WARNING: This is a very old story, written over a long period of time so it isn't the best and it has discrepancies but I wanted to keep it up as it shows my writing development. Thank you.
Who would ever have guessed that the sister of Isabella Sw...
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Chapter 70 - 'The longest Week'
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Day 2
Attarah currently resided within the Volturi castle library, laying lazily across the long, green, velvet couch. Her arm hung off the sofa beside her and she was creating strange sounds with her mouth in complete boredom. The ceiling was created into a beautiful tapestry which she assessed as she began to hum a song she'd forgotten the name of. As she stared intently into the tapestry, she had to blink multiple times as the pictures began to move.
She'd been staring for so long, she was beginning to go delusion. And so she decided to stretch so she stood and wondered to the patio doors in the library directly opposite where she'd been lying. She carefully pulled back the heavy curtains and opened the glass door, revealing a garden with beautiful flowers. It was hammering it down with rain and Attarah grabbed a fleecy blanket, snuggling back down into the sofa and watching the world go by through the open doors. It was beautiful.
Later that day, when Attarah had awoken from a nap in the library, she beamed when a great idea occurred to her, running up the stairs (and promptly regretting the exercise) she stumbled into her closet and pulled a pair of rubber Wellington boots and a rain coat over her body with a grin. Quickly she found herself back in the library, stomping slightly in the boots as she made her way to the garden. The scent of grass and mud succumbed her and the odd scent of wet concrete that she had grown accustomed to in Forks.
Carefully, Attarah pulled the glass door shut behind her and made her way up the garden path to the left. It took mere moments for Attarah to reach a beautifully carved metal gate. She grabbed the wet metal and pushed it open, waking through with a beam. From then on, she continued her adventures in the garden. From experience, Attarah was aware that if you continued walking and only turning in one direction, she eventually end up back where you began.
The garden was colossal and she stumbled across many things she had not noticed before; from water fountains to bridges and even a locked door in the hedge. She had walked right the way around the garden and eventually came familiar with her surroundings once more as she saw the beautiful wooden gazebo she knew an loved.
