“Who
is it?” I called.
“No
one important. I thought I should tell you that dinner is ready.”
said a woman's voice.
“No,
thank you. I'm not hungry.” I said.
“The
Master won't like that. He's very short tempered.” said the woman.
“I'm
sorry, but that's not my problem.” I said.
“I
think you're just trying to annoy him.” said the woman after a
short pause.
“Exactly.”
I said. I heard footsteps retreating and I walked over to the bed.
Not
five minutes later, I heard a roar and not two seconds after that, I
heard a booming on my door. I was on the bed, but I fell off in
surprise and I heard Lion yell “I told you to come down!”
“I
don't care!” I shouted.
“You
come down, or... Or I'll just strangle you!” he screamed.
“Come
here and try, you monster!” I shouted. I heard deep breathing then
he said “Come down to dinner.”
“No,
thank you!” I said. I sat on the bed and crossed my arms.
“It
would be a privilege and an honor to dine with you.” he said. I
could tell he was really trying to keep his temper. It wasn't really
working.
“No,
thank you!” I said firmly.
“You
can't stay there forever!” he shouted.
“Wanna
bet?” I called.
“You
just- I'm going-” he started, but then he roared and he thundered
down the hall, slamming a door behind him.
I
sighed. I decided I wanted to go into the gardens.
I
got to the gardens and I looked around. It wasn't special. There was
barely any trees and almost no flowers. I sat down and pulled out my
flute. Mother had told me once that it was magic. I needed there to
be flowers.
I
played a happy and cheerful song and soon enough, roses and
wildflowers bloomed. I stopped playing and they stopped growing. It
now, at least, looked a little bit like a garden. I wished I had my
dog here. I took out my journal and gold pen.
Today,
I lost me freedom. I wouldn't mind, except that, well, I DO. I'll
never see my family again, I now live with a Lion (who doesn't have a
name, so I've taken to calling him Lion) and I've been trying to
annoy him as much as possible. I never thought I would be grateful
for all my brothers teasing and annoying me. It might just come in
use now!
I'm trying to be brave and I'm trying not to shoe Lion that
I'm afraid of him, but I'm terrified! How long will this go on for?
I've never stayed in one place for more than a week. Oh, this shall
end up being so boring.
Oh, dear. Well,
I must go now, I suppose.
I
put down my journal and I took out the food from my bag. It was only
some salted pork, some bread and some cheese, but I ate it quickly. I
then drank some water and I sighed.
I
stood and went back inside. I heard footsteps and I hid behind a
statue.
“How
am I ever going to control my temper?” I heard Lion say.
Even
though I heard nothing, Lion seemed to hear something in response.
“What?”
he shouted. There was a pause. “Okay. I'll try.”
Lion
sat down and I stood there for a moment. Then, he stood and left.
I
went back to my room and I started to read. I played some music on my
flute until I heard a knock on my door. I froze and I walked to the
door.
“Who
is it?” I called.
“Me.”
said Lion. I tensed for a moment, then I unlocked the door and I
opened it a crack.
“What?”
I asked.
“Could
we talk?” he asked. I reluctantly opened the door and he walked in
quietly. I shut the door and said “Well?”
“Er,
this is a little complected... I... I... apologize. I lost my
temper.” he said.
“You
think?” I said coldly. His gaze hardened and I sighed. “Apology
accepted. This time.”
“Will
you have supper with me tonight?” Lion asked.
“Why
not?” I said. “I have nothing else to do except be a... Never
mind. What time?”
“Six-thirty
sharp.” he said. I nodded and said “See you then.” and he left.
I
flopped onto my bed and stared at the ceiling until the clock struck
six. I stood and looked for something to wear to dinner. I looked in
the closet until I found a dress that was blood red. And it was made
of cotton and silk. I put it on and I cleaned my boots off. I combed
my hair and put the front strips of hair back and tied it up. I
touched my necklace. It was a black nylon ribbon with a porcelain
circle charm. The porcelain had the picture of a tree on it. I tucked it under my shirt before going down.
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