Wisteria

Prologue...

I brush the gold leaves from my head, along with the curls of my blonde hair, I won the laurel wreath that day in my archery class, I was up against the older kids and surprised my teacher with my resilience, I was proud of myself, just like my mother. She was walking in front of me, smiling at the purple blossoms. She took my hand and ran through the lavender fields. I smile with her, I think. I cannot remember, I rarely remember anything of my mother; only her golden hair and hazel eyes, gleaming in the sun. They say she ran to Wisteria when my father came back. I do not like my father- let alone love him.

"Come, child." He says, my memory quickly fading.

"Coming." I say simply, my voice stinging with grief. I miss my mother, but I do not think much more of her.

My father stand in the dining hall, straight and fine. "We have news." I smile at his words, were we leaving? Were we leaving to Palos? I hope, my manifestation does not have an effect. "Son," I flinch at that word- Son, it is not who I am, I am nobody's son, nor daughter, I am neither. "We are leaving." My grin widens and my eyes sparkle. "Palos?" I ask, quietly, of course. I could not anger my father. 

"No." My smile fades slowly, No? I wanted to ask. I didn't.

"Oh." I say finally, I must choose my words carefully. My father blinks once before hearing my question, "We are going to Wisteria!" A grin builds on his face as he spreads his arms, and smile falls. Wisteria? Wisteria was the biggest kingdom heard of, and we were going there- to Wisteria. I build up the thoughts I know about Wisteria Palace; Lady Wisteria is known as the girl by the flowers, she is famous for- sitting by flowers. I then recollect the royals of Wisteria, Adonis- the prince- was named for his beauty. Adonis was the Greek god of beauty and desire. I was also named Greek, Achilles. The legendary Greek hero, saved many- and killed many. I try not to think about that though. Another royal; Dianthe- the younger sister of Adonis- Was kind and sweet... But- Dianthe. I remember Dianthe from the myths... Why do all of the Wisteria kids have Greek names? It means, flower of the gods. Oh. "Flower"  Wisteria was a flower... that made sense. 

I drive myself back on topic. We were leaving. "Wisteria?" I ask, feigning confusion. "The biggest kingdom in all the land!" My father says. "Our parcels are packed with shoes and clothing." I nod my head. "May I pack my own bag, father?" I ask. "I suppose- though they must be reasonable, and bring an offering for the king and queen. I nod again, my icy eyes stayed on my fathers for a while. "Well go on." He says. "Pack." 

My father is a respectable man, a noble- not quite royal. I rush up the stairs and start to pack some of my mothers things, along with my comb. I look around for any kind of valuable item I might not miss. I find an Emerald brooch from my mothers mother, my grandmother. That is the offering I will use.

I fish around my room, looking for something to pack- I already have all of my mothers items in my parcel and the offering, but I still need the one thing. I spot it, my Lyre, gold and wood engraved with beautiful swirls and curls. I pick it up and run down stairs to the chariot. "Ah! There you are!" My father says enthusiastically. The driver takes my parcel but I hold onto the lyre. I hop into the chariot and the driver comes back up to the horses reigns. "Wisteria." My father says. "Wisteria." I echo softly, while plucking some lyre strings. My father smiles at the sound, I loved the lyre, and so did he. I keep playing the horse hairs, the sound resonating through the chariot and sky. 

"Off to Wisteria." 

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This was short but it got my point across for the first chapter and thats all I was really aiming for this first bit.

It was honestly really hard to write in that fancy-schmancy way for it to be more authentic but I think I did it okay, so, yeah... Anyways, happy reading!