Thinking about you...when I'm supposed not to

Yup, exactly what the quotes said. I woke up today, thinking that I have to post this no matter what. It's such a strange feeling because whenever I hear a love song or reading quotes, it made me think of you. In fact, I think about you a lot. Though I promised myself to concentrate on my studies but my mind just wanders off to you instead. I don't know how I got to fall for a guy like you but I did and it was unexpected. I don't remember the exact date that I fell for you but I realised that my heart has been thumping really hard in my chest whenever you're around.

How did it come to this? I promised myself to focus on gettng 7As this year to make my parents proud but instead, I'm wavering from that path because of you. I keep thinking on how to catch your eye but I got scared and instead pretended I don't care for you. Though I don't want to admit it, I wish I am able to pursue 'us' but stuff like religion and worries get in my way.

I almost got heart-broken after hearing that you already like a girl from your class from a not-so-reliable source. I wish that 'source' could just shut his bloody mouth from spitting anymore lies. I told myself that it have a chance to be true but there's also a chance that it might not be true. So, I pretended I didn't care about the rumour but I do care.

I care if you got hurt. I care if you feel sad. I care if you were left out. I care if you got the same classes with me. I care, I care, I care...that I couldn't look you in the eye; that I avoided you; that I might be harsh on you. In short, I care about you.

I need to be strong if I don't want anything to stand in my way. I need to go for it if I think that I might have a chance. I need to be just...be me if I want you to like me back.

Story: Chapter 1 (Part 4-updated)

A/N(Update): Hi guys! Once again, I updated this part to make it much more interesting (I hope). Thanks for telling me my flaws and commenting, sweet_me! It helped a lot!! Gotta do my Geo project now...Bye for now!

════
~Benjamin POV~


“Ben, wake up! We have to go to school!” Lizzy shouted.

“No! I don’t wanna” I replied, sleepily.

“C’mon! WAKE UP!” light suddenly shines on my face as the duvet was pulled from my bed.

“LIZZY!!!” I shouted at my sister, Lizzy.

“What? Give me three reasons why you hate school and I'll let you go!” she shouted back.

“First, you’re probably the most popular girl in school which makes everyone at school look down on me and secondly, it’s not the school that I wanted to go!” I shouted. "Lastly, Mum and Dad is not here!" I said, not thinking properly. I’m just angry at Lizzy, my parents and even the whole world for not preventing that day at the train station from happening.

Lizzy, saw through my words paused, looked at me with her pleading eyes. She's probably trying to tell me not to make things worse. “Ben, I know that things have been hard for you. It has been for me too. So can you please stop and think what would Mum and Dad would do if they saw you behave like this?” she said. I stopped and think for a while and finally said, “Fine”.

“Good. Now go put on some clothes. Breakfast is waiting for you at the table,” Lizzy said, as she tidied up my room, which I secretly think can almost compete with ‘The Hoarders’ show. “Geez, why can’t you just throw these away?” Lizzy said as she held up a few of my comic books that she plucked out from my collection. “Or better yet; sell them! And what about this…”

“Yeah, whatever you say. Go ahead and sell them for all I care,” I mumbled, not listening to her rambling. I slipped on a black shirt with a picture of a skull and red ink on it. The red ink or ‘blood’ is splattered all over the shirt revealing my gothic side. Lizzy never like the shirt because she thinks it’s too black. “Whatever” I said to her when she tried to talk me out of it. I quickly grabbed my messenger bag and ran out of the room.
I ran down the stairs leading to the living room and jogged towards the kitchen. I saw that no one was in the kitchen and an empty plate was sitting there at the table. 'Mr Kingstone must have left in a hurry', I thought when I saw a few crumbs near the plate. I stopped abruptly at the kitchen table, making me almost lost my footing and grabbed a sandwich. I ran out of the door before Lizzy could stop me. Even if she could, I will sneak behind her back anyway.

When I finally got out of the front door, I stopped to stare at my grandparents’ detached house. Although a man, Mr Kingstone who is not blood-related to the family is taking care and living with me and Lizzy in that house, the land is under my family’s surname, Waine. It’s just that Mr Kingstone agreed to take care of us, for the sake of his old friend, my grandfather.

Before I turn my back, I spotted Lizzy staring at me through the living room’s window. Then, she grabbed a rectangular object and brought it close to her ear. Suddenly, I heard a loud ringing coming from my back pocket of my jeans. I took out my cell phone and pressed the green answering button. Immediately, I can hear her calm, soothing voice.

“I told the school that you got a fever” I heard her say.

“Thanks, Lizzy” I said.

