writerprincess15

Chapter One

He climbed the stairs with his shoulders shrugged; heading to his cage. Well...it mise as well of been a cage with the way he was locked in it all the time. But no...he couldn't think like that. He mustn't think like that. His strength was just being tested. Every other child went through this. No, if he showed his true feelings of his situation he would be damned to hell. He had to continue on like this. It was after all just two more years before he reached the nobel age of thirteen. He'd already lasted eight years. He was well over halfway there. He would triompth. Yes he would. He would not dishoner his family. He would not let his father down.
So now, as he was prodded in the back by his guard all the way up the two hundred steps be climbed up and down once every day for food and water and a bathroom break, he forced himself to be happy about his life and the fact that where he lived day in and day out was a stone room with one window and one wooden door which was constantly guarded for his protection.
Halfway up the steps however the guard ordered him to stop. So young Tobin did so and turned around to see that his other guard was running up the steps.
"Stay here!" The first guard ordered then went down the steps a little ways to talk to the other guard without being overheard. They started to converse in the other language again. The language they all thought he didn't know. But he did know it. He didn't know how he did but he did. He knew it even more then he knew the language he spoke now. And he had no idea how that was. He stood there silently and listened to their voices echo. For two guards they were quiete dumb to be whispering as loud as they were. Didn't they know it was much easier to be overheard when they were whispering then it would be if they were just normally talking?
He strained his ears to hear what they were saying and pretened to be studying his barefeet.
He almost fell over in shock at what he heard. He felt his whole body weaken. No...it couldn't be true. It couldn't be!
But the more they spoke the more it appeared to be true.
And nearly ten mintues later when they guards split up and the first guard took Tobin the remainder of the steps to his room he was completely pale and his legs felt like jello. He forced himself to make it to his room and as soon as he'd entered his room and the door was slammed shut and locked behind him he collapsed to the floor breathing heavily. How could he of been so stupid? So blind? It explained everything!
No human being went through this. No person grew up like this. It was all lies. Everything he'd ever been told. Lies. All lies! And that man...that evil man that had him thinking he was his dad.....how could he of been so stupid? His uncle. Thats who it was. The more Tobin thought about it the more Tobin remembered. He'd had a Dad. And a Mother. Both wonderful people. How could he of forgotten about them all of these years? Even if it had been four...they were still his parents! Now his...dead parents...
Tobin leaned his head into his hands, forcing tears back. What was he to beleive? His whole life...whole world was one big lie! He tried to make more sense out of what he'd overheard but the more he thought the more confused and frustrated he would get. He wanted to just get out. Get away. And get answers.
He looked up, searching desperately for his escape. There was the window...it was wide open and never guarded. But it was about at least a 40 foot drop. There was no way he would make it. And there was no way in hell he would make it out the door with the guard always there.
"Ughhh!" Tobin let out an angry scream and stood to his feet. He kicked the wall then went over to the window and rested his head in his arms on the frame. He wanted to cry so badly. But they'd always told him that true men didn't cry. But what the hell did they know? They'd lied to him about everything else! They'd probably lied to him about this as well!
Suddenly something caught his attention. A noise of some sort. He looked up, forgetting his problems for the moment. He looked across the land from his view. It didn't take long for him to spot the difference. Having watched this same setting every day and night for eight years for hours and hours Tobin had a pretty good eye for whenever something changed about it. Even in the moonlight at this hour he spotted her withing seconds.
A beautiful girl wearing a white dress was picking flowers and twirling around in one of the flower patchs off in the distance. Her long golden silky hair danced in the moonlight.
Maybe it was because he hadn't seen a kid his age in so long, or maybe it was something else. But he found himself being drawn to her. Almost like there was some magnetic force pulling him to her. The more he watched her he realized what had first braught his attention to her. And that was her voice. She wasn't exactly singing and she wasn't exactly humming...it was somewhere in the middle. But she was to far off for him to fully hear her. Her voice was just out of the grasp of his ears.
He had to see her up close. He had to hear her. He had to talk to her. He had to be by her. He just had to! But...how?
He glanced around desperately. He looked back in his room. As far as he was concered it was a strangers room. This whole place was. Had had no home here. He had to get away. He had to get to the girl. For some reason he felt she would make things better.
He closed his eyes in frustration. All he wanted was to get out. He'd never asked for a thing in his life. Always done as he was told. Never questioned anything around him. Never wanted anything but what he had. But now...now all he wanted was to get out. Just this one thing...its all he wanted. He...
But suddently his thoughts were interupted by an odd sensation. An odd feeling. What was it? He opened his eyes and nearly toppled over backwards. He was outside of the castle on the grass! He looked around in aw. What had just happened? How had he gotten from inside to outside? This couldn't possibly be real!
All of his questions flew far from his mind, as his problems had, when the voice just barely reached his ears again. He looked back and saw her, this time at level, and she was beautiful. He took a step towards her and as if it was some trigger the girl stopped singing. Not only that, but she also stopped twirling and picking flowers. Now she stood still and pale watching him. Here eyes were wide in fright and panic was spreading all over her face.
He started to walk towards her again but stopped when she gasped and backed up.
"Please don't go!" He called. "I only wish to make your acquantence!"
But that seemed to only frighten her more. And in a woosh of her dress she was gone, running back into the forest.
He didn't know why but he knew he just had to follow her. And so follow her he did. For miles and miles they went. Him never fully catching up to her. She was always just barely in his sight like her voice had been just barely in his hearing range.
Finally they exited the forest and reached a purple river! By the time Tobin had reached there the girl was starting to get into a small wooden boat.
"Wait!" he called.
She gasped again when she saw him and tried to hurry up. She started to paddle into the current and desperately Tobin ran and jumped into the boat after her, just barely making it.
Before the girl could turn to object the boat began to spin around faster and faster in circles! Sinking slowly into the water!
"What's going on?" Tobin yelled.
But the girl didn't answer. Instead she put her head down and held onto the sides of the boat tightly. Tobin followed suit, closing his eyes.
He suddenly felt very nautious and thats the last thing he remembered before everything went black.

