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Posted: November 26th. 2007 5:48:52 PM
Ethereal (Part 1) Faye
by Moonlight Wolf
Age Group: Adult
Come gather around to hear this tale.
That took place in a fantasy world.
I'll take you now to the humblest town.
The small forest town of Karmia.
Karmia had a resident with it's border
The shy but kind young Faye.
Who left her tiny house in a tight blue gown
Worn and weary of the day.
All the day she had cooked and cleaned
For her mother was unable.
Her father bullied her until she wept
"Do this, do it right, do as I tell you to."
From dawn until dusk she toiled at home.
Her father was on her back.
Her hands were raw, her feet did ache.
But still she had to care for them all.
She had to cook breakfast
She ate the last
Before cleaning the house
Doing the laundry
Mending her fathers shoes
Until she became too tired
Her father would whip her
"You useless wretch.
"I raise you and I feed you
And this is your lazy thanks?"
Her mother just wept for her daughter
For she too was under his thumb.
So all the day she toiled.
It was such a relief to get away
When the working day was over.
For when all her chores were done
Faye liked to visit her favourite spot
A clearing in the forest.
'Twas known as the Power Haunt.
In this clearing there was but a stone
Tall and green, shining in light.
Surrounded by many wild flowers.
Rough to the touch but proudly stood
Watching the woods.
This stone had whethered hundreds of years
Of wind, rain and snow.
However still it stood, it had not worn away
It was for this that Faye came.
She wandered away from her tiny abode
Where her father was sat grumbling.
She set down the stone path
Her tan hair flowing down her poor back.
Faye waved to all those who greeted her.
For to speak for her was to blush.
Her heart felt heavy.
There were tears in her eyes.
A lump had formed in her throat.
The many blows that she had recieved
Bruised both her body and soul.
She trembled on step by step
Looking at the soft grass she stepped on.
The daisies in it were blooming
All bright in yellow and white.
Yet still she continued on.
Wishing in her heart for change
How much longer could her father
Beat and bully her,
Treat her like his slave.
But now was escape from her life
To the Power Haunt
Where she could rest.
A well worn path snaked
Through the area towards the Haunt
It passed by a giant and great house.
This was the house of the town's lord.
Old, jovial Lord Karmia.
His house was well kept
It towered over the rest.
Built well, maintained well.
Faye took a quick look.
She saw how the maids
Had finished their daily chores.
They laughed and cheered
But mumbled and whispered
For Lord Karmia had company.
As Faye began to move on.
The door of the house flew open!
Faye jumped in surprise
(Well not much surprise)
It was her friend Kathy stood there.
Author's Notes: Me and my whacky imagination. This will probably get stranger as I go on. Yes there is more to come... >=) This will probably become to the point of being almost epic in proportions.
At least if you don't like this one, you don't have to read the next parts.
I would however recommend you read them as this is only the first part of a very long story. More characters will be introduced.
Author's Location: Bradford, England
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