He pulled a stick off the branch of an old ancient tree and chewed it up with the wickedest smile. “They tchink they know everything bout their ancestors. They scientists of the so-called modern world,” the old man dragged scientist with his false but rotten teeth. “They know nothing!”“Why so?” a curious lad enquired.“They talk about magic… dragons, fairies, ogres… blah! They never questioned where they got those silly crazy ideas from.”“But they are all real,” a redhead who had been silent for hours spoke.“Yes, but they don’t know that. They think itch’s all a myth.” The children laughed and rubbed their bellies. “Enough of thatch. It’s thicme for a tale.” The children adjusted themselves on the ground with happiness. “It’s thrue. The modern world no know of our magic and our creatchures and our lifestyle, but there is one thing som
There Is Information I Have To Pass To The Wonderful And Amazing Readers Of This Tale.This Tale Is A Mixture Of First Person And Third Person. Suitable For All Ages. Third Person Is Used When These Separated Lovers Are Together And There Is So Much Need For Them To Express Their Mixed And Burning Feelings… Together, At The Same Time.First Person Is The Real Person For This Enchanted Tale.Sorry for the interruption. I just wanted to pass this though. Continue…Heartfelt Thanks – Evie BrooksI hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoy writing it.
1459, The Seven Nations, Halton, The Palace of JabsAlexa giggled, running around the jasmine garden like a wanted criminal.“Alexandra! Alexandra!” Till now, the five year old always thought that Miss Rica was playing knight and thief with her. “Alexandra, come here this instant!” That was enough for today, Alexa thought. She gave the old woman a break. “I’m just forty. Why do you want me dead so early, huh?”She giggled again. Miss Rica rubbed her own forehead and sighed.“Sorry, Miss Rica.”Miss Rica couldn’t be mad at that face. She was the cutest and most beautiful damsel in the palace. Her sisters envied her greatly.They neither played with her nor gave her any prior attention. The palace was always full but still, Alexa was always alone. Miss Rica had seen her cry plenty of times. Miss Rica was all she had.“I forgive you darling.”“Five more minutes
1471, The Seven Nations, Halton, The Palace of Jabs Alexa ran into her chamber and locked it shut. She held her tears for longer than they could take. She ran towards the sink and washed her tears away.“No, Alexa. Queens don’t shed. Queens don’t shed tears,” she repeated with shaky hands.The chamber was cloaked in darkness. She could see not a thing. Alexa splashed more water on her face, using it to cover up the tears dropping from her eyes.She breathed heavily. Her mind was filled with negativity. She couldn’t clear her mind out to think of a solution. It was impossible.She looked around her enormous chamber and caught a glimmer. She ran towards the ray of hope and met with… a mirror.Why was there a mirror there? She broke all the mirrors. Alexa never wanted to see a mirror but there was one here. She screamed.Alexa removed her heels and threw it towards the mirror. The heels bounced back. She was shocked. 'What sorcery is this?' She wondered,
Wind whizzed and whirled in the room. A whirlwind was formed and it carried everything in sight to join the whirl.Alexa held on to the window. She would die if she joined the whirlwind that had taken her chairs, beds and broken pieces of mirror.Alexa screamed. Her scream caused the wind to disappear. Everything crashed down. She was shaken. But with all that happened, the golden statue was still in her hands.She heard a clap behind her. She jumped and turned to see… him.He was beautiful. She had never seen such unworldly beauty in her life. Not even a vampire’s handsomeness could match with his beauty.His lips were like no other. Looking at them alone could enchant her into kissing him. His glassy red eyes were like never before. She’s never seen anything with red eyes before. His hair was dark… darker than black.His figure was dangerously unique and exquisite. He wore a white prince shirt and free black pantaloons. If this was the devil, then was the storybo
2018, USA, California, OliaLexa’s POVI walked out of the house. My mum would kill me if she caught me out of home. She was very protective ever since my accident. I was tired of sitting on a wheelchair.Moreover, my legs were okay. The doctor said so too. Well, mom didn’t believe that.She was a late sleeper so I had an hour to myself. If she did catch me, I’d tell her the doctor told me to exercise it.I was happy. I hadn’t moved my legs in a while. I knew that I was such an adventurer. You can’t imagine how the past three months have been for me. Being on a phone is just not the same with actually being in town.There was one place I had to visit. I had not been there in a while.I left a letter on the table for mom, with some cookies too. Just incase she woke up before I reached home.I removed my phone and checked for any missed calls or texts. Nothing. Perfect, just perfect. I took another ste
CHAPTER TWO***I never dreamed of being a maid but… I was doing this for my mum. She meant the world to me.I wore something simple. A fitting blue gown. It wasn’t expensive looking. I wanted them to know I needed the job. I didn’t put make up on but I ponytailed my long black hair.It was strange. My hair grows so fast and full. No matter how much I cut it, it grows to its normal size in no time.I took a light blue purse along and rushed to mum’s room.“I found a job online.”Kimberly removed her glasses and faced me. “Already?” She sounded surprised. “What about?”I couldn’t tell her I’d be a maid.She’d freak out. “I-it’s a waitress job.”“Which restaurant?”“It’s a Spanish restaurant.”“Where is the restaurant?”I couldn’t keep up with questions. “I wil
It was so loud that everyone in the mansion and past that, could hear it. Nora rushed into the room. She was scared.She served me for years and I had never called her name so loudly before. She felt the mansion shake as I called her name. She thought she would die.She knew I could kill her and get away with it. She didn’t want to die. She was tempted to beg but that’d make me angrier. She knew that.“Was it the new maid that cleaned my room?”“Sir. Yes, sir.”“What was her name?”Nora was scared to see me like this. I was panting and I had turned red. “Lexa Halton.”“Full name.”She gulped. “Alexandra Jade Halton.”“Alexa?”“Y-yes, you can call her that sir but she refers to herself as Lexa.”I was shaky. “Did she have beautiful curves?”Nora tried to recall. “Yes, sir. She did have very beau