“…I need you to stay safe, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am”

“I almost forgot…”

“What?”

“Happy anniversary”

“…You too, Lizzy.”

“Good. I have to go to school now”.

“Bye. See you at home, sis”

“You better”

I hung up after that. I waved good-bye at Lizzy before I walk along the pavement. I munched on the bacon sandwich that I grabbed in a hurry while I walk towards a nearby park. There were a few people around so I sat on a bench near the trees. I swallowed the last of my sandwich before I stare into the open space, thinking.

May 23rd. Today is the third anniversary of the day when my parents left me and Lizzy on a bus to Sioux Falls. I was only twelve and Lizzy fourteen when my dad told us to find our grandparents’ old house. I leaned back on the bench and closed my eyes, my mind travelled back to the time at the train station where I last saw Mum and Dad…

3 years earlier…

“Why do we have to look for Grandpa and Grandma’s house? They’re already dead anyway” I said when Lizzy and I were lining up. Dad ignored the question and said, “Just find a man called Mr Kingstone. He’s living in your grandparents’ old house now. Tell him your names and he will take care of you”.

I looked at both Mum and Dad through confused eyes. Even though they tried to hide it, I can see that there’s anxiety in their eyes ever since they asked us to pack our bags with food and clothes in that same morning. “Why won’t you come with us? Did we do something wrong?” I asked, probing for answers.

“No, my little Ben, you didn’t anything wrong”, Mum said with her British accent as she bent down to touch my face. “Then, why are you leaving us? Also, I don’t like being called ‘little’. I’m already twelve!” I said a bit annoyed. Mum laughed. “I know. You’re growing up very fast, Ben. You deserve to know why we are asking this of you but we cannot tell you at this moment”, she said. “Fine”, I said even though I’m not so satisfied with her answer.

“Will you come and look for us?” Lizzy, always the mature one, asked. “Yes, of course. No matter where you both go, your father and I will always find you”, said Mum before she wraps her arms around both of us. Dad, too, gave us one last hug before we step on the train.

THUMP! “Ouch!”

My memory quickly vanished the moment I heard these sounds. I opened my eyes abruptly and stood up slowly. ‘Did someone fall just now? Where did that person fell from? I wonder if he’s alright’, I thought as I walked towards a tree where the voice came from.

As I glanced behind the tree, I felt a push behind me and I slipped at the roots of the tree. ‘Someone just pushed me!’ I thought angrily. I turned around to see my attacker, about to give her a piece of my mind.

‘Wait—what? It’s a her?’ I thought surprised with what—who I saw. Staring back at me is a girl with long silky black hair and golden eyes. “I’m sorry I pushed you, sir. I assumed that you were an enemy of mine”, she spoke in the same British accent like Mum does. “In return of helping you up from the filthy ground, would you be so kind to tell me where am I, sir?”

I stared at her, didn’t believe what I just heard. “You were the one who pushed me?” I said out loud. I find it hard to believe that this girl who looks to be smaller than me in size but still can push a football player like me easily. “Yes and I apologize again if I caused you any injury”, she said. I don’t want to admit it but I’m starting to feel a bit painful at my back where she pushed me. I stood up, struggling not to trip on any of the roots.

When I looked at her again, an image of Mr Kingstone suddenly appeared in my head, merging with the image of the girl. I realised that they looked quite alike in features although the girl have golden eyes and Mr Kingstone has deep green eyes. Suddenly, I want to know more about this girl and Mr Kingstone and how are they connected. I felt a static feeling flowing through me—the kind that makes you feel like an adventure is coming—for the first time since the day at the train station.

“Who the hell are you?” I finally asked, wanting some answers.

════
A/N: Hope you enjoy the story so far! Comment now!! XD

Story: Chapter 1 (Part 3-originally from part 1)

A/N: The 3rd part of the chapter as promised! Thanks for commenting, Lonelyness! I will support your story by commenting too!! ^^

~Camille POV~
I screamed as loud as I can before running. When I started running, the skeleton only tilts its head and tried to open its jaw like he wanted to say something. Unfortunately, it doesn’t have the vocal chords like he used to when it’s alive. So, it moved as carefully as it can to make sure the bones still stick together while I ran like the wildest horse, not caring if I broke a rib or two.


At last, I reached the outside world, panting. I closed the door, knowing that the moving skeleton is going to take a long time to reach the entrance. I ran around the bell tower where I last saw Grandpa. As expected, he was there waiting with his back facing the wall. “Camille, I heard your scream! What happened?!” he half-shouted and half-whispered, worried that someone might hear him. I explained quickly and he relaxed a bit. "As long as you're alright", he sighed.

