A young man of large fortune must be in want if a wife, for the common wealth circulates in this manner. It is the same way for a young woman. This was my fathers opinion at least. I have never seen such a captivating young woman the day that I visited the Fates. My father tells me never to inquire of her to anyone, for the mere mention of her will shred the power of the council. I wonder if that is not such a bad consequence. It seems to me that the city council has become more corrupt with each passing year. The very thought that I should not have her contradicts his opinion very much. I always point out that I am nearly seventeen, and many of the boys my age already are betrothed to girls in the village. Though both are near the same yearly fortune, both the boys and the girls seem happy and free. My opinionated father prohibits my ability to be a normal teen. I suppose I should be grateful for the things my father did give me. He allowed me to have my own private tutor so I didn't have to deal with attending the public village school and be attacked by shallow girls. I have suffered though, with my amount of friends. Imagine how many friends to be had if I had went to the public school. I have a better education than what I would of had there. Such is the life of the son of the head of the city council, I suppose.
The day I visited the Fates haunts my dreams and will continue to until I meet the girl in the glass ball. I must admit, the Fates ushered me out when they realized that I was there. Their conversation about her has burned into my brain.
"The girl has realized who she is, she shall be coming back to Arsale soon." Marla remarked. Agatha hadn't even sneered at the girl when she started singing to the pale blue bird that had alighted on her finger. Her voice could not be heard through the ball. Tabitha was the first to realize me and immediately shushed their conversation revolving around the young woman. The three old hags kicked me out and put in a stern word with my father. After that, I am no longer allowed to visit the Fates on my own.
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Fallen
FantasyBreathing hard, she dashes up the stairs of the manor, barely noticing the sky change. The once rosy pink rolling clouds turned to ashy grey. The long winding cobblestone pathway leading to the entrance of the house is lined with hedges, that now ca...
