The Tale of Mysterious and Simple Color of Fortune.

Laila-Simple Encounter

          Laila liked simple. She was simple. She had a simple russet colored dress, associated with a plain belt with a bow in the middle that she put on occasions, when her days were a little than just simple. Her shoes were plain flats with barely visible holes and a bow in the middle. Her hair was either in a messy bun or a pony tail. On occasions, she could but a fancy bun or a braid in a matter of seconds! She had crafted hands that weaved in and out. They could craft almost anything. You would think Laila was just an ordinary and plain girl. She, thought so, too.

          She had adapted her simpleness when she was just four. When she and her mother went to church, Laila, being dressed in a pretty blue dress and a head-band, got teased. Her friend happened to pour out the words, "Oh, how ordinary! Lia shows an example of just how simple she is!" Of course, she did not know the definition of simple let alone ordinary, but she had liked simple very much. She would go around the house yelling, 'simpy' or 'simpy the pimpy!'

           Oh, how people used to tease her when she was a teenager. 'Simple has pimples' they would holler while running around the field. Poor Laila, she would hide behind a tree or wander around the hall or maybe just sit on the bench, hands folded, a gesture she found polite. As she watched them frolic around, Laila comforted herself by repeating the same familiar words, "It'll be all right. They'll get bored and stop." Sometimes she would even sit there, not caring nor stopping the tears as they trickled down her face. 

            After her teenage years, after the tears were all shed, she was afraid of getting mini things; she feared her dimples, no matter how cute. She used to think that everyone should like little things, like the flaws on her faces. She used to frown when people said the word 'ugly' or 'pimple-faced.' Now, she was ashamed of being dumped in the same hole as the others. She hated flaws. Whether it was self consciousness or bad memories; whether she was right or wrong, she still didn't like dimples. 

Today, she put her hair in a messy braid. Without the dimples, she had always admired her appearance. Her curly, strawberry blonde hair with brown highlights  always shone brightly with her periwinkle-blue eyes.

          Getting to work, she quickly brushed any speckles of dust on the marble floor of the kitchen. An evil man named, Ivan, took Laila to an estate so she could serve as a maid. She cleaned the floors and served the men drinks. Occasionally, she would run errands. 

As she was moping the floor clean of dust, Ivan strolled by and slapped Laila so surprisingly that she fell to the ground. Even though she should've  checked if she was okay or not, her eyes grew wide with relief when the broom didn't hit her master. She allowed a tiny piece of her spill out negativity, any traces of rebellion were still there. Not so luckily. You should beat him up with all your might! He's been teasing you. But of course, Laila would not escape. Instead, she would stay and plan.

            Ivan sneered when Laila fell to the ground. He did not help her up whatsoever. Why should he, when she was a maid? A maid that you stole. A voice mocked him. You shut up! With that, he went on ignoring his ridiculous thoughts. They were not going to soften his heart. He saved her from the poor and single life she had. After all, she could marry a man and give him a baby. Another maid. And soon, his powerful army could raid and steal what he had wanted for a long time.

            "I'm so sorry, your majesty." Laila said, bending her head. It was all her fault...

           "You are to run errands today." Ivan said in a powerful and booming voice while still sneering.

           "Yes, your majesty." Laila bowed. She kept her head bent until she got outside the estate. Ivan could not see what her emotions were, for she kept it hidden very well. In the inside, she was happy. How her heart had yearned to get fresh air! It also gave her a sneak peeo of a route she could take if she were to run away. Running away from the estate again! And just how much trouble you would be when Ivan would catch you. A voice warned. But Laila was not listening, she was taking in her surroundings. 

           She half walked and half ran to the grocery store, the clothing store, and the spice store. From there, she ran errands to several more stores. On and on; again and again. She was skillful, her hands and her senses were very strong. She slipped to the side when she heard a carriage on the road a couple feet away so that it wouldn't trample her. She would follow noises and meet a store that usually had bargains judging by the noise the customers made. 

She planned very carefully. She would charm anyone with her eyes making people stare googly eyed and as she made her way past roads, crowded with townsfolk, some people would make way for her. Outside the estate, people admired her. They didn't know what she faced inside. 

Today, when she lifted her head, she was surprised and shocked she had gone so far. So far that she was at the entrance of the forest. she had gone so far that she was in the entrance of the forest! But this time, she had no eyes for the scenery. She had eyes for a man.