I realised that he was holding the pouch over his shoulder where a potruding bone threatens to tear my grandfather’s skin. When he put away the red pouch, the protruding bone is gone! It has been cured! I let out a gasp of amazement when Grandpa stretched his arm and not groaning in pain when he did. “Good as new”, he said to himself as he grinned. He saw me with my jaw dropped and laughed softly. “I’ll explain to you later”, he just said.

Suddenly, I felt many people surrounded us and one of them pointed his sword at me. “Don’t move a muscle”, the man behind me warned. I felt trapped because I couldn’t take out the knife because I know that the men around us can hurt us much better than me.

“My, my, such a lovely party we have here”, a sickly sing-song voice suddenly sounded behind us—a voice that I now hated so much. I looked at where the voice was and there she was; Septima. She snatched the red pouch from Grandpa’s hand. He glared at her when she said, “Thank you, Robert for fetching us a special ingredient for our plan”. I assume when she mentioned ‘them’ that she meant her and her henchmen.

What I didn’t expect was a green slate-looking stone fell from the red pouch onto the old lady’s open palm. ‘All my hard work for a stone?!’ I thought angrily.

“What?! That’s your plan for killing the phoenix?! Using a harmless stone?!” the man behind me shouted, frustrated. “Quiet, Fresnar! Don’t you know that this is a scale from a jade dragon?! I assure you that it can stop the phoenix from attacking the village—and your family”, the old lady huffed. “Hmph! How do you plan to do that, Septima? The only good thing about the ‘oh-so mighty dragon scale is that it’s shiny!” Fresnar spat, obviously not convinced with Septima’s words.

Septima just smiled and walked towards the front of the bell tower. “Do not go in there!” Grandpa warned, unexpectedly. “There’s an evil spirit that resides in that tower. If you go in there, your life is at risk!” Grandpa continued. Septima just laughed. “Oh my, Robert, don’t you know that it’s essential for a spirit as dark as the one in the tower to be sacrificed to activate the power in this scale?” she mocked. Though I heard everything correctly, I do not understand a word they just said. It’s like they spoke in a different language entirely.

Before Grandpa can open his mouth, I heard Fresnar groaned. I turned to see that he was holding his arm. It was bleeding! “Wh-what happened?!” he shouted. Then I felt something whooshed past me and another man was bleeding. It happened again a few more times but even faster with every blow. Then, in less than a moment I realised all the men are lying on the ground, dead.

“What, who killed my men?! Answer me, Kingstone!” Septima shouted as she approached Grandpa. “It wasn’t me, I swear”, Grandpa told her. “But I did”, said a voice so familiar. I almost cried with joy when I saw my father holding hands with my mother, so relieved that they saved me and Grandpa.

“Mother! Father!” I cried as I ran to them and hugged them. Father hugged me back and Mother almost squeezed me to death with her tight but warm hug. “Oh my, such an interesting reunion; a family of witches? This is the luckiest day of my life!!” Septima laughed maniacally. ‘A family of witches? What is she talking about? Is she crazy?’ I thought.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew around us—no, the howling wind came from Septima!

“Tonitru ventus!” cried Septima. The wind threw my parents, Grandpa and me backwards into the wall of the tower, causing us to pass out.

“We will meet again in the future”, Septima whispered before darkness finally overwhelmed me.

════

A/N: Cliffhanger!! Lol...Comment ok? ;D
 

Story: Chapter 1 (Part 2-originally from part 1)

A/N: Hi again! This is the 2nd part of the 1st chapter as promised but this is originally from the 1st part but I split it into 3 parts now. So, it's going to be 4 parts for this chapter. I didn't change this part and the next part much;only a bit of the description. So sorry guys. Be patient with me if you want to read the rest of the chapter. Don't forget to comment! So far, only sweet_me commented. Thanks, sweet_me!
════
~Camille POV~

“Men, tie him somewhere outside. The rest of you can go back to your homes and—sleep,” Septima chuckled at her last word while everyone in the room obeyed her command. I noticed that their faces were emotionless as if they were under some kind of spell. I quickly ran and hid behind a pillar which is 20 metres away from the entrance before the swarm of villagers shuffled out of the hall. There's no one else than them that's not under a spell except for one group of people who is dragging my limp grandfather’s body.


The group of men tied Grandpa to a pillar right in front of the entrance and I almost thought that Grandpa was dead. I let out a sigh of relief when a soft groan from my grandfather proved my suspicions to be wrong. I quickly hid again behind the huge pillar before one of the men turned around towards my direction, having heard my sigh. He quickly dismissed it, probably thought it was just his mind playing a trick on him.

