Okay, sorry it's taken so long, and I hope you like this. I plan on going back and editing my previous chapters. This definately isn't my best work, but I'm just building up the base of the story. Enjoy!
Deborah couldn't sleep. All she could think about was the letter she couldn't read. How was he to know if it was for good or bad?
Her mother told her of the twisted people of the Government. She said that after the King left, everything was out of control. That's why they never bothered to govern anyone out of the Royal Village. Only the hand full of subjects loyal to the King are kind and care of others.
So if most of the Government isn't of noble character, what were the chances of there reasoning to be coming for her to be good?
Deborah slipped farther into her sheets knowing the answer.
There was a knock on the door and Deborah jumped. It was late, the sun has sunken into the horizon, and the stars appeared.
Deborah had spent the whole day doing nothing but preparing for her mysterious stranger's arrival. She had brushed her hair to the best of her ability, which wasn't much, with nothing but her hands. She couldn't bathe- for there was no well or river in the Valley and nymphs usually drink the nectar from he flowers in their gardens. But she put on her best clothes, just rags brown from dirt, which was really a lot because Lily-Nymphs don't wear clothes. She made them herself, out of some cotton she found growing far into the fields of the Valley.
Shaking, Deborah walked to her door and opened it. There stood a man in a Government uniform on navy, with a yellow rope on his shoulder, and stars on his shoulders. "Miss
Deborah," he said and did a little bow. "We shall leave soon, we will wait for you to grab some of your personal belongings," then he turned and walked to a majestic purple carriage pulled by four white horses.
Deborah wasn't expecting a respective behavior from the man. Maybe they were coming to her on a good reasoning.
After gathering her thoughts, Deborah returned to her hut. She didn't really have many 'personal belongings'. She had a bed and a dresser, but not much she could carry.
She reached into the bottom draw of her dresser and pulled out a small oak chest. It contained all of her mother’s favorite things, like letters and family heirlooms. She opened it, and pulled out her favorite heirloom, a purple crystal surrounded by gold shaped into a wave like pattern, and put it on. It was worth money apparently, but Deborah didn't care. It was her mother's and even if it was just a pebble from the side of the path, it would mean he world to her.
Deborah held the chest close to her and walked out into the night. She walked into the carriage, the man in navy holding the door open for her.
Inside the carriage was dark, with satin curtains of black, two plush purple couches on each side of the carriages, and a dark floor with a rug so soft against her bare feet.
She sat on the couch to her right, and the smooth fabric comforted her and she was relaxed immediately. But not completely.
Deborah looked out the small to her left, and by the positioning of the constellations of the stars, she could judge the time. She knew each by name and their stories. Her mother taught her, and she fell in love with the patterns of the sky.
But even the bright stars couldn't stop her mind from buzzing with questions. Why where they treating her with kindness? More importantly, was she here for good or bad?
"Good, of course!" a voice came from the darkness and Deborah jumped. Into the moonlight came an ivory face surrounded by golden wavy hair. Her chocolate brown eyes twinkled, and a smile stretched across her beautiful face.
"I’m Sarah," She spoke in a kind voice. "I’m the representative for the Elves in the Capitol." Deborah now saw the tips of her ears pointing out of her hair. "I’ve been assigned to show you around." Somehow, the girl could tell Deborah was confused.
"What's wrong, Hun? Why do you think we came for you with bad reasonings?"
"You- How do you know my thoughts?" Deborah was really freaked out by then.
"Oh silly me! I forgot to mention my ability! I'm a Jade Elf, and we can hear others thoughts." Deborah was beyond freaked by now.
Sarah grabbed her hand. "Don’t be frightened! We all have abilities, like you." Her voice was elegant, sweet, and even motherly.
Deborah looked at the girl. She was at least three years older than her. She looked into her eyes.
Her mother use to tell her that the eyes were the gateway to the soul, and thy can tell you if they are worthy of your trust.
Her eyes were kind. Her eyes were bright and joyful. Sarah was trustworthy. She knew it.
"I can't read my letter." Deborah admitted.
"Why, I'll read it to you!" The Elf exclaimed. "They probably thought your mother would have taught you. Why hadn't she?"
"We didn't really have anything to read where we live." Deborah said, but it was only partly true. Her mother had her letters, but every time she mentioned them, her mothers eyes would start to moisten at their rims so slightly, and Deborah would drop it. She hated it when her mother cried, her one source of protection, showing weakness. And now she's gone.
Sarah heard her thoughts; Deborah could see it in her face. But she nether mentioned nor hung on to it, but pushed it aside.
"Alright, hand me the letter." Sarah said and Deborah did so gladly.
Sarah cleared her throat and read:
"Dear Deborah of the Lily Valley, we are proud to inform you that you are welcomed to our Royal Village as an honorary resident. We have a lot in store for you, we shall tell you of a surprise when you arrive. We shall send a carriage for you tomorrow. Please except our information, we are excited to meet you!
Sincerely,
The Counsel"
As Sarah finished, Deborah felt herself loosen and stiffen at the same time. She felt better that she was safe, that she was welcomed, but she went from fear to fear of the mystery.
Why would she, of un-noble birth, of looks no one wishes to gaze upon, of a mind of no knowledge. She has never been wanted in the Valley, so why would she be wanted beyond it’s borders?!
Then a voice sounded in her head, so sweet and loving and familiar. Her mother.
"Don’t you ever, EVER, question your worth!"
She would say that almost everyday. Ether as Deborah woke up or fell asleep. She had always thought she was just being your average, loving mother. But know she questioned her theory.
Had her mother known something she never told her?
