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I got too antsy and started writing my second novel instead of rewriting my first. I AM working on chapter 10 in the intrum. I have a few chapters ready for reading but for now...THE PROLOGUE.
This prologue bleeds awesome. xd
Prologue
Sunny afternoons with her aunt always left Senka in a state of reverie. A heavy, cool drop of sweat pealed down her already oily face, streaming along her cheek and down her neck, preparing to soak into her clothing. Senka could feel the waves of heat radiating from her body—Kentucky summers were always miserable. It was not her decision, or preference, to sit directly in their steaming rays.
Turning her eyes back to her company, she began to judge the tone of voice exhibitied by her twin sister Alvira and Aunt Tira. With desperation to wipe away the forming sweat that began to expand, larger and larger, on her aunt’s forehead, Senka sat back, lulling into the dull warmth of the day, until feeling the cold, startling sensation of melted chocolate mint chip ice-cream rolling slowly across her thumb.
“I firmly believe that Matia is nearly how Earth used to be. These people, when they came to this world, knew how to run a nation, knew how to build and to create. They were not primitive as they had been at one time on Matia. They were a civilized people, merely forced to colonize somewhere else. Because when they came here, they had already built the cities I saw when I was there!
With the rapid expansion of population, integration of the races became…somewhat impossible to avoid. Slowly half Elfs became fourth Elfs and eventually the distinct slanted eyes became less slanted and pointed ears that separated them from the rest of the humans dissapeared, and the shorter and stockier lumbering build of the Dwarves became taller and thinner.
No one knows who will be chosen; if anyone will ever be chosen again. But, somehow, I can’t help but—”
From then Senka quit listening to Tira; she felt it unnecessary to hear the same things, over and over again, that her aunt said. Her sister, on the other hand, remained suprisingly enthusiastic about the whole thing, assured that perhaps some day she could see this wonderful land; that perhaps she too could find this magical place and fall in love with its splendor and its people. Alvira was a fool.
Senka never finished her ice cream that afternoon. The thought that her aunt was so willing to throw her own unborn children into Matia disgusted her. The planet was a poor excuse for hospitable, she had long since decided, and the idea of being a scion was a curse, not a blessing. But then, hadn’t her uncle survived death on Matia? Did that mean the scion did not have to fear death? What a thrilling prospect.
Senka closed her eyes, listening to the lull of the SUV moving along the highway. She could feel her sister’s eyes upon her. b***h. She took a deep breath, slowly letting it out, hearing the shift of leather, knowing the eyes were gone.
At dinner Senka was specifically asked how things went. She let her eyes fall to her dinner plate, and frowned, pressing her fork weakly into the chicken it rested above. Judging her father, she smiled, knowing how much he loved her. She nodded approval, sure he did not believe her. The rest of dinner Senka and her family sat in silence, the same silence Senka had felt all these years.
Senka and Alvira were sent to bed early that night. They climbed the stairs together and parted at the hallway, sharing a smile.
“I’m glad you’re home,” Alvira whispered.
“Me too.”
Your name is Alvira Kline, although you have only used that surname for five years. At the age of ten you were at last adopted, out of the horrendous foster care system of Louisville, Kentucky, by a man named Andrew Kline. Your family is small, but you have never felt so much love in your life. These people feel so real to you, as if it could never have been any other way.
When you first meet your aunt, Tira Kline, you see in her eyes the love she already feels for you. You can tell she longs to take care of you, to make things better, and you are glad. The two of you quickly become close, closer than she does to your twin sister. You see Senka’s jealousy, her resistance to the love Tira wants to give her, and it worries you. Over the years Senka’s jealousy intensifies into something you despise in her. Watching the darkening deadness in her eyes deepen, you know she hates you. You decide it is best to love her anyway, but it hurts.
Things get worse, and on your fifteenth birthday your sister does not come to your joint party. She stands outside, and when you speak to her, she refuses to acknowledge your presense. You see her that night crying on the bathroom floor, making the mistake of having to brush your teeth. Her arms are drenched with fresh blood that has spilled over onto her clothes and stains the floor, and when she sees you she screams at you to get out. You tell her how much you love her and put your arms around her, despite the sickening feeling that wells from inside you. She cries and struggles in your grasp until your father enters the room and takes control of the situation.
You are asked to go to your room, which is down the hall. As your hand rests on the doorknob you hear her resonating soprano scream; you turn to see your sister carried away unwillingly in your father’s arms. You feel a wave of cold nausia rush over your clammy skin, and your heart aches when you look into her eyes. You know…you did this to her. You cry in your room until you hear the familiar groan of the garage door, and when your father enters your room and sits beside you, you are pretending to sleep. He knows better, and pulls your tiny frame into his arms, and you cry until you have no more tears left.
The weekend your sister is released from the hospital, you visit your aunt again.
 animepurinsesu · Thu Apr 26, 2007 @ 04:09am · 0 Comments |
