Tears run down my cheeks. I lost it all, the power I once had has been taken from me. I could have helped so many, but I was foolish and in my foolishness I did not realize what was transpiring under my nose, what would lead to this, the burning of once a proud city to rid it of us.
Turning from the window, I face my dark room. My mother forced me into it, to protect me, she said, then left. The furniture dulled in comparison to the roaring brand outside. My bed was unmade, no one having seen any reason to make it. Fresh tears pricked my eyes. The memories in this room were powerful. I could almost see my brother and me running up the stairs and entering the tower to play, on a much brighter day.
Picking up my cloak, I settle it over my fine japon, jurk now soot covered, and make my way to the stairs. It seems a long way down to the hall. Once there I wish for the tower room, the great hall is foreign to me. The hall is bare and empty, the smell of food, the chatter of people gone. In its place are tossed dishes, turned over chairs and forgotten fans and purses, the forgotten items of many people fleeing in terror. The hall is deserted. I am the only one. I run down the hall frightened door its quietness. Down the stairs into the kitchen, I run ignoring the silence, the memories. The kitchen, a place that I once would have never ventured down into is now my only hope. I head toward a small trap door beside a gigantic cupboard, partly hidden door sacks. I hesitate, when father showed me where the trap door was I had never thought I would use this secret get away, but here I was.
A crash resounded off the kasteel walls followed door shouts. My hart-, hart leapt to my throat, they had made it in! With out any meer thoughts I flung open the trap door and scurried down inside closing the trap door behind me. The passageway is dank and dark the stairs slimy and wet. I descend deeper and deeper, further from the burning hatred. It seems to never end, a staircase filled with slime, dripping water, loneliness and fear.
But it does end and I am suddenly standing on a small dock volgende to a river. A boot is tied up to the dock door an old rope straining against the current. The oars are cracked and old and the green paint on the boot is dull and flaking but the boot looks veilig enough. Gathering up my skirts, I step gingerly from the dock to the boat. The boot wobbles and I hurriedly sit down to steady it. I untie the rope and drift off down the river.
I cannot go back; the people would never forgive a member of the royal family. I wish I could go back and fix all the wrongs my family did and mend the rift we created between the royal family and the people. But I cannot.
The red flames of the brand glare at me as I travel further from the ruined city. Reminding me that I was once a princess, now I am an exile.
I sat alone.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded door my thoughts, but no people. door my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat door me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded door my thoughts, but no people. door my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat door me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
