Story

So i was thinking that maybe i could write a story on here, i have no idea how blogs are supposed to work and i need a new project, i think a story might help. If anyone has any additions they wish to add, they can leave a comment on here, that would friggen rock!

Here we go!

Standing at her uncles door way, she felt no remorse for the death of the man that had made her life hell. The healers were all rushing around the place, trying to make sure her uncle wouldnt harm himself with his convulsions. The head healer barked orders at his apprenteces to get a tool, herbs, anything that might help stop the tremmors. She stood there, a softness in her mind, as if she was there, but observing the chaos as an outsider. She knew that the Healers task was an impossible, keeping her uncle alive now would be just short of a miracle, a miracle that the gods didnt have in them.

She turned on her heal and walked out of the room, supressing a malicious smile. The man that had ruined her life had died and she was now able to move on. As his ward and the only living relative of his, she naturally inherited all of his estates, this dump he calls home and all things that come with it. She planned on living as far away as she could, selling all the land and estates in the process. Her steps paused as she pondered where she was going to venture to. Scotland, she would move to scotland and build a life there. She smiled then, that was the one thing her uncles death would bring to her, the money to build her own life.

To think, she was going to marry that barbarian that her uncle had presented to her. She shuddered as she thought of the pasty pale man. He had hair the color of the grits Cook would make for her in the mornings and eyes that lacked the luster of a healthy man, rather the color of grass in a three day drout. She sighed, Andrew really wasnt that bad. She just wanted the option of makeing her own decisions. They did have enjoyable times at the lake, though he was absolutly appalled when she lifted her skirts to dip her toes in the shimering water. Lilly tossed back her long black braid. She would be sure to say her goodbyes to Andrew before she left.

Lilly turned again into a spacious hallway that lead to the sweeping staircase. The very staircase she used as a ramp as she sat on her pillow case and rode to the bottom. They were also the very staircase that Cook held her as she cried when she got news that her parents were gone, victims to the dark illness.

Cook, Lilly decided, was coming with her. She couldnt imagine life without her bestfriend and surrogate mother. True she was only 4 years her senior, but she held a wisdom uncommon for her age, her green eyes alit with knowledge of one at least 20 years near death. Lilly went to the kitchens to grace her friend with the news of their soon to be parture and hoped that she would take it well. But the only thing Lilly found when she reached the kitchen was a note on the oak table and her precious friend lying spread eagle on her back, her wise green eyes devoid of life.