Shiver

Chapter Two- The Lonely Road

*Pic is of 14 year old Lilya Short Bit of Memoirs till the age of 14, then the story gets going :D REMEBER TO VOTE OR COMMENT*

 It seemed to be the cruelest type of punishment to be left alone, for a crime she did not even recall committing even crueler. If her mid started to wander back to the past she quickly found something to occupy herself so that the painful memories would not resurface. She took a liking to art, a talent she excelled in, also serving as a small escape from her desolate life in the cliff-side druj village of Tajbel and was even allowed to take her sketch pad to the forest, to spend hours in a world of her own.

 When Lilya’s fourteenth year rolled around, four years after the sudden disliking of the Queen, a woman she called Ba’thraishva, Mother, Lilya formulated a pot that would hopefully win her Ba’thraishva’s attention back. Why not make her a piece of art? It took days just to figure out what she would do, spending more time than usual brooding in the forest.  She would make a booklet of her life with the Queen, nothing extraordinary, but a few good memories. In four weeks time she had finally completed her masterpiece, surely it would capture the Queens eye? Putting the drawings in order after the water color paint settled, she cut three slits into the far end and looked a read ribbon into each, creating a binding for the booklet so it could stay in order.

The first page was merely a title page, labeled, “us,” the rest were in order of memory:

Pane one included the Queen holding Lilya as an infant, looking across the cliff to the forest on the other side, shrouded in fog. Page two was of her earliest memory of them peacefully swinging their legs, Lilya in the Queens lip. Page three the Queen was singing her to sleep, her eyes closed and the Queens held a soft look, and page four the two played in the forest, she was hiding behind a tree while the Queen called out for her a few yards away. Page five, the last page was simple, Lilya and the Queen stood together looking each other in the eyes like they so often did.

The Queen didn’t even take a glance at the booklet when Lilya held it out proudly to get her Ba’thraishva’s attention, she simply nudged her away and walked on, forgetting her blossoming pet.

The Dawn after the Queens harsh dismissal Lilya woke to a twisting pain in her lower abdomen, clenching her jaw she sat up, thinking she ate something to upset her stomach the other night. After a minute passed the cramp died away, leaving her feelilng somewhat normal, she felt something wet underneath her and frowned, what animalistic thing had she done now? What else could make her so much more different than her Ba'thraishva?

Scooting off the bed of animal pelts she gasped and turned a dark red. A patch of blood stained the grey fur of a spring hare. Standing up quickly she grabbed the stained fur and ran out of the Queen's spire, straight across the bridge. It was early in the morning, the guarding beasts would not be up so early in the frosty air of late January. Sprinting across the bridge she made quick work of the furs and disposed of them into a large hole in the ground, once a sink hole, then she took time to think.

How did this happen? Why am I bleeding down there? Its bad enough that I have to eat and make waste, but now this...what would Ba'thraishva say? She walked to a small stream, head hanging in shame. Just another thing the Mazishta will dislike her for. Lilya stripped of her nightgown and tossed it to the side as angry tears swelled up in her hazel eyes the Queen once loved so dearly, jumping into the cold water as they started to fall.

The cold water was a good jolt for her, waking her up completely as well as getting her blood to flow. She stayed in the water until her emotions had died down and her fingers grew prunny, crawling out to bask in the morning light. She was proud of her developing body, growing to look more like a womans- like her Ba'thraishva. She was not the scrawny ten or even twelve-year-old anymore, being almost fifteen now she had grown up to five feet two inches tall, her legs were long and lean, with enough muscle to give her a curve toward her hips and waist, somewhat tiny and holding her blooming breast.

Thinking about it made her smile, I may not be able to be as powerful as her, or elegant, but my body can look like hers!

Redressing herself she almost forgot about her bleeding as she made her way back across the bridge, throwing a large rock to distract the drowsy monsters and ran back across and straight to her small chamber. Breathing heavily she stepped into her bedchamber, not very charming, only holding her bed- a box filled with wool and covered with animal pelts she used for blankets, and a small desk where her drawing supplies were stored.

"Lilya!" the girl jumped as the unexpected voice of the Queen sounded behind her, she turned with a dumbfounded look on her face, why is she here? "Lilya my Dear, you're bleeding!"

Lilya blushed, of course she knows, Ba'thraishva knows everything, "I'm sorry Ba'thraishva, I didn't mean too!" she bowed, looking down at her bare feet, turning a redish purple from being on the cold stone floor.

She flinched as the Queens shoes tapped toward her and clenched her fists into balls nervously, "Lilya, my Izha, it is nothing to be ashamed about..." Lilya looked at her confused, the Queens cold finger lifted her chin, "something to be proud of my dear, this bleeding means you've grown up."

And this is where Lilya's story truly begins, her story of how she will fight for her life, love and freedom, how one rebelious boy will give her the key to a new, scary life where she will always be happy.

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