"....So" I say awkwardly as I sway from left to right,
"Never go into the forest girl, have I made myself clear?" Uncle Benjamin asks as he sips on a crystal glass filled with so expensive deep red wine,
"Yes, sir" I grumble, not really enjoying his bossy-ness,
"There are bad things in the woods" he mumbles, more to himself than me,
"Like what?" I ask before self control can warn me no to, "May I ask" I add, not wanting him to see me as rude seeing at he does has the ability to render me homeless,
"The filthy De' noir clan" he growls then gulps down a mouth full of the beverage that surprisingly Miss Heliotrope enjoys to abuse on a regular basis,
"Like the ones from that fairy tale?" I ask sceptically,
"These are no tale, Miss Merryweather" he chuckles, I suppose his wine is starting to get to his head which is never a good thing. Last time Miss Heliotrope got drunk enough I ended up as her dress up doll, I shutter at the thought,
"What do they do?" I ask, trying to determined the fate I was close to enduring not even an hour ago,
"They're nothing but dirty thief's, bandits, deceitful liars that will do anything in their power to make the valley plunge into eternal darkness" he seethes through his teeth like an angry animal,
"Why?" I ask,
"Non of your concern, now get to your room" he snaps,
"How can it be non of my concern?!-" I snap back, this uncle of mine is really no gentleman, "I have meet them a total of four times, three of which were extremely concerning situations and the other was at my fathers funeral! but you wouldn't know about that, would you?-" I snap, letting my frustration flow out freely, "-You don't even have the balls to send your own brother off, you were to busy mopping around your mansion like some child!" I bark, regretting it instantly. His already sole less eyes seem to get even more distant and empty,
"If you wish to go out gallivanting with the De' noir's be my guest, but when your ungrateful ass realises it should take my advise don't come crawling back" he says scarily calmly, I stare at him for a moment almost expecting him to start shouting at me but he says nothing just pours himself another cup.
I turn on my heels and walk down a random hallway, not really caring where it takes me as long as it takes me far away from that man who basically just told me to go frolic with 'dirty thief's' and never come back.
I walk down hall after hall until I come to at first glance looks like a dead end. I take another look, this time squinting to see at the end of the hallway is a slight square dip. Curiously, I continue to walk down it passing all sorts of paintings and mirrors that are yet to be hung up something I would expect to see in a house someone newly moved into.
Hearing the soft pitter patter of Wrolf's paws behind me, I glance at him as he passes a huge golden framed mirror. I stand still for a second, wondering if what I just saw was a trick of the eyes. I swear as Wrolf passed the mirror, the reflection was not of his own but a huge, black lion. Shaking my head I continue to the door.
I apply minimal amount of pressure to the worn out looking hidden door, in fear of it snapping straight in two. The door give off a small almost inaudible grown as I do so, causing me to scrunch my eyes closed as I cringe at the possibility of destroying the whole wall along with the door. As if I'm not already on bad terms with Uncle Benjamin, destroying his mansion would defiantly render me homeless, that is if I'm not already. I continue to push the door until it swings open quickly causing me to face plant onto the unforgiving uncarpeted ground. I grown loudly as I push my body up using my arms and stare aimlessly at the floor that just claimed my dignity as its own.
"Oh, hello Miss" a voice announces gleefully as if it didn't just witness such an embarrassing event. I glance up to see a short man with a funny, almost onion shaped, hat and a curled moustache,
"Who are you?" I ask as I scramble to my feet, face burning with embarrassment,
"Marmaduke, the chief for this establishment" he introduces formally with a hand out stretched for me to shake but before I have a chance to shake it, it disappears. Literally vanishes. I jump slightly in surprise when I see him at a old looking oven, stirring some sort of stew. His hand rotates at an almost alarmingly fast rate, I fear that it may brake off if he gets any faster,
"I'm-"
"-Miss Blake Merryweather, the last moon princess" he cuts off, rudely. I look at him curiously as he chops carrot after carrot in millisecond's, how did he even know my name and more importantly why on earth has he mistaken my for a fictional character?
"Yeah, the moon princess that's 100% me" I roll my eyes sarcastically, what a stupid thing to mistake that book looks centuries old it' prosperous to even think of something so outrageously impossible,
"That you are" he agrees seriously, I stare at him confused I thought he was just joking but I think he's completely serious "Not the original though" he adds, sensing my confusing,
"What's that meant to mean?" I ask, is this man--thing utterly off his rocker?
"You are that last moon princess, our only hope to save the valley" he states casually, "Could you pass me a *(insert an ridicules name here)*" he commands casually,
"A what now?" I ask,
"Never d'mind" he shrugs then disappears and reappears out in a court yard outside the window and picks at a big green leafed plant,
"You really believe in the fairy tale, don't you?" I ask, shocked and taken back by either the fact this tiny man has the ability to teleport form one place to another in a blink of an eye or he actually fully believes I'm, a mere average teen girl who's still scared of monster under the bed, is the saviour to the valley,
"Have you read the end of the book?" he ask, although something tells me he already has an idea,
"No, Uncle Benjamin took it from me before I could" I state,
"Well, you need to read the end" he says as he re-enters the kitchen holding a yellow 'vegetable' ,
"I cant, I don't know where he took it" I say, getting annoyed that he is so inconsiderate of my situation,
"Have you tried the library?" he asks, casually as he pulls a tasty looking cake out the oven,
"No" I say feeling stupid,
"Well, you should" he suggests, "Oh- and take a slice of this" he says, passing me a perfectly triangle slice of cake on a white porcelain plate,
YOU ARE READING
With Robin.
FanfictionAfter the death of Blake's father she is forced to move in with her only living relative, Uncle Benjamin. It doesn't take long for Blake to notice that Moonacre isn't anything like London and that something very strange is going on past the forest. ...
