swaying gently in the breeze grandmother willow tells a story she herself heard long ago... the day was like every other... thou this day held special magic... for today was the day to see the sites visit the palace, possibly see the princess the smells of fine foods, fresh cream, homemade breads fresh flowers of every shape, size, and color... the things to be hold were too many and too great for this little girl.. as they walked some looked at her in an odd manor... she snuggled up to mom the best she could... for they were big and a bit scary... their staffs of what seemed to be gold... were taller than most of them... had a light that most never recovered from that much was well known even in her parts... they had come far to see the palace... as for why they would not say... just they had to show me something..... the big rooms with tons of servants gave way to a torch lit hallway going down I could tell less and less was to be seen.... a light way off down the hall..... as we get closer the hall opens to a large room with strange things, made of metal.... some have people using them ..... it glows...I stop in awe of the light and the sounds mechanical sounds never hear before.... they push my all the way in t the room.... as I walk things flash and blink... things turn on the room comes alive as if by magic.... they all stop and turn ...all eyes are on me.... I try to back up but my father is there pushing me forward.... someone shouts and runs off as if to grab someone and that they did the king...I bow as a slave has to... he walks over and says so she is the one all this fuss is over as he stands me up and looks me over... gives a passing nod as if to say not bad... from that moment on my life was never the same.... to be continued.... WB: accalia carter
Posted on: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 15:40:09 +0000
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