Thursday, 14 August 2008
08:11:15 PM (GMT)
Note: Character introduction chapters will be in that characters point of
view. This chapter is in Susana's pov.
Outside the wind blew like any other day. THough today it held flurries
of snow. This was something I was not accustomed to seeing. The last time it had
snowed around here it was more of a blizzard then a snow. Not to mention I was only
10, so it was 2 years ago. I turned to look at the clock behind me. Of course. Almost
dinner time. Christmas Eve dinner. I had to help the other servants setting the
table, just the same as every other night.
"Susana! Where are you!?" I knew that voice oh to well and my mind shed
away from the thought of the Head of Servants coming up here. He was a ruthless man
who never took no for an answer, and to be honest he scared the heck out of me. I
mean, everyone already listened to him, why did he have to carry around that whip
every where he went? I jumped up from the little cot by the window when I heard his
feet coming down the steps.
"I'm coming!" I called back to him in a slightly lighter tone then I used
to talk to anyone else. Best not get him started. I walked towards the door and
grabed my little box of contacts from the desk. I quickly put them in. The Mistress
objected to my true eye color, a pinkish red, when ever there were guests. She said
it looked like I was sick with pink eye, or else I was a demon.
I stared out at the stars. I was lost in my own little world. A world
where I had a home, a family. In my world I had never been abandoned. And I dreamed I
lived with my parents in the forest, in the kind of home I had dreamed of since the
time Mistress had her friends over. The ones who claimed to have a vaction home in
the middle of the forest nearby. It had started me dreaming. During some point in my
daydream I fell into real sleep.
I don't know when it was when I awoke. Come to think of it nothing seemed
to be classifiable. I looked around me and nothing was familar, this was no part of
the mansion that I had ever seen. Come to think of it, Mistress would never have this
kind of crude furniture in any part of the mansion. Even the servant quarters were
not this primative. Everything here seemed to be made of rock and wood. And the smell
of this place was different. It reminded me of years ago, a part of my mind I can't
even truley remember. The smell of wildflowers and musky tones. I finally found the
strength to stand up, and what I saw outside the window stunned me.