Joined: 11 Aug 2008
This is one of my newer works, still in writing I may add. It has no title as I usually
save the title for last so it doesn't alter my thinking for the writing. If you have any
suggestions for a title though let me know. I'll add here as I write it. Suggestion,
you might wanna have a dictionary infront of you as you read this. I had alittle to much
fun with the Thesauras(sp?)
Anari walked slowly through the halls of the massive citadel , or castle, in which she
made her residence. Truth was , she was a slave in this palace, nothing more then that. A
common maid, stable hand, or even a toy in the elder male royals point of view. A view
that she very much loathed. Al though she hadn’t been touched yet, but that was only
because she was good at evasion and vanishing.
It was now that she was on her way to one of the many gardens, her notebook to her chest,
the locket around her neck swaying with every step and swing of her hips, that she was
first seen by the youngest noble. A prince by the name of Jake, who had concealed himself
in a small hut in the diminutive garden. He watched her with fascinated eyes as she made
her way to the marble bench. She looked around her once quickly before slipping the locket
around her head and holding it in her hands before starting to open it, dropping it
quickly when she heard the sound of Jake emerging from the foliage. She glanced up then
quickly fell to her knees on the ground, head to the soil, sitting like a praying Muslim
as she saw it was the 18 year old prince.
“Your Majesty” Anari said in quick reverence.
“Do not kneel before me lass. Arise and declare to me your name,” Jake said. He truly
didn’t like to see the slaves with their faces to the ground before him.
“I dare not Master. Our teachings say that if a slave were to look into the eyes of his
or her superior they would turn to stone or loose their sight.” Anari said in a muffled,
“Then your teachings are lies,” Jake said in a slightly hostile voice.
“My name is Anari sir” she said after a long eerie pause.
“Well, it is very nice to meet you Anari. I really do wish you would look up at me,”
Jake said in a light voice, trying not to scare her. He saw the glimmer of the light on
the fallen locket and he bent down to pick it open. When it had fallen it fell where it
was laying open, face down. He went to look at the picture on the wall of the locket and
suddenly Anari’s head shot up. Anari looked up at him with slightly fearful eyes.
“Sir, please don’t. Don’t look at it, I beg you” she said, a small tear coming to
her right eye. Jake looked confused for a moment then handed the locket back to her
without looking at it. She smiled lightly. “Thank you” she said closing it and
slipping it back around her neck. She stood up after a second, retrieving her notebook.
She started to walk off, but her foot caught on one of the flagstones and she fell
forwards. She hit her face on the ground and Jake rushed to her. She sat up slowly, blood
gushing down her face from her nose. She refused to meet Jake’s concerned gaze as she
stood to her feet and began to walk off, limping as she had twisted her ankle badly to the
point it was almost broken.