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Chapter 4:: Why Must the World be so Pained?


Farah:

After King Peter left my room, I cried myself a million sorrows back to sleep. This afternoon, I didn’t waste a wink on dreaming.

I woke up- again- to knocking. Only this time, it was light, and was barely audible.

“Come in.” I said quite groggily.

The door creaked slightly as Susan revealed herself. She wore an elated grin on her considerate face.

“Good afternoon Farah. I hope you got some peaceful rest.”

“Yes I did. Thank-you Queen Susan.”

“Oh please, call me Susan.” I just stared blankly at her as she continued. “We are having a banquet tonight and we would like you to be our special guest.” Susan said merrily.

“That would be a great honor Susan.” I said smiling in a friendly manner.

“Well, I hope that it will raise you spirits as well after your horrific ambush. If you need clothes, I can give you some of mine. You look to be about the same size as myself.”

“You are truly courteous Susan.”

“Well I will get you a dress to wear to the banquet now. I will be back soon.”

“Bye and thank- you again Susan.” I said with a small smile of gratitude.

Once she left, I walked into the bathing room to take a bath. The bathing room was immense. Beige and earth tone colors were plastered to the walls and floor. The bathtub was at least three feet deep and was surrounded by vanilla and lilac candles.

Warm water poured into the bathtub rapidly. Steam arose and stroked my face. Tiny soap bubbles tickled my fair skin every so often. The aroma from the candles filled the room and there was a calming sensation. I was finally at true peace. The serenity and tranquility could never fade away during this moment.

All good things must come to an end eventually. I decided to climb out of the bathtub and I wrapped a luxurious towel around me. With another towel, I attempted to dry my hair the best I could. When I was completely dry, I quickly changed back into my tattered dress.

I walked back into my bedroom, only to find Susan sitting on my bed. As my padded feet walked across the stone floor, Susan looked up relieved to see me once again.

“All clean and fresh I see.” Susan observed.

“Yes indeed.”

Susan arose from her spot on the bed. Behind her lay an exquisite deep red dress made of the finest silk. It had a scarlet rounded neckline, with an elaborate design sewn onto the neckline. The sleeves were scarlet halfway down. The rest of the sleeves were the deep red and both colors were divided by a gold band. The sleeves also flowed from my wrists. The fabric hugged all the right curves and exaggerated others. It was simply stunning.

“Farah, you look absolutely beautiful. The dress suites you well.” Susan exclaimed excitedly.

She walked over to me and started to gently brush my soft hair. She put it up into a simple braided half-ponytail tied with a slender golden ribbon. She then took a pot of kohl and put a little bit on my eyelids to emphasize their color.

Susan grabbed my shoulders gently and turned my body around so I faced a mirror. I gazed into the mirror and saw someone not myself. I looked so much more attractive. My eyes shone brighter. I was in complete awe of myself.

My hands covered my mouth as I grinned in admiration. “Thank- you again Susan. Without your help, I couldn’t have looked this marvelous in a lifetime!” I said ecstatic.

Susan continued to look at me in the mirror as she blushed a light pink at my compliment.

“What about you Susan? You still have to get dressed for the banquet.”

“Indeed. I shall leave you alone now so I can get dressed myself.” Susan exclaimed.

She quickly walked out of my chamber briskly and closed the door firmly. Once quietness enveloped my chamber, I sat depressingly on a gold plush chair. All the emotions I welcomed ever since the ambush have been nothing but levels of sadness. I just felt hollow, and I allowed hollow to fill my heart.

I intently heard chatter on all levels of loquaciousness. It annoyed me to no end. Then I heard Lucy merrily giggle outside of my chamber. I swiftly opened up my door in exasperation. She turned around and grinned at me, bearing white teeth. I couldn’t be distraught forever, so I decided to act more optimistic.

Lucy and I walked down the hall, only to find Susan waiting for us. She smiled kindly at me as we walked turned a corner and entered the Dining Hall.


