumped on her bed and sat there, blaming the entire thing on herself.
The letter was telling the girl about the death of her loved one. The person was a lover. They had both been friends since they were little. He liked her for who she was. He got passed the fact that she did not speak. They both loved each other so much that speaking wasn't needed. But the problem with their relationship was like no one elses. It was forbidden for them to be together. She was the beauty who would be handed off to a handsome man who would keep her safe and let her live a rich lifestyle. This lover of hers would always have kept her safe. But he was no King or Prince. He did not have the riches that other men had. But the girl didn't mind. When the girls lover left for the war he promised her that he would be back to save her and she promised that she would wait.
So the girl sat on her bed, blaming herself for his death. She had never verbally said that she loved him. She regretted ever letting him go to the war in the first place. She nnow thought that his death was her fault. All her fault.
Years passed and the girl changed drastically. She still blamed herself. Her parents tried to get her help, but nothing worked. The garden that was once cared for by the girl was nearly dead. The swing inside of the garden was rotted away. The ropes that held the swing from a branch had been ripped and the seat of the swing was rotted away. Animals no longer stayed in the garden for long periods of time. It was no longer a happy, welcoming, area. It was left in such a way that it was like the owner had passed away and no one would be back to care for whatever plants were left.
The girl was now a woman. She looked exactly as she had those many years ago. The woman looked beautiful as always. But the aura that once surrounded her, was now gone. Her skin was now a deathly white, her lips were chapped, and her long brown hair was a mess. She now looked completely lifeless. She no longer looked at a person when she was being spoken to. The death of one person had now ruined her entire life.
The woman still never told anyone about her relationship with the lover. So when the girl locked herself away, no one had any reasons why.
One day a knock was heard on her door. The girl sat in a chair across from a mirror. The girl looked distantly into the mirror and ignored the noise coming from the door. Slowly, the door opened.
"Dear," said a sweet voice.
It was her mother. Dark red hair and bright green eyes made the woman's appearence more noticable in a crowd.
"What is wrong?"
The girl still looked distantly into the mirror at her own reflection.
Her mother picked up a brush and started combing her daughter's hair, "You need to tell us so we can help you."
The woman's gaze did not change.
"There is someone here to visit you," her mother said once she was done brushing her hair.
The woman looked up at her mother with a hopeful looked. She stood up and ran through the halls and down the stairs. She looked over towards her father who was speaking with a man. Long blonde hair covered the top of his head and bright blue eyes lit up his face. The woman's happiness dissapeared. She looked down at the floor and slowly made her way back up the stairs.
"Darling, what is the matter," her mother asked as she passed her in the hallway.
The woman looked down at the man who spoke to her father and after a moment, she kept walking. Her mother followed her and watched as her daughter sat back in the same chair as before.
"You need to tell me! Talk!"
The door was shut and the woman looked at her mother. She looked angry and sad at the same time.
"Say something! Anything!"
The woman turned her face and looked back into the mirror and stared blankly once more.
"You can't keep going on like this!"
The woman no longer showed any interest in speaking to her mother.
The mother put her hands on her daughter's shoulders and bent down so their faces were even with each other. "You are a beautiful girl. You need to be free. Don't let the death of a man ruin your life," the mother whispered in her ear.
The woman's mouth dropped. She took the metal brush from her table and slammed it as hard as she could against the mirror. She didn't care about bad omen's anymore. Nothing else could go wrong in her life now, anyways.
Her mother tried to hold her back but the woman stood up and ordered her mother out of her room.
The woman's mother would not leave so the woman did. She ran down the stairs and out the door. She ran as fast as she could to her old garden. She pushed her way through bushes. When she finally knew that she was in the middle of the untamed garden, she stopped. There was a stone bench next to an old pond. The woman sat down and thought. How had her mother known about the death of the man? Only then did she remember that she left the letter on the front fporch for anyone to read. But how could her mother be so insensitive? Obviously the woman had been in love with this man. So, why had her mother been so cold when telling her to move on? It didn't make sense to her. Her mother had always been so kind and accepting. Why had she changed now? Why had her mother finally tried to speak to her distraught daughter years after it happened.
Hours later, the girl emerged from the garden. It was dusk and the sun was setting. The girl was quiet in her room when she heard an arguement going on below her.
"No, you may not come in. She does not want to see you," her father said.
"I have to see her. Please, just let me tell her something," a farmiliar voice argued.
"No, she does not want to see anymore peasents."
"She will want to see me."
The woman quietly creeped out of her room and started to slowly near the staircase. All she had to do now was make her onto the first step. She was right there. She could not see the person at the door yet. She edged closer and closer. Right before she took her first step down the stairs, she was pulled back by a big hand.
"Where do you think you're going? You should be preparing for dinner," a Guard said, obviously being told to keep the woman from the door.
"Sir, please, let me see your daughter."