When the coast is once again clear, I took a peek at the group hovering around Grandpa. Septima let out a cackling laugh followed by her men. They must be laughing at her cruel joke about Grandpa. 'How can she do this? Why' I thought, enraged that I was the one who brought her to the village. They left shortly after that.

I made sure that they were completely gone before walking towards Grandpa. “Grandpa, are you alright?” I whispered softly but loud enough for him to jolt at my presence. “Oh, it’s only you”, he replied, weakly but relieved that it was only me. I smiled, relief overwhelmed me. Although Grandpa didn’t visit me at all at the mansion but I am aware of the beautiful gifts and delightful letters that he sent as apologies. I always forgave him because my mother told me that he has a big responsibility and I must understand that he wishes to visit me and my parents deeply.

“Look behind the pillar, you’ll find something that will help you cut these ropes off”, Grandpa instructed. I obeyed. I found a knife hidden under the cracks of the stone, making it almost unseen. I knew that my grandfather put it there, because in his letters he always explain how important that we must be prepared for anything.

I sliced the ropes with ease, making me realised how sharp the knife really is. Grandpa really is ready for anything, which means that there might be trouble. I quickly steadied my weak grandfather when he almost slipped and asked him a question that has been bothering me the most; what in the world is going on?

“Do you know the tale of the Ancient King?” Grandpa asked. “I only know the folklore”, I replied while trying to support Grandpa’s weight. “The beast that attacks the village is the phoenix…” Grandpa said, softly. “What? You mean the folklore is real?” I said, shocked with the discovery. Grandpa nodded.

“You came with Septima, didn’t you? You see, she’s my cousin but we’re not blood-related though”, Grandpa said, shamefully. “She’s your cousin?! Why would she want to do this to you?” I asked disbelief and anger grew inside me. Grandpa paused before answering, “That’s a matter brought up from the past that should have been never brought up”.

I realised that there’s something in his voice that made me stopped asking questions.“Take me to the tower”, he commanded suddenly. I obeyed reluctantly. He nudged my hand indicating to bring him behind the bell tower.

“Grandpa, what are we doing?” I whispered when I helped him sit down on an abandoned wooden crate. Grandpa sighed, “Don’t your parents ever tell you anything?” I thought about that and shook my head. He sighed again as if this bothers him why my parents did not tell me. It seems that I should know about whatever that my parents has been hiding from me. “Your parents must have a reason for not telling you, I assume but I’ll tell you this just in case. The phoenix usually attack at night. That’s why we’re hiding, since the sun is going to set soon. The problem is; how to stop the phoenix?” he whispered the last sentence, almost making it almost unheard. Suddenly, he looked at me and looked at the tower and at me again. “I’ve got an idea but you must do what I ask”, he said.

“Alright, I’ll do it if it can help you stop the phoenix from attacking the village”, I said honestly. “Good. Now, listen carefully. Go inside the tower and look for a red pouch on the top floor where the bell is”, he said with a cautious and urgent voice. “What will I have to do if I found it?” I asked, wondering how a red pouch can help us. “Throw it out the window from the floor below where the bell is. That way, I will know it’s you”, he continued.

Grandpa pushed me with his hand that is not badly damaged before I could ask anymore. “If anything goes wrong, stab the object inside the red pouch with the knife. Now go”, he said firmly. This time I didn’t want to ask anymore questions probably because of the fear that I can hear in his voice. I walked softly towards the door that leads inside the bell tower. I looked around me, making sure no one is watching me. Satisfied, I went inside and climbed the stairs that leads to the bell. I noticed there were spider webs stuck on the corners of the ceiling and dust on the railings of the stairs.

I found it a bit strange that I find no one there. Not the guards; not even the bell keeper. ‘Why would the villagers build this bell tower if they didn’t use or even step foot in this place for years?’ I thought as I counted the windows as I passed each floor. There were two windows on each floor and there were six floors so which makes that there are twelve of them in this tower.

I paused when I felt something moved. I turned around as I took out the knife slowly from my dress pocket which was big enough and the material inside is custom-made to not be torn—or sliced with a knife easily. My mother was the one who sewn this dress. I don’t know how did she make the material this way but I don't wonder about it because it keeps me safe. “That’s the most important thing”, she would say.

I looked around for any sign of movement but there wasn’t any. Suddenly, something scurried past me and I immediately point the knife at the creature. I paused when the creature’s eyes met mine.