The Dining Hall was crowded with all diversities of creatures. They all socialized loudly to await the beginning of the grand banquet. To me it was all noise. Noise that filled my ears.

Susan leaned in and whispered in my ear. “We have especially invited all of the elven nations surrounding Narnia particularly for you, Farah.”

“You are far too thoughtful Susan. You are a mind reader.” Susan smiled at my remark as we walked to the elevated Royal Table. While I was walking over to the Royal Table, I glanced at Leal. We used to be the best of friends, but that was many seasons ago. One day, we were walking to the River of Enchanted Waters. When we reached our destination, we both saw Ethan swimming in the cooling water, and with his tunic off. We squealed like immature elven girls. “Oh Farah, Ethan is so handsome. I wish he would fancy me.” Leal said miserably. I fancied Ethan myself and thought he was handsome, but at the time, I thought he would never notice me. Seasons later, Leal and I parted our own ways. She was constantly obsessed about Ethan. Leal would take a stone dagger and cut the name Ethan onto her skin. She would then scream and run around yelling his name as crimson blood dripped from her skin and fell onto the blood stained ground, before her engraving would heal itself and disappear. Leal has been an emotional cutter since then.

The horrid memory faded away as I looked at her skin right above her neckline. On her pale skin was a scar of numerous cuts in the same area. I was apparent what it said in tiny letters. Ethan.

High King Peter sat at the head of the table, with Edmund to the right side and Susan to the left. I sat next to Susan as Lucy sat across from me, next to her older brother Edmund.

Moments later, waiters brought out every food imaginable. There was roasted pork and ham, breaded chicken covered in a tangy orange sauce, vegetable supreme soup, bread, deviled eggs, and all varieties of fruit. For dessert, there was a triple layer chocolate cake, cheesecake, and pie. All of the food awakened my senses and made my very mouth water in delight. It was truly pure gluttony though.

All throughout dinner, Edmund was playing practical jokes on Peter while Lucy was laughing her heart out. I even cried a few tears from laughing too hard. We were just having a jolly good time during the banquet. Many times though, I felt pairs of eyes on me- watching me intently.

Once all of the humbled guests were done eating, servants and waiters came to clear the tables for dancing. High King Peter arose from his seat as he chose a lady to dance with. I glanced over at Leal. She was using an illusion hoax to fool Peter into choosing her, the twit.

Humans can be so manipulative at times. Of course Peter sauntered right over to her and offered her his hand like a lovesick puppy. The sweet melodious music played as they walked to the center of the floor. I was proud though that Peter had the brains enough to rest his hand above her waist. Leal’s dress flowed with their eloquent movements and twirls. They looked lovely- I had to give them credit for that. The song ended as everyone got up to dance to the next upbeat song that the orchestra was about to play.

I sat there quietly in my seat as courtiers and ladies integrated to dance at the center of the room. Everyone looked so cheerful and joyous, dancing with a smiling partner. As I examined the room with my keen eyes, I felt an ever so light tap on my shoulder. I looked up into the most emerald green eyes I have ever seen. Only one person could have those eyes. It was Ethan.

Edité par will4ever le 03/06/2006 à 03:32
Edité par will4ever le 03/06/2006 à 03:33

omg i loved that update!!!!

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that was the best one you have had yet... and you made the idea more brilliant with all the details you put in!!!! I wondered how you were gonna get to this point but you did it well!
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you are all my bestest friends!

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ok i feel really bad tht i have not been keeping up as well with this story- or any of them here! so ill update later today!

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here is the nxt chap::


Chapter 5:: The Horrid Truth

Farah:

Right before my eyes stood Ethan. He had his hand outstretched for me to take. I looked up at Ethan for reassurance, but he just continued to smile dreamily in a charming way. I couldn’t refuse my one true love, so I took his hand and followed him to the middle of the room to dance. He firmly rested his strong hand on my waist as he pulled me close to him, radiating body heat.

“Ethan….how could you?” I said saddened and obviously hurt.

