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The Two Towers - Ch. 1, Runaway
Zielle S.

Chapter One The Runaway A pecking sound rapped against the marbled grounds. The sparrows little beaks pecked at the seeds thrown to them. Dukes, counts, maids, and other people of the royal and peasant family bustled around the palace grounds, preparing for the Festival of Songs. They had not rested since the first light of sun slid above the mountains behind the kingdom. Every year, the King would hold a festival in honour of the great musicians and wonderful songs of their kingdom. Everyone was invited, rich and poor alike. On that day, not one person would be found outside the palace walls. It was now afternoon and the festival would begin in exactly; I glanced at my watch. "15 minutes." I shifted further up the railings, my book placed on my lap. The leafy tree loomed above me, shading me from the heat of the sun. Thankfully though, it wasn't one of those humid sun-scorching days like it was the week before, and it was the prefect day for a festival. The Princess was supposed to make a speech for the Festival, but I just had to finish this story of Rapunzel. I clung with one arm to the railing post beside me, while with my other hand turned the page of the book. I slapped down the pages, creasing down a dog-eared corner. I looked up for a few seconds at the Palace gates, still standing wide open, giving a warm welcome to everyone, calling them to join the festival. Ever since Matthew was kidnapped, I hadn't set foot outside those gates, and was limited to the little freedom I had before that day. I heaved a sigh, pulling back the tears. I looked down again, hoping to drain out the bad memories and enjoy the moment. My ponytail swayed softly in the warm Summer breeze, loose strands of dark hair brushing across my forehead. "Princess! What am I going to do with you?" I snapped my book shut and sat up straight, almost toppling into the bushes behind me. Gaining my balance, I looked up to see Edina, unfortunately, the governess assigned to look after me every minute of the day. I had managed to slip away for a few hours, away from the nagging governess. "Yes, Edina?" I gave a slight groan under my breath. Edina held her hand up, extending her pinky in what she called a 'posse'; just because it sounded good. I wondered if she even knew what 'posse' meant. "Have you prepared your speech for the festival? I hope so, Your Highness. Remember what happened last year?" I smirked, reminiscing the last Festival of Songs disaster. "Tsk, tsk, tsk tsk...." I mimicked under my breath. I didn't bother to answer the last question. Edina frowned. "Princess Reese, your mother does not approve you, in public," this she said with a hint of disgust and self-consciousness, as she looked around to see if anyone was listening. "wearing nothing on your head but a ponytail!" she wore a disgusted look on her face. "A ponytail indeed!" It sounded as if she was saying my hair was a wig or something. My eyes danced. I was enjoying this, having completely forgot about my sadness. "It's improper; especially for a Princess." Edina held her head high, but her eyes looked me over from top to bottom. "It's comfortable, Edina." I reasoned. I hopped of the fence, standing on the opposite side from where Edina stood, opening my book again to where I left off and leaning my elbows on the fence. "It's informal. Un-ladylike." "It's quite fitting to me; now if you'll excuse me." I snapped. "It's-" the Governess began. "COME ONE, COME ALL TO THE FESTIVAL OF SONGS!" A loud cheering arose. "It's starting, it's starting! Places, places, Princess!" Edina flapped a hand in front of her face. She pulled out my ponytail and smoothed down my satin dress. "Governess," I began. I wanted to tell her I decided not to do my speech this year. I didn't care what she would say. Edina ran off, forgetting about me. I looked at all the people, rejoicing and happy. How would they be so happy? Wasn't their Prince gone? Had they already given up? Every year on my brother's birthday, we would let of glowing lanterns into the night sky... just like Rapunzel's parents did in the fairytale. But that was all we ever did. I knew deep inside we had all tried our hardest; but we needed more than that to find Matthew. Everyday I longed to step out of the palace gates, but my father's repeated answer, was 'no'. I knew it was for my own good. But I just had to find Matthew and bring him back. He was my best friend. The Festival lasted till midnight, at the dim glow of candlelight. Everyone trooped home; it had been a big day for them all. I turned the lamp low in my room and brought my hand down, the tips of my fingers brushing against a paper on the desk. I sighed. Letting the low fire in the lamp burn bright again, I dipped my quill into the pot of ink, bringing it to the paper. All I had so far was, Dearest Father and Mother,. And that was all. I couldn't bring myself to tell them. Somehow writing, Dearest Father and Mother, I've decided to leave you and go find Matthew because we all didn't try hard enough, just didn't sound right even if that's how I felt. I crumpled up the paper and dropped it into the drawer, trying to brush the thought away. Again, I dimmed the lamp and lay down. Summer soon passed, and the leaves turned their bright yellow, orange and red. Then the chilly winter arrived, and I still hadn't written the letter, and I still hadn't left home. But one day, in the chilly mid Winter season, I entered my room, opened the drawer of my table and saw the crumpled up, unfinished letter. Eyeing for a few long seconds, I finally sat down on the bed and dipped my quill in the bot of ink on the corner of my table. And then I began to write. Dearest Mother and Father, I love you both very much. But ever since Matthew was kidnapped, things aren't the same. I'm not the same. You both aren't the same. I know we all tried our hardest to find him, but I didn't. And I know I can. So I'm going to find Matthew. Please don't try to come and take me back because I won't come back until Matthew is home. I will be alright. I'll be back soon. I will think of you everyday. I love you both. Your loving daughter, Reese Abigail Amilda I sighed, folded the paper and signed it, Mother and Father. I dimmed the light to its lowest and lay down, but I didn't dare fall asleep. I felt around under the silk covers for my sack of clothes. My hand met the scratchy material of the potato sack I had converted into a knapsack, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Minutes past. I lay in the darkness, staring at the ceiling. I heard father's deep snore, and mother's quiet one. I waited for awhile and then slipped out from under the covers. I left a note on my pillow for mother and father and crept of. Pulling my nap sack along, I tiptoed across the cool diamond floor. A gentle breeze wafted through the open window. I reached it and gazed out into the night, a few stars twinkling, and more than half a moon appeared on my right. The light from the watchtower scanned the palace grounds, and I quickly ducked below the sil. The light slowly disappeared, and pulling of my shoes, I leaned out the window as far as I could and dropped them onto the grass. I heard a low thump, and tensed. I closed my eyes. "I have to find Matthew." I whispered. I pushed the window doors further out. A thick vine crawled down the wall, just touching the grass below. I lifted myself onto the window sill. My foot wiggled into a tight loop in the vine. With my nap sack over my shoulder, I pushed shut the window. My heart nagged me to go back inside, but my head told me the opposite. I paused. Should I keep on going? Thoughts whirled in my head. Should I just tell father and mother? No. They wouldn't let me go. I had left them a note anyway. My heart beat. I'd do it. I climbed down farther and reached the wet grass. Small flecks of snow lay on the tips of the grass. I'd done it. I pulled on my shoes and ran across the grass, trying to keep from the marbled floors so my shoes wouldn't be heard. I kept to the shadows. A voice nagged in my head. How are you going to get out?
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