I put the knife back into my pocket when I saw how silly I was when I point the knife at the ‘creature’ when it’s only a rat! I sighed, “You frightened me. I apologise for my rudeness”. The rat squeaked in reply before it scurried away. All those years of training in swordsmanship, I, Camille Blackspear am afraid of a rat!

Even though I’m only thirteen, my parents trained me in the hand of the sword since I was three. It was a difficult experience. My parents would be so hard on me whenever we’re in training. As a kid, I didn’t understand why they have to force me to hold the sword at such a young age but I went through it anyway. Like all the people that have undergone hard training for years, I became almost as good as my parents.

I continued climbing the stairs until I reached its end. I gasped when I saw a human skeleton hanging by its neck in front of me. I closed my mouth with my hand to keep myself from screaming. “So, that’s why they don’t want to come here, they think it’s haunted!” I said to myself when I saw a piece of plank hanging around its neck with a word written in blood that says "Beware".
Then, I noticed a red object partly covered by the dark behind the bell. I gathered all the courage that I have and made my way towards the mysterious object. I walked more cautiously when I passed by the skeleton. Whatever killed that person, I have to be cautious and stay alive.

Suddenly, I heard a ‘ping’ when I took a step further from the skeleton. I ran towards the bell when I was almost shot by an arrow. I took cover behind the bell and reached for the red pouch. I snatched it quickly and ran again towards the stairs while trying to avoid the arrows flying at me.

I ran towards the stairs; sometimes skipping a few steps to fasten my pace. When I reached the promised window, I quickly threw the red pouch out of the window. I heard a soft ‘thud’ and soft shuffling steps. I peeked at the window and looked down.

I saw Grandpa gave me the thumbs-up sign and I smiled at him. I ran down the stairs again, faster with every skip. Then, I felt something strange. It’s not like one of those sick feelings you get after running around spiral steps but like something but it’s like someone so dark is watching you. I paused and looked around trying to spot a pair of eyes.

Then, I spotted them, those pair of eyes when I looked up. It’s not the fact that there’s someone was watching me that frighten me but the fact that these pair of eyes belong to someone dead.

════
A/N: Comment, comment, comment! ><

Story: Chapter 1 (Part 1-updated)

A/N (update): Hi guys! I changed this part of the chapter a LOT so you have to re-read it. If you haven't, just read on. I might have to change the 2nd part of the chapter to 3rd part or 4th part because I find the 1st part quite long. So, all the more reason you have to read again. I'm sorry guys!! Hope you enjoy!

════
~Camille POV~


My eyes widened for the first time. In front of me is the most beautiful scene; mountains with snow-covered peaks and the forest that seems to grow taller every time I blink. It was magnificent! I ran along the path that has been dug out by the servants this morning while covering my face with my shawl. Well, they aren’t actually my ‘servants’. They’re just a group of people from the village assigned to watch over me and my parents.

As I slow down my pace, I remembered the things that I overheard from the servants these last few days. Of course they’re just rumours but for some unknown reason—even unknown to me, I have to confirm it no matter what. I stopped to take a breath and in front of me a village tower stood mightily where it holds a huge silver bell. According to my mother, it is used for informing the villagers of incoming danger or to announce the arrival of important guests although I never hear it ring.


It reminded me of the small bell at home which instead is used for signalling mealtimes. Mother would go ballistic if she founds out that I ran away. I did not run away from my luxurious home because I felt it’s like a prison for me (although I do feel like that at times). I ran away because today I woke up, feeling something was going to happen in the village today that I want--need to take part in.
Although I doubt the villagers would let it. Why? To the villagers, black hair and golden eyes are bad omens, so to get rid of these ‘bad omens’ which includes me and my father, they burned out our old house to drive us away from the village. Of course, it worked but as the village elder’s daughter, my mother put a stop to this.

The villagers think that my mother is insane for marrying my father when she already has a fiancé. Even though the villagers are reluctant to follow my mother’s orders, they agreed to let us build a home far away from the village under the supervision of a few trusted villagers. I was only three years old then.

Even though I’m happy to be far away from the village, I still have one question; why were the villagers so against black hair and golden eyes? I tried asking my father but he just shrug it off and quickly change the topic. It was really strange because whenever I asked him questions, he always tried to answer them. I shook my head to make myself concentrate on the problem that I have to face now; how to get in to the village without being noticed.

