“Mom,
tell us a story. A bedtime story!” exclaimed Maria, Lily’s youngest child.
“Yes,”
Lily’s oldest child agreed, “none of us have heard a story in a long time.
Please, for Maria, will you tell one?”
“Okay.
I haven’t had the time to tell a story in a long time. What story do you want
to hear, Maria?”
“The
best one!” exclaimed Maria.
“Alright,”
Lily laughed, “Once upon a time, in Old England, a daring young girl, let’s
call her Marina, lived in a palace by the woods…”
Marina
argued with her mother and father over absolutely everything. She knew that
they hated her. And there was no question in anybody’s mind that she hated her
parents. After all, they were the people who forced her into corsets and ball
gowns and finery. Like what she was trying to fit into right where our story
begins. Marina had a bit of a broad build, she definitely wasn’t chubby in the
least, but she was very muscular, which made it very, very hard to fit her into
garments made for daintier ladies. For example, corsets, Marina’s third-to-least-favorite-thing
in the world (the second was princes and the first was, of course, her
parents.)Marina huffed out of hatefulness and horror at having to go to yet
another ball. She puffed out of exertion and exhaustion. Finally, the corset
tightened, albeit resentfully, because of the hard work of Marina’s mother,
Revoltia Theodora Lowlady the Five Hundred and Forty Second. Behind her back,
all the servants just called her Revolting, but she never was able to nudge her
prying, gigantic, light purple nose into that little secret. The only reason
Revoltia named her daughter something completely different was that she always
had resented the last name “Lowlady.”
Anyway,
I’m going on and on about things you don’t want to hear about, right? Let’s just
say that Revoltia finally forced Marina into every little jewel and piece of
silk that could possibly fit on her body. In fact, let’s fast forward to when
Marina’s mother leaves the room, after the lecture on etiquette, the lesson on
how to manipulate a prince so that he will fall madly in love with you, and the
fight about whether or not Marina could periodically go outside for fresh air
during the ball. Yes, that’s a very good place to start.
Marina
breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, that old hag was gone. Now, she could get
the one thing that always comforted her and calmed her. It had been bought with
money stolen from her parents. It had a handle carved with swirls and dragons
all over it. It shone in the light from Marina’s window like a star in the
midnight sky. It was a dagger that was in Marina’s hand, with a handle of
marble and a blade of pure diamond. It was beautiful, to be sure, but it was a
dangerous weapon. The diamond blade could slice clean through glass if it was
needed to. Luckily, Marina had never had to use it for real, but sometimes she
liked to go into the woods at night to practice. She took a bag of sand with
her and drew an X in glowing red on it. Then she practiced throwing, stabbing,
and anything else you could imagine doing with a diamond dagger.
However,
we won’t go into that now. It’s another story for another day. This day there
was a ball, as you may remember. Let’s fast-forward again, past Marina entering
the ballroom, past the time when she spit in the eye of the prince she was
dancing with, and past the lecture to Marina, provided by none other than
Revoltia, about the importance of marrying off. Let’s go to when she went
outside for a breath of fresh air, despite her mother’s wishes.
More next week, because I like to keep people in suspense. Thanks for reading! Any current critiques, comments, compliments, corrections, curiosities or questions should go into the comments below and they will be answered shortly.
Yay! How long will this story be? I like it!
ReplyDeleteWell, it's pretty long, about 2,000 words I think. Glad to know that you like it!
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