Not His [on hold]

Prologue

Ellia ^^^

Prologue

The day began as any other, the hot smoldering sun glaring at my blonde wig. My head felt as if it was lit on fire, while my arms and legs tire as I dragged around Drik's cart.

"Get a move on, boy." He growled, kicking at my feet. Stumbling forward, I made sure I did not drop any of his valuables. "These gold necklaces and watches won't move themselves." Drik grumbled, picking up one of his rings and inspecting it. The ring caught the sun, and it shone like a firefly at night.

Heaving, I dragged Drik's cart to his assigned spot on the corner of the street. He glowers at me before handing me a small bag of gold coins, "Beat it, you're scaring the customers." He growls at me, and nods his head into the direction I came from.

Humbly taking the bag of coins, I kept my head low before walking off down the streets. Merchants could be heard left and right, hollering prices and discounts. My whole head was sweating, and by now my dark locks would be drenched in sweat under the short boyish blonde wig. Walking in a slow pace, I reached my small home at the very outskirts of the slums. I entered my home, a small and broken down wooden house, with creaks and puddles.

Tossing the bag of coins onto the table, I checked in on my only living relative, my grandmother. She was half asleep, watching the forest through the window. Shaking my head, I will always wonder why that old bat insists on watching the forest.

"Granny, I got us a good amount of coins today. It should last us a week." I called out to her, her eyes snapped open and she squinted at me adjusting her eyeglasses.

"Sheila, is that you, dear?" She croaked, reaching out her frail hands towards me.

I stare to the floor, "No, Granny, it's me Ellia." I told her, tossing my blonde wig aside.

She furrowed her eyebrows, "Oh, Ellia. My apologies, you look so much like your mother with that blonde wig on." She mumbled, continuing her rocking in her chair while watching the leaves trickle down the trees.

Sadly smiling, I stroked the blonde wig. Why had I not been born with blonde hair, it would please my grandmother so much to see her daughter once in awhile.

"Dear, why don't you marry already? You're of age, and I don't want you roughing your hands and blistering your feet. I have talked around, and a few young men are interested in courting you." She said, glancing at me through her glasses.

"Grandmother, I've told you plenty of times." I muttered, pursing my lips. "I do not need a husband in order to survive."

She looked at me worriedly, "Dear, it isn't that, that I'm worried about. I'm growing older every hour, my sweet Ellie. I'm just afraid that one day I won't be here to keep you company." She stated with sadness in her eyes.

Stubbornly I shook my head, "I'm not afraid of loneliness." I huffed, seating myself onto the wrecked couch.

She stated at me with deep regret roaming on her face, "My dear Ellia, everyone fears loneliness. It is a feeling we cannot help but feel, and it is a feeling that we cannot be rid of. Do not let that feeling hold onto you, sinking you with its dark whispers and cunning lies." She mutters, the squeaks of the rocking chair could be heard as she moved back and forth.

"Granny, are you feeling alright?" I asked worriedly, stretching my arm and reaching for her forehead to feel for a fever.

She swatted my hand away in annoyance, "No, my sweet child. I am fine. Just promise me you'll take care of yourself, I fear that the one day I referred to is coming sooner than I expected." She mumbled, before closing her eyes.

My eyes widened in alert, I quickly stood and rushed to her side. Was she alright? Had she collapsed? I was about to run to the physician that lived a long ways into the heart of the slums, when I notice my grandmother starting to snore.

Sighing in relief, I sunk back into the couch rethinking grandmother's words.

Loneliness...

What a thing to fear, unfortunately my grandmother does not know I already feel this thing called loneliness.

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