“Excuse me, miss!” a voice said behind me. I pulled my hood lower to my hide my face. I turned around and saw an old lady covered in a black cloak, limping towards me. “Miss, can you tell me the way to the village hall? I’m new a traveled here from another village”, she asked. Then suddenly, an idea popped into my head. I can pretend to be this old lady's granddaughter! I thought the plan was brilliant because the villagers love travellers and welcome them as if they're equally important to the queen. The downside of it is probably my facial features but I can hide my face with just my hood and shawl.
 “Of course. I’m on my way there myself”, I smiled and took the old lady’s elderly hand and lead her to the village hall. “Oh dear, you don’t need to bother yourself. I can still walk just fine”, she said, a bit surprised at my sudden gesture.

“Oh no. I don’t want to tire you since you have travelled a long way to come to this village”

"But, it will be a bother to you, child"

"Yes, but I like to be bothered and I can let you stay overnight at my house. It's dangerous at night."

"...then, I must return your help"

"Oh? Like how?" I smiled, knowing that the old lady was falling for my trap. "Oh, perhaps letting me do the chores?" she suggested. "The servants can do that but..." I paused, pretend to think. "I know! You can pretend to be my grandmother for the day! Imagine what funny faces when the villagers realised that you're actually not her!" I laughed.
"Oh dear. I shouldn't encourage you but it does sound rather amusing. Alright, I will act as your grandmother for today but I need to go to the village hall first", agreed the old lady. "Very well, let's go then. My name is Camille", I said, thinking that I should tell her my first name only to be safe. "Septima Cora Achillea is my given name but you can call me Septima or Grandma if you like", she chuckled and I laughed at the joke. 

When we arrived outside of the village hall, a guard blocked my way. "This hall is restricted for little children", the guard said in a bellowing voice while looking at me. I was about to say that I'm not a child anymore and that I just turned thirteen but Septima stepped in first. "Hello", she said coolly. "Hello. I've never seen you around before, are you a traveller?" the guard asked. The atmosphere seem to become much friendlier than before so I kept my mouth shut.

"Oh, why yes! We came from another village. This is my...granddaughter, Cammie", Septima hesitated a bit but the guard doesn't seem to notice. "A traveller eh? Are you perhaps from...?" I stopped listening to their conversation because I'm worried about the villagers that passed by behind us. Some looked at my direction but I looked down to avoid any eye contact.

"Well, I should let you and your granddaughter in now but it's going to be hard to find anywhere to sit", I heard the guard say. "Oh, it's alright as long we can get in there", Septima said as she smiled. "Very well then", the guard said as he opened the door to the village hall. "Thank you", Septima and I both chimed.

I winced at the sight of the villagers arguing in the village hall. Seeing that scene, I remembered the angry faces that the villagers made when they burnt our house. I gripped the old lady’s hand, afraid that I will lose her. It’s kind of scary to be the only child present there, surrounded by adults arguing about the current happenings in the village. “Politics”, Father would say.

“Shall we sit down?” Septima asked. I smiled to let her know we can. We found a seat at a small bench behind the village elder. It was the only space left in the entire room.

“We must not let this continue!”

“Capture them!”

“They’re the cause of these murders!”

I was confused. “What are they talking about?” I asked Septima. “Oh, you didn’t hear, child?” she looked at me, genuinely confused. “No, apparently not”, I replied. For two weeks, I’ve been locked up by my parents in my bedroom and not a word came to me except the rumours about a beast.
This ‘beast’ is supposedly peaceful but it just attacked and killed the villagers for no reason. Some died tried to kill the beast or defend their families. So I heard.

The elder, my grandfather stood up and everyone fell silent. “We shall not accuse them blindly on a groundless basis that they have black hair and golden eyes. We need to investigate thoroughly the true cause behind the beast’s attacks”, he said followed by an uproar from the villagers.

One man, a tall and sturdy man in his thirties, stood up. “Excuse me for my rudeness, Elder but aren’t you being unfair to us? We have been dealing with many problems ever since your daughter had a child with that cursed man!” he literally spat out the last part with so much anger and hatred that I could feel the hairs standing on the back of my head. Once again, the villagers were in an uproar.

“Don’t forget that you used to be my daughter’s fiancé, Gregory. My daughter would certainly hate me if I were to drive you away from the village. In fact, the whole village would turn against me if I were to do that”, my grandfather said while glaring at Gregory. Gregory glared back. When Grandpa revealed that Gregory used to be my mother’s fiancé, I was shocked. How can Mother used to love this vengeful man? ‘But I shouldn’t judge him. Mother mentioned that sometimes love can hurt someone unintentionally’, I thought.

I sighed because all this commotion prevented me from finding my parents. Even though I can’t see them, I know they’re hiding somewhere in the hall. I know that whenever my grandfather calls for a meeting in the village hall, they would go but with a disguise. They always do because they do not want to be chased out by the villagers again.

