AN/ Bonjour!
I come to you with a newly written story, fresh from the oven called my laptop! (lol)
Please enjoy even though I know its a bit boring. The exciting stuff is in the next part. Hehe. *rubs hands together*
See you at the end!
Ciao!
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"She's beautiful, isn't she?" the tired voice of Helena Margrave said fondly. Her husband, Frederick Margrave, stared down at the little bundle in Helena's limp arms. He reached out and stroked the small patch of dark hazel hair on top of a small, pinkish head.
"Yes, very," he said softly. "What shall we name her?" he asked his wife.
Helena thought for a long moment, staring at the baby in her arms thoughtfully. "I'm not sure. But it has to be something she'll grow up loving, something unique and beautiful, just like her."
Frederick couldn't help but grin. "I know. How about that Queen's name? The one of Jevillia, the one you admired so much? What was her name again?"
"Dalia. Dalia Smokewind," Helena said proudly.
"Instead," Frederick said, "our little one will be Dalia Margrave."
Helena kissed the top of her newly-named baby's head. "Dalia," she murmured, "Dalia Margrave. I love it."
Frederick grinned triumphantly. He did always love pleasing Helena. It's what he lived for, after all.
Suddenly, the room went cold, the lamp on the bedside table flickering. A chilly wind swept through the air and Helena shivered, holding Dalia to her chest. The windows rattled, and so did the glass doors to the balcony.
Then, as though nothing had happened, the lamps stopped flickering, the windows stopped rattling, and the room was back to normal temperature. Frederick looked around with searching eyes, narrowed in suspicion.
"Are you oka—"
Frederick's question was cut short with Helena's surprised shriek. A sound like a cracking whip echoed in the air, startling them both. The lights in the room dimmed, flickered, and went out like wind on a candle-flame. The windows didn't rattle this time, they just shattered. Glass shards flew everywhere, scattering across the floor.
Frederick's hand flew towards the stake he always kept in a slot in the mattress, hidden by the comforter. Before he could reach it, though, Helena was swept away with Dalia in tow.
"Fred!" she screamed, holding onto Dalia as tight as she could to keep her from falling out her arms. She was being flung around in thin air.
"Ghouls," Frederick hissed with rage. "Come out, you filthy cheats! Let her go! She has nothing do with this!"
Menacing laughter floated across the air, and a figure materialised before his eyes.
Helena lowered to the ground, panting, her knuckles white around Dalia's blankets. "W-Who are they?" she asked weakly.
She was unheard as Frederick lunged towards the Ghoul in front of him, stake at the ready. The Ghoul stepped to the side gracefully, with one swift motion, it's cloak swaying around it's limbless form.
Another two figures materialised into the room, one similar to the Ghoul, the other a bit taller and see-through.
"Ridaan!" Helena gasped, before flinching like it hurt to speak.
Ridaan, a tall, gangly ghost, lifted Helena off the ground gently with a sway of his bony fingers, placing her on the bed.
Even with Ridaan warding off the Ghouls, one of them caught Frederick by the neck and placed a rotting hand to his chest, drawing out what looked to be a silvery sheet of light.
Ridaan cried out, faster than lightning, by Frederick's side to try and stop the Ghoul. But it was too late, the silvery sheet was out completely, and it wailed in agony in the Ghoul's hands, the brightness fading.
The other Ghoul in the room did the same to Helena. Dalia fell out of her limp arms and onto the bed softly. Ridaan muttered chants and curses, trying to rid Helena of the soul-eating Ghoul. The Ghoul flinched and recoiled a bit, but ended up pulling out Helena's soul as well. Hers was almost golden.
Ridaan flickered around the room, blocking any type of escape the Ghouls had.
But one of the Ghouls raised its head, revealing stony black eyes under its hood. A smirk was on its rotting, peeling lips. A hand emerged from out of its cloak, holding a small white pearl. The other Ghoul did the same.
And before Ridaan could do anything to stop it, both Ghouls swallowed the pearls, vanishing half a second letter with the the sound of a cracking whip, taking the Margraves' souls with them.
All seemed to be lost.
Ridaan lifted Dalia off the bed sadly, slowly, feeling the biggest fool ever, and swallowing his own white pearl with Dalia hovering above his hand.
They both disappeared with a loud crack, just like the Ghouls.
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AN/ Ola senõrs and senõritas! How was that? A bit boring, I know, but the next chapter is where the fun starts. I promise ;-)
I'm keeping this story just on the surface at first, not going to go deep into detail about where and how Dalia grew up and all that. That will be saved for somewhere in the middle of the story.
Personally, I can't wait to write about the boy in this story, and how confused Dalia will be when she feels all giddy inside whenever she looks at him ;-)
You'll find out more about that a bit later ;-)
Please suggestions of what you would like to see in future chapters, and I'll fit it into the story wherever i can.
Until then.
Au revoir!
(Is that Spanish? I'm not very sure... *nervous laugh*)
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