Owlet

Change

This is my first story so please vote and comment!

It was a hot summers day and a cool summers breeze blew across my face, sweeping my hair back as if a group of sprites or fairies was holding it up. I knew the gods were telling me it is time for a change. My name? Rose, so called due to the natural red hair and pale skin colour I have. My age? 11 and my future husband was yet to be decided.

I was sitting on a hill waiting for my father to summon for me. I was staring at the multicoloured sunset, framed by the trees and the stars in the night sky. My father is choosing the man I am to marry, yet I get no say. I get no say in my future at all. Why?

The answer to this was the fact that I was a girl. Girls had no say in their future or anything. Sit, sew and stay beautiful are the three s' a woman needs to live by in Sowtia, the land my father ruled over. But why? I had no mother who could tell me nor one to look up to. My father said she died in childbirth and that it was lucky I survived.

In my head, a thousand things swirled. Ideas banging against the side of my head. I finally found my peace, staring at the painting perfect sky. The hill which I sat on surrounded me with wildflowers, the snowy whiteness of the daisies and the vibrant blood red of the poppies.

Suddenly, I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder. I jolted my head back to see the maid, Ellie, who has raised me since birth."Your father is ready for you dear." Said Ellie. I simply nodded and headed inside, dreading my fathers choice.