He removed his hand from mine as he placed a finger on my lip to silence me. “Now is not the time.” He said grimly. He sure wasn’t acting like the sweet Ethan I remember, and it pained my heart.

We danced like there was no tomorrow. My dress swerved with our swift movements and my hair twirled. Ethan wore a loving smile as he kept looking down at me. My mind was so fogged that I didn’t know what to think of Ethan now. Fortunately, the prolonged song ended and I eagerly broke away from his very touch.

“I can’t do this.” I said into the open air as I walked away from Ethan. I saw a secluded balcony and I decided to walk over to it. I was evident of footsteps and constant pleading as I walked through golden silk curtains and out into the night.

Ethan:

I followed Farah out into the balcony, calling her name and pleading her to come back to me. I knew she heard me, but she refused to listen and followed her instinct. She must have felt something that I couldn’t detect.

As I stepped into the dark night, the moonlight outlined her figure perfectly as she emitted and aura of light. She rested her hands on the banister as she gazed at the diamond stars above. I felt as if I couldn’t breathe, she took all of my breath away.

“Ethan…..how could you?!” she repeated in disbelief.

I just looked at her, pained, though I couldn’t turn my head away. “I am so sorry I have hurt you and caused you much sorrow.” I allowed her to hear what I was thinking as I reached out to touch her hand, to comfort her. Instead, she backed away from me. “After I had you run away from Sokaru’s evil forces, I tried to fight the wraith. As I went to block him, he slit my throat and stabbed me ruthlessly multiple times in my chest. I thought I had awoken in the Underworld of Nefendis, but I found myself clean and healed in a dwelling.” I heard Farah weeping as I said these things. So I continued by talking to her through my mind. “As I rested my feet on the wooden oak tree table, a tall mage stepped into the room. He sat beside me and told me what happened and what is to come. The wise mage told me that I was given another chance; I still had to fulfill my duty and future. I have to defeat Sokaru himself, and then the world will finally be at eternal peace. Unfortunately, I am what I am, and I am now a wraith myself in disguise as an elf.” I said telepathically. I felt my darkness seeping from me at the sight of Farah. I felt that I could never become the person that the mage had told me to become: The Heir to the throne of Shadows.

Farah looked so pained and distraught. She rested a hand on her head, her eyebrows furrowed. I knew that she was feeling a strange sensation that novice victims of mind-reading only can describe it as if worms were crawling through their brain. I walked over to her and rested a reassuring on her back. “Get away from me!! You know better than to touch a Princess you common elf!!” she hissed as she pushed me away. I decided that I wasn’t wanted, so I faded into the shadows as she began to sing. Singing was her method of escape. Whenever she was emotionally grieving or joyful, she would sing.

Farah:

I could hear his voice in my mind- talking to me. I loathed it. I just wanted him to go away and save me my sorrows for someone else. But I couldn’t get rid of a strange wormy feeling in my mind. From my studies, I knew that victims of mind readers only felt that feeling. Ethan walked over to me and rested a hand on my back. “Get away from me!! You know better than to touch a Princess you common elf!!” I said infuriated with him. How could he comfort me after all that he has done to me? Thankfully, he walked out of the balcony, but I heard no sound of footsteps clicking on the floor. I couldn’t think of things that would madden me further, so I decided to sing.


"My Immortal"

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along


The song applied to me in so many ways. Ever since I came here to Narnia, I have questioned my emotions. “Alone. That is what I am now Ethan and always will be, until you come back to me.” I said into the night sky as a crystal tear rushed down my face. “Are you alright Farah?” I jumped as I saw Peter standing in the doorway. “Yes, I’m fine. I just needed to get some fresh air.” I said calmly. “Would you like to accompany me for the next dance Farah?” Peter looked so handsome, but then again, so did Ethan. I couldn’t resist his offer. “Why yes Peter, I would be glad to.” as I walked over to Peter, I thought I heard a faint snicker, but I pushed the thought aside. I cursed my mind for thinking such crazy things.

**~**~**
The song ‘My Immortal’ is by Evanescence.




its gets more emotional now- even for me

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