“What’s wrong, child?” asked Septima when she saw me intently looking at the crowd of the villagers. “Oh. It’s nothing. I’m…just looking for my parents”, I said as I focus my attention to the old lady. “Are they in there?” she asked as she extends her bony finger at the crowd. “I’m not sure”, I replied, looking a bit down. “Say, do you know where to look for your parents?” she asked, smiling. I stared at her and for some reason; I find her face vaguely familiar. “Forgive me if I were to sound that I’m intruding your personal business, but what is your purpose for coming here and why at this time?” I asked, choosing my words carefully. She did not reply but kept on smiling.

Then, I saw a familiar figure on the doorway. Her back was facing me but I instantly recognised that it was my mother. I ran towards her while avoiding the people thrashing one another. When I was about to hug her, I fell straight into a pile of snow. ‘What? What just happened?’ I thought as I struggled out of the snow. I looked around and saw that Mother was gone.

BANG! CRASH!

“What was that?” I said to myself. I walked cautiously towards the entrance of the village hall then I glanced inside. To my horror, I saw Grandpa beaten up by three men while the villagers around them cheering. A female figure—one that’s very familiar, raised her hand and all the villagers stopped cheering and looked at her. I couldn’t believe it! It was Septima!

════
A/N: Comment please!! ^^ 2nd part of the chapter is coming right up!

Story: Prologue

A/N: 'Sup guys? As promised, exam's over and I just finished editing the prologue but not the 1st chapter. I'm still going to post the 1st chapter anyway. Don't forget to comment. I need feedback to improve. Btw, I changed the so-called mysterious man's name to Kingstone. If you don't know what I mean, check the previous post where I wrote the sneak peak to the story. The name was suggested by my lil' sis. Now, on with the story!

══════       
~Prologue~
“Mother, can you tell me a story?”


The young woman turned to face her four-year-old daughter who is already tucked in her lavish bed, waiting for a story to unfold from her beautiful lips.

“Alright, I will tell you about a king who has two sons. One of them lo-“

“Wait, not yet!” the little girl said as she adjusted herself into a sitting position. “Now, I’m ready to listen”. The woman smiled. She too, adjusted herself on the bed and begins to tell the story that was passed down from her father whose mother passed it to him previously.

Once upon a time, in a faraway country, lives a young prince. This prince loves to sail on adventures with his two closest friends but one day, he was stabbed by a siren. They trespassed into her territory without realising but it’s not just any territory, it was a phoenix’s resting place and the siren is her guardian.


Although the siren threatened to kill them if they do not leave, the prince insisted to continue the journey without disturbing the phoenix’s resting place. The siren angered by the prince’s harsh words, stabbed him where his heart lay and the prince instantly died. Both the prince’s closest friends avenged him by killing the siren with their bewitched arrows.


Before she died, the siren muttered a powerful curse onto her murderers. ‘When you return to your homeland, each of you will bring calamity to your family and your descendants have to forage on the dirt for happiness,’ she cursed before she breathed her last breath.


When they went back to their country, they delivered the news of the prince’s death and corpse to the king. When he saw his son’s corpse, he became very depressed but held a funeral for the prince with a calm face. Although he dislikes his son’s friends, he forgave them for what they did and allowed them to attend the funeral. He offered his help to break the curse, but as humble as they are, the prince’s friends refused.


So, they went back to their own homes but like the siren’s curse foretold, both themselves and their families fell ill. When the news spread to the king’s ears, he immediately sailed to the phoenix’s resting place. He called out to the phoenix on a boulder in front of the resting place, ‘Awaken o beast of fire! Save my dead son’s friends from their curse!’ The phoenix, awaken by the king’s summon, tested him.


‘My dear king, as you know, I have the power to back the dead. Don’t you not wish your son to live once more?’ said the phoenix. ‘Phoenix, I too wished to be with my son but Death has taken him far within from anyone’s reach. Though, as a king, I wished that my people will be safe and living a blissful life,’ the king replied, solemnly. The phoenix, astounded by the king’s brave and honest reply, gave him her tears.


‘These, my king, are my tears. These can save your son’s friends from the siren’s curse and they can do many things beyond your imagination. Keep them in a vial in a place somewhere safe’, said the phoenix. When the king returned to his country, he used a few drops of the tears to break the curse. The whole country celebrated with a big feast when the curse was lifted.


Just like the phoenix instructed, the king put the tears in a vial and kept in a room in the castle where only the king knows and only him and his bloodline can enter.