"No!"
This went on for some time as the woman tried to break free from the Guard's grip.
"I would advise you to leave before I have you removed," her father threatened.
The woman looked at the Guard as she was pushed to the ground. The woman looked at the door. Her eyes lit up at the farmiliar face. She felt the Guard's grip tighten on her ankle. She was being pulled backwards.
The woman took a deep breath in and at the top of her lungs, screamed, "Kiren!"
The arguing downstairs stopped and the man pushed his way through the woman's father and ran up the stairs.
"Get off of her," the man ordered as she pointed his sword at the Guard.
He picked the woman up and pulled her as close as he could and kissed her with every bit of passion that filled his body. The woman kissed him back and started to cry.
"You're here," the girl said as she placed her hands on his face.
"You're talking," the man said with a smile on.
The woman smiled and let the tears roll down her cheeks. She kissed him back once more. This kiss would forever seal their fate once the woman let out the three words that made her feel horrible for never saying.
"I love you," she whispered as she held him as close to her as possible.
The End.
Kk....It's longer then I thought it would be...oh well...It's not like I care.
Emerging from a garden was the most beautiful thing that had walkd this hellish earth. The problems that covered the surface of this forsaken land di not seem to affect the beauty.
Long brown hair cascaded down her back. Hazel eyes filled her face with happiness. The girl was rather short in height. The pur girl's footsteps were light. She walked with uch grace that it appeared that she was floating. Her red lips puffed out slightly. But they always seemed to be clasped together.
But the mystery of this girl could not be seen nor heard by any person that did not know her. She had never spoken. A mute. That's what she was. That's what people called her. A beautiful, pure, kind, nearly flawless, mute. There had been rumors that the girl sang to herself while she was alone in her garden. But non of those rumors were ever proven to be true.
The war that was going on during this time era did not have any affect of the girl. She lived her life as if nothing wrong was happening in the world. She never seemed to be bothered by the fact that she did not speak, either. She always seemed to be happy. She was never affected by the troubles in the world. But when someone dear to her was dragged into the horrors, she was woken up to reality.
The girl started to change. She started locking herself in her room. Her visits to the garden had started to wane. She no longer seemed to have a love for anything in life. People rarely saw her leave her own home anymore. When she was seen outside of her home, she did not look happy like she used to. The smile that would be spread across the girls face was very plastic and looked like someone had drawn it on her. Even at home, she was very distant. She no longer joined her family for meals or for any other kind of gathering they would have even inside their home.
This went on for months. During these months, the girl was seen running down to the front door to retrieve the mail. She would quickly look through the pile, take what was adressed to her, and leave the rest on a table near the door. Her mother had seen her run up to her room with a letter in her hand one day. A smile had been on her face. Not a fake smile. A smile of relief. Her mother never spoke of it to her daughter, though. She never saw it relevant.
The girl ran down the steps one day like any other. She opened the door to pick up the mail when she opened it to find a messenger.
"Is this your name," the man asked with a concerned voice.
The girl took a step back and nodded. She took the letter and opened it slowly and carefully.
"I'm sorry," the messenger simply said as he turned and left the girl on her porch crying.
The girl fell to her knees and his her face in her hands. Crystals rolled down her cheeks yet no sound emerged from the girl.
Eventually, the girl got up and went bak to her room. She left the opened letter on her porch, never wanting to see it again. As she ran up the stairs, she wished that this was a nightmare and all she had to do was wake up. When the girl got to her bedroom door, she stopped and took a deep breath. She shut her eyes and counted to ten in her head. She opened her eyes, hoping he would find herself in her bed, reasurring her that this was just a bad dream. But when the girl opened her eyes, she was still staring at the blank wooden door. She opened the door and slammed it as hard as she could in anger. She jumped on her bed and sat there, blaming the entire thing on herself.
The letter was telling the girl about the death of her loved one. The person was a lover. They had both been friends since they were little. He liked her for who she was. He got passed the fact that she did not speak. They both loved each other so much that speaking wasn't needed. But the problem with their relationship was like no one elses. It was forbidden for them to be together. She was the beauty who would be handed off to a handsome man who would keep her safe and let her live a rich lifestyle. This lover of hers would always have kept her safe. But he was no King or Prince. He did not have the riches that other men had. But the girl didn't mind. When the girls lover left for the war he promised her that he would be back to save her and she promised that she would wait.
So the girl sat on her bed, blaming herself for his death. She had never verbally said that she loved him. She regretted ever letting him go to the war in the first place. She nnow thought that his death was her fault. All her fault.
Years passed and the girl changed drastically. She still blamed herself. Her parents tried to get her help, but nothing worked. The garden that was once cared for by the girl was nearly dead. The swing inside of the garden was rotted away. The ropes that held the swing from a branch had been ripped and the seat of the swing was rotted away. Animals no longer stayed in the garden for long periods of time. It was no longer a happy, welcoming, area. It was left in such a way that it was like the owner had passed away and no one would be back to care for whatever plants were left.
