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Elementals (Paused)

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Ch. 1

I stepped out into the warm summer air. I felt my bare feet brush up against the newly cut grass. Slowly I wavered before setting one small foot down feeling the earth squish beneath me. Crickets hummed creating delightful tune. I felt the urge to escape the gates holding me back from civilization. I ran around having the small breeze blow up my dress as I swirled around the garden. The summer sun reflected down on me now that I was no longer hiding under a frilly umbrella. I was picked up and swung around in circles by father. I let out giddy squeals of joy as we twirled. He erupted in laughter behind me.

"This child is happiness." He whispered. Then the strong arms holding me disappeared. He had vanished onto the throne. A sigh escaped my mouth as I looked about.

  Not a single place was left untouched by my dainty fingers. My little hands overpowered by my curious cranium.

"Get me a chair. A paper and pen too." I called out to the servants. Quickly they came with my requests. Soon I was jotting down little things I could see, touch, smell, or hear. It was all fascinating.

Then I wrote the letter. It was to whoever was out there past the forbidden gates. To come a save me from all the horrors of my fancy life. Maybe come and take me away so I didn't have inherit the throne, but that was lost the day they locked me up from the light. I was never allowed to walk out there again.

My parents took away the one thing I loved. Even if I never had it, only the idea of freedom.

***

I sat quietly on my bed wondering if there was a letter ten years old waiting for me. I wondered if it was old and tattered. All wrinkled and smeared, or if it was replaced everyday as I remembered.

A small box sat in my lap. Inside were small messages starting to fade. Each one scrawled in the same old writing barely stating a few words. Taped inside on the lid was my favorite. Which ironically was he longest one. It was the last one.

"Dear Lyra,

Your message was interesting. Who we are I can not say. Only shall I tell you to be warned for tonight, and for some years later. Changes are in the air filling it with excitement.

  Sincerely, E"

All I wanted to ask now was how would this person  would know that I would be locked here like my room was a dungeon cell. I didn't believe that it was some fairytales of a creation anymore. That was childish. Only that that human was still out there.

  I wondered what their touch would feel like. How they thought things were. If I would truly like them. If they knew who was writing. If they were big or tall. Mainly though who were they?

I had written down all the silly questions I had thought of one by one. Collected as memories in a journal of lost things. Slowly I wrote down little songs or stories in another. I had filled hundreds with all the little things my mind could conjure up.

Almost everyone was running away to freedom. Except me and my parents, the servants, and the wise ones. This person would lead me away.

***

"Miss Brooks. It's time for your studies. Wake up."  The maid sighed snaking the rattling bracelets up her arm and turned to grab the covers.

"Umpf!" I tumbled out onto the floor. A face plant onto the cold, hard, glassy, uncomfortable, unwelcoming marble. There was no point though to. I would be freed tonight from this chamber. Tonight I would be climbing down rung by rung on the ladder that took my years to acquire.

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