The young woman finished the story when she saw that her daughter finally closed her eyes. She chuckled softly before she tucked the little girl’s body under the duvet. She kissed her forehead and whispered, “Sweet dreams, my beloved Camille. You’re going to need it in the future”.

════

A/N: Comment now!! >.< I'm dying to know what you guys would say. Chapter 1 coming up!

Story and new blog coming soon...

Exactly what the title said. Although, you guys have to wait for both the story and the new blog a long time since mid-year exam's coming up and I still haven't finish both of my projects. For you guys' satisfaction, I'll write in here a sneak peek of my story and a little bit about my blog.

Here's the sneak peek (be grateful. I've been working on it for a while now =.=)

Camille is a 13-year-old girl who lived in the 15th century of England and was out casted by the society because of her black hair and golden eyes. When she tried to help her grandfather save her village, she was forced into time and stumbled upon an American boy living in the 21st century...

Benjamin, abandoned by his parents at the age of 12, was forced to live in his dead grandparents' home with his sister and a mysterious man called Mr. Kingstone. Now, 3 years later, he find himself bumping into a strange girl with black hair and golden eyes...

Together, they find themselves connected in many strange ways and discovered shocking truths about what they really are. 

Ok...I already given you the sneak peek now, I need to tell you guys about my new blog. I'm damn excited to tell you guys about it XD. Well, what else should I say other else than it is a place where I will show you guys my designs? Not really much of a description eh? Oh well, I'll list it out so that it would be easier to understand.

About my blog...

1. It's called The Fashion Designer Wannabe. I couldn't really think up a name so I just named it that. Click here if you wanna check it out but I warn you I only put up an announcement so that's all I can offer you for now.
2. It is where I'm going to put my designs (duh!). You guys can comment on it, giving suggestions on this and that so I can improve. I wanna be an AWESOME fashion designer, not just any fashion designer wannabe.
3. It's also where I will ocassionally put photos of real life cover people wearing my designs (which I bet it's going to be a LONG time from now T^T)
4. You guys have to wait a little longer than the story (maybe not little, depends on my schedule). >.<'' 

Well, I guess that's all for now. I hope you guys can show your continous support to both the story and The Fashion Designer Wannabe in the near future! I'll post soon and you guys comment ok? ;)

P.S. What you guys think of this picture? I saw this on the net and edited as my profile picture in Google. Pretty, isn't it? ;D (Update: I changed the mysterious man's name who is living with Benjamin from Collins to Kingstone. Name was suggested by my sis ><)

Stupid Cupid

Urgh! If only I know who that is! Now, I feel a little bit queasy probably because
1) I like Cat even more ever since the trip and;
2) I realised that I am falling for another guy!!!

WHAT THE HELL?!? Liking Cat is already troubling me a lot but now, another guy?!? Stupid Cupid for piercing my heart with his love arrows every time. How much longer can my heart stand this foolish game?

*sigh* I just wish that this heart of mine is strong enough to withstand these fast-developing feelings. But, one thing I know for sure, that I still like Cat way more than urmm...the other guy. I was actually thinking to confess to Cat at the end of the year or maybe after PMR. I don't know. I really wished that I don't mess up this time and hurt myself like before...

P.S. I need a name for "the other guy" so which do you guys prefer ''Hatter" or "March Hare"? Since I'm "Alice" in my own "Wonderland" (btw, that meant 'my life'), I got "Cheshire Cat" (which is my first crush) and "Red Queen" which is my weird and close friend, sweet_me (she wanted it >.>). So, what do you guys think? If you don't like it, suggest me a name!! Please... *pleading puppy eyes*

Friends?

Let's just say that lots of drama has been happening around me and other people lately. Well, last month which is April actually. Friends provoke each other physically and emotionally then turns into fights. Omigosh, you have no idea how hard it is for me to keep up with it sometimes but I managed to clutch onto them for quite awhile. Although, that just make me wanna let go instead.

It's funny sometimes how that I remembered a quote saying that "You can tell how deep the friendship is when you see how much you two fought" or something along the line. Even though I keep remembering this quote whenever I fought with a close friend of mine or a fight is going on between two of my friends, I just can't seem to shrug off the feeling that one day all of us get separated and we only have our fights as memories when we were 'friends'. And I don't want that.

So, let's all just smile and be the crazy bunch of friends we are.

P.S. Going to be another post about me and my love life. No, it's not like Kandall  ask me out or anything. Yes I knoe, Rayne got me hooked on this new nickname of my crush. sweet_me call him 'Cheshire Cat' but since that's too long, I call him 'Cat' sometimes too. ^///^