The girl was now a woman. She looked exactly as she had those many years ago. The woman looked beautiful as always. But the aura that once surrounded her, was now gone. Her skin was now a deathly white, her lips were chapped, and her long brown hair was a mess. She now looked completely lifeless. She no longer looked at a person when she was being spoken to. The death of one person had now ruined her entire life.
The woman still never told anyone about her relationship with the lover. So when the girl locked herself away, no one had any reasons why.
One day a knock was heard on her door. The girl sat in a chair across from a mirror. The girl looked distantly into the mirror and ignored the noise coming from the door. Slowly, the door opened.
"Dear," said a sweet voice.
It was her mother. Dark red hair and bright green eyes made the woman's appearence more noticable in a crowd.
"What is wrong?"
The girl still looked distantly into the mirror at her own reflection.
Her mother picked up a brush and started combing her daughter's hair, "You need to tell us so we can help you."
The woman's gaze did not change.
"There is someone here to visit you," her mother said once she was done brushing her hair.
The woman looked up at her mother with a hopeful looked. She stood up and ran through the halls and down the stairs. She looked over towards her father who was speaking with a man. Long blonde hair covered the top of his head and bright blue eyes lit up his face. The woman's happiness dissapeared. She looked down at the floor and slowly made her way back up the stairs.
"Darling, what is the matter," her mother asked as she passed her in the hallway.
The woman looked down at the man who spoke to her father and after a moment, she kept walking. Her mother followed her and watched as her daughter sat back in the same chair as before.
"You need to tell me! Talk!"
The door was shut and the woman looked at her mother. She looked angry and sad at the same time.
"Say something! Anything!"
The woman turned her face and looked back into the mirror and stared blankly once more.
"You can't keep going on like this!"
The woman no longer showed any interest in speaking to her mother.
The mother put her hands on her daughter's shoulders and bent down so their faces were even with each other. "You are a beautiful girl. You need to be free. Don't let the death of a man ruin your life," the mother whispered in her ear.
The woman's mouth dropped. She took the metal brush from her table and slammed it as hard as she could against the mirror. She didn't care about bad omen's anymore. Nothing else could go wrong in her life now, anyways.
Her mother tried to hold her back but the woman stood up and ordered her mother out of her room.
The woman's mother would not leave so the woman did. She ran down the stairs and out the door. She ran as fast as she could to her old garden. She pushed her way through bushes. When she finally knew that she was in the middle of the untamed garden, she stopped. There was a stone bench next to an old pond. The woman sat down and thought. How had her mother known about the death of the man? Only then did she remember that she left the letter on the front fporch for anyone to read. But how could her mother be so insensitive? Obviously the woman had been in love with this man. So, why had her mother been so cold when telling her to move on? It didn't make sense to her. Her mother had always been so kind and accepting. Why had she changed now? Why had her mother finally tried to speak to her distraught daughter years after it happened.
Hours later, the girl emerged from the garden. It was dusk and the sun was setting. The girl was quiet in her room when she heard an arguement going on below her.
"No, you may not come in. She does not want to see you," her father said.
"I have to see her. Please, just let me tell her something," a farmiliar voice argued.
"No, she does not want to see anymore peasents."
"She will want to see me."
The woman quietly creeped out of her room and started to slowly near the staircase. All she had to do now was make her onto the first step. She was right there. She could not see the person at the door yet. She edged closer and closer. Right before she took her first step down the stairs, she was pulled back by a big hand.
"Where do you think you're going? You should be preparing for dinner," a Guard said, obviously being told to keep the woman from the door.
"Sir, please, let me see your daughter."
"No!"
This went on for some time as the woman tried to break free from the Guard's grip.
"I would advise you to leave before I have you removed," her father threatened.
The woman looked at the Guard as she was pushed to the ground. The woman looked at the door. Her eyes lit up at the farmiliar face. She felt the Guard's grip tighten on her ankle. She was being pulled backwards.
The woman took a deep breath in and at the top of her lungs, screamed, "Kiren!"
The arguing downstairs stopped and the man pushed his way through the woman's father and ran up the stairs.
"Get off of her," the man ordered as she pointed his sword at the Guard.
He picked the woman up and pulled her as close as he could and kissed her with every bit of passion that filled his body. The woman kissed him back and started to cry.
"You're here," the girl said as she placed her hands on his face.
"You're talking," the man said with a smile on.
The woman smiled and let the tears roll down her cheeks. She kissed him back once more. This kiss would forever seal their fate once the woman let out the three words that made her feel horrible for never saying.
"I love you," she whispered as she held him as close to her as possible.
The End.
Kk....It's longer then I thought it would be...oh well...It's not like I care.