Unmasked

Prologue: & Chapter 1, December Winds:

Prologue:

I had watched my whole world crumble around me, something no one should have to see especially a girl of my age; 17, i was just 17. Not only did my world change a few short months earlier the whole of France's had too. The place I grew up was no longer the same, changing from a Republic after all that time to an empire! Why did we have to change, some people said it changed France for the better, but those were the ones who didn't know what was going on; oblivious, blinded by the facade of it all. I knew there was something odd about Napoleon I just didn't know it back then but now i know everything. Its 207 years later and its time for the world to know whats been going on behind so many closed doors.

Chapter 1,December Winds:

It was a cold December morning in 19th century France. The wind whipped around my bare neck like a thousand blades cutting the raw skin simultaneously. It made my Rosy cheeks seem even more the rosy bringing out my alabaster skin, people could mistake me for a vampire; if only they existed. The cold morning air froze me to the bone, but it didn't bother me, it felt relaxing; it got me out of the house. For the last several days mother and father had been arguing, I dared not to ask what about. Guinevere had manged to get me away from the house, but that's all she was good for, she would not stop going on about the annual masquerade ball the Laurent's were throwing this month, so i decided to block her out and concentrate on the horses I could see in the distance. Their long maine's blowing in the December winds, I always had wondered to myself if they feel the cold as much as we do, iIwould almost feel sorry them. Then Guinevere ruined my train of thought, bringing it back to the party.

"So are you going, Pandora! are you even listening?" Guinevere asked, I wasn't listening but I could probably guess, she hadn't stopped talking about it ever since she had gotten her invite, two months ago!

"Yes of course I was, you asked if I was going to the ball and I haven't made my mind up yet" it was true with everything going on at home I wondered if my parents would let me go, but I wasn't going to tell her that, she diden't need to know, if I didn't go she would think it was my decision not my parents.

"Well if you do go let me know, because I heard that Alexandre wants to go with you" she childishly giggled like she had said something that was out of place.

"well if I do go I'll be going alone, I'm just not interested"

"Fine well you can tell him yourself"

And from that moment on we walked in silence, past the rose garden which was full of dead roses since the frost had taken them one by one, how something so beautiful could perish right in front of your eyes by something so harsh; so cold.