I woke to screaming. I sensed that I was surrounded by five boyish men. I slowly closed my gaping mouth, cutting of the scream that I found to be mine. I opened my eyes to find what I already knew to be true; the 'boyish men' surrounding my bed were in fact my brothers. Sadly this is not the first time I have woken to find myself screaming or to find my brothers looming over me. Although that is so, this is the first time I remember why.
"Isabeau are you okay", that deep husky voice could only be Charles, my eldest brother.
"I remember".
One sentence, two words, that was all it took for my brothers to go into a frenzied argument. Through all the noise I heard Angelo (my youngest brother) and Charles fighting against the inseparable twins Collin and Caleb. Angelo and Charles always the 'good boys' are saying I should go to our father about this, whereas Caleb and Collin think I should go to Nanny Jones.
I let them argue for convincing me to do either of those things is another problem altogether. While they argue Samuel (my only reasonable brother) is helping me out of my tangled sheets and over to my huge wardrobe filled with pretty dresses. 'Yuck'. I search and search on shaky legs to find the one thing I think suitable for someone like me. Trousers and a short sleeved shirt. I dread the day I become a Woman as they say for then I may be forced to wear petty coats and frills. Oh the horror and how Damien would laugh at me! My thoughts have travelled, that is never good for a warrior. I pull my thoughts back to the problem at hand.
"STOP!" I shout.
This of course makes my room go into a silence only interrupted by my quick, sharp breathes. For my brothers always have a habit to listen to me. I walk out of my wardrobe on my now steady legs and walk towards my brothers.
"As much as I do not wish to tell anyone of what has happened here tonight as I count it a weakness, but I also know you my brothers and I know you will make me tell".
My words had broken the silence that had hung between us but not the tension.
"I shall tell one person and one person only".
My brothers wait on my verdict without a word.
"I shall follow Caleb and Collin and tell my nanny, for though I do not wish to tell her anything, I dread telling our father more".
Instead of knocking like any normal person would do, I just barge into my nanny's chambers in what she would deem 'a very un lady like manner'.
"Nanny Jones, I must speak with you".
I gazed down at the small form curled up on the huge bed and once again wonder why my father hired this puny excuse for a woman.
"Isabeau dear, whatever could make you come into my rooms in that manner, at this hour of the morning. You did not even say good morning. We really need to work on your manners".
Of course at ten a.m. I have been awake for many hours already and she had only just woken and only because of my need to talk to her.
"Nanny I have been having mysterious dreams in the night and have been waking to find myself screaming".
I am a very straight ford person so as usual I get straight to the point. I look at my nanny and see and horrified look upon her face, this tells me everything I had need to know. Firstly, she is horrified by the prospect of me having nightmares. Secondly I should not have come to her about this. Finally, Nanny Jones is going to tell my father and everyone else in our home what I have just said then force me to tell my father everything. Suddenly a strange elated sensation comes over me and I look at my nanny once again and an impulse voice comes out of my mouth, it says
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Violet Magic
FantasyIsabeau is a daring 15 year old in a place that girls can't be so. So when she discovers things that are different about her than everyone else. She runs away too find her long lost aunt.
