Feather Star

chapter 1

There is one day that sticks with us throughout our lives. Days that are romantic, sinful or a new discovery. For Brielle, her memorable day was soon to be found.

It started after her mother died. Martha. Martha had died from heart attack. Brielle hadn't seen anything that happened except after family supper her mother had stood at the high end of the table before her whole body gave a sudden jolt. She breathed in a quick prick of air until she stood..staring out the window. Within the next few seconds Father had taken her to the study, never seen again. It was after that day Brielle and her three year old sister Pearl had lost their mother.

Seven years later Brielle had grown into a strong willed, beautiful woman. She had a long cascade of dark brown hair and skin as pale as white snow. The villagers of Easthill often described her as the local Snow White beauty, but Bre (as she liked to be called) took no notice. That very day she wore a long,deep maroon skirt, white raindrop sleeved shirt and a brown corset weaved with brown leather strands. She did not wear shoes however as shoes were horrible things that Brielle found most painful. She had decided to visit the bakery for her father, a widowed blacksmith. This was because Pearl had gone playing with other ten year old girls so she had nothing better to do.

As Bre wandered down to the bakery with basket in hand down the twisted cobbled road which she had known as long as she could remember, she started thinking about the peaceful setting and her past.

Easthill was a little town bedded below the northern hills. It was a small town that only had small news. It featured of tiny cottages,cirtus farming fields and tall sturdy oak and sycamore trees. It had the basics of the bakery, the inn and the butchers. Brielle walked down the twisted path to the pond which led her to the center of the village. It was here she turned left and carried on walking until she arrived at a quirky homely building with a wooden carving of a bread loaf with the words; 'Easthill Bakery.' As the bell went above the door like enchanting bells. It was here that Brielle saw Thomas, the baker boy.

'Mornin' Maame,' He nodded removing his cap eventhough they were the same age.

'Morning Thomas, i'd like a large brown loaf for my father please'

Thomas turned round to the shelf of bread 'one loaf for ye misses' as he turned for the money he continued; 'an' i hear one lucky fella is gonna be one even luckier fella after 'oday!'

'Wait, what was that Thomas?'

'You 'ear me right, one lucky fella..'

'Go on...'

'Ask your father.'

'Why won't you tell me?'

'It ain't my place maame im sorry,'

'Please Thomas, i wont tell a soul.'

'Im sorry Bre but i shouldnt had muttered to myself out of turn,' and with that he continued to the next costumer.