I have been playing around with this idea and I really need some input and critiques. Thanks.
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Chapter One
"Yes, I'll take that one please," she said as she pointed at a pure and beautiful alexandrite ring. It was sparkling in the bright Sunday sunlight. She hoped it was expensive, her mother told her not to try to spend too much today. Anything that would irk her mother she would do it. The vender nodded as he pulled the ring out from behind the glass case.
He started to hand it over the counter to the young women. She had to be around the age of eighteen he thought, much too young for the burden she was about to carry. She flashed him a brilliant smile oblivious to the trouble he was about to put her into. But he wanted to get rid of it, and to him that was all that mattered.
"Because I am feeling generous I will give it to you as a gift. I never liked the thing anyway, much too flashy for anyone I know." The young lady tried to protest but he ignored it as he slipped it into a case to keep it safe. Not like it needed the protection, nothing could damage it. He placed it into the women's hands. Finally he had gotten rid of it, his troubles were finally over. The vender watched her walk away relieved.
The girl was surprised, why had the man just given it to her? It was extremely rare and valuable. She had expected to pay at least fifty silver coins for it. She had tried to give him money but he wouldn't take it, she hated for things to be handed to her...
"Aideen, are you ready to go?" her mother had interrupted her thoughts, a common occurrence lately. Her mother had snuck up behind her again.
"Yes, just a moment please." She had decided that she was going to go back to the man that had sold her the ring and demand that he take a payment from her. Aideen found to her surprise that the booth was empty. How was that possible to pack up so quickly?
Oh well, she thought to herself, his loss. She made her way back to her mother. No doubt that there would be another man waiting for her at home. To everyone else she was the daughter of a rich and successful merchant. No man had ever asked her of an opinion, just looked at her like a golden trophy that was much wanted. Her mother was always greedy looking for some way to advance her and her family though the social ranks.
"So what did you get today darling?" her mother asked her.
Aideen answered calling her mother by her first name, knowing that she was uncomfortable with it.
"Nothing much, Keera, just a ring, nothing else really caught my eye." As Aideen expected her mother winced as she said her name.
"Well come along lets get out of this market, I have had enough for today and there is a rather nice gentleman at home waiting to make your acquaintance.
It was a windy day and her hair kept getting in her eyes. Aideen shook her head impatiently, setting her long blonde locks in motion. It caught the light just right, making her look even prettier. Her mother set her arm around Aileen's waist and set for home.
The ride back to the house did not take long but it was dusty from the bumpy dirt roads. After they came to a stop, Aideen observed her home with didain. It was a mansion, a beautiful home with ivy leaves climbing up the sides. It appeared peaceful and birds sang from the oaks that stood around her house. She looked at the balcony that connected to her room, it had white railing all around the sides and a rocking chair for Aideen to sit in while she read. Overall it was the normal house for anyone that wealthy.
Keera sent her daughter up to her room to freshen up. The visitor was actually a prince, one of several in line for the throne. He was the seventh son of the King and was low on the priority list to becoming King. Keera had worked hard to make sure the prince had seen her daughter. Any man that had set their eyes on Aideen never ignored her. There could be a chance that with a little manipulation that she could set that prince next to the throne if all went well with her daughter.
Just as Aideen had finished she heard the horses pounding hooves pull to a stop. She peeked out her window, and sure enough there was a young man there on a pure white horse. She was annoyed. Everyone had shown up riding a white horse, thinking it romantic, but she thought it was idiotic, and so cliche. She walked back over to her wooden chest, and brought out the ring. Her mother always wanted her to look her best.
She thought that the ring would be a nice finishing touch to her mint green dress she was wearing; she slipped the ring she had gotten earlier that day out of the pouch and put it on her slender finger. She noticed that the ring seemed to tighten on her after she put it on but ignored it. It had to be her imagination playing tricks on her again. Maybe she needed to lay off the storybooks.
Her mother would agree, she thought it was improper for Aideen to read books at all. Aideen’s mother argued that with her looks she would never need an education. Thank God her father insisted that she have an education, or she would not have got one. She decided to look down though just to make sure.
Aideen looked down at the ring and turned her hand to see it glimmer and she felt like she was falling, falling into nothing, getting pulled into darkness.