"Makenna...Elle pense...Je ne sais pas quoi elle pense! Elle est un bette petit fille! Je..."
Tobin stirred as he heard voices. Angry unfamiliar voices. And they were speaking a language he didn't understand.
His head hurt and he felt wet and cold.
He opened his eyes and saw a green sun in the sky. Confused he tried to sit up but immediatly discovered that wasn't such a good idea as dizziness hit him. So he just layed there looking around. Then he turned his head to the left where the voices were coming from and saw a man and a woman argueing with one another. They were both dressed all in black and were scowling.
It was now that he realized he was laying on sand. As he heard the rush of water he looked to his right and saw pink water! But thats not all he saw. He also saw the boat tipped over and....the girl! She was soaking wet, had her legs curled up, and was silently crying into them. She was shaking.
He didn't like her crying. He didn't like it one bit. It made his stomache turn. What was she crying?
He slowly started to sit up but insinctively layed back down when the angry voices rose.
He layed there as still as a board as the man walked over him and towards the girl.
The man stood over her and when she did not look up he yelled her name. "Makenna!"
Makenna. So that was her name. It was beautiful, just like everything else about her.
"Makenna!" The man was becoming more and more full of rage by the second.
When she continued to ignore him he grabbed one of her arms and jerked her to her feet. She cried out in pain and her eyes held tears of fear.
Still holding her arm way to tightly the man got right in her face and said, "Tu as une bette petite fille! J'espere tu etes mort!"
Tobin didn't know what the man had said to her but he knew it must of been very bad. Because it caused Makenna's lip to tremble and legs to wobble, threatening her weight to give away and for her to collapse right there.
Something fierce erupted in Tobin. Almost protectiveness. He didn't like seeing her like this. In pain. Upset.
"Leave her alone!" Tobin yelled, sitting up. He got a head rush but ignored it.
The man and Makenna looked over at him.
Then the man looked back at Makenna and said, "Allez avec ta mere, maintnent!"
"Elle n'est pas ma mere! Je deteste elle! Et Je te deteste!" Makenna snapped angrily, glaring at the man with tears still in her eyes.
"Allez maintnent!" The man shoved her towards the woman. She landed on her face painfully. The woman grabbed her arm and forced her up onto her weak legs. Rubbing her arm which now held a bruise, Makenna glanced at Tobin with a look in her eyes that said, "Help me" and was led away towards a forest by the woman who was watching Makenna with a look of disgust.
Where was she going? Tobin stood to go after her but was stopped by the man who stepped infront of him.

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"Its better to be hated for who you are then to be loved for who you're not."

"I honestly think it is better to be a failure at something you love then to be a winner at something you hate."