Sweeping the floor, washing the greases and cleaning the kitchen, Emily heard a very loud voice, a woman screaming at the top of her lungs. She followed the voice, she realized it came from attic. She climbed up the stairs, getting closer to the source, she recognized the penetrating sound, it was her dame's.
She was frightened, took big wide steps, and run to the room where the voice likely to come from. On her way there, she could her the voice disappearing slowly and lastly, in a wobbly tone the woman said "Please, please don't." She reached in front of the door, half-opened, in fact was the bedroom of couplet. She pushed the door ponderously, peeking from the outside.
Walking inside, she was startled...~ting-ting-ting-ting~, the harmony playing as the ballet dancer made her graceful turn like a swan. Seeing the scattered pillows, golden coins stained with blood under the dim light, she encouraged herself, making brave and bold steps to get a little more inside.
Stepped on a sticky fluid, she looked underneath her feet, "BLOOD.. " she saw. There, a body rather deceased wrapped with a cloth lied. So frightened that took her pinky, Rosy lips and cheek instead left her face soaked in sweat as pale as snow. Rushed and lifted the body, it was her dame, she called her, woke her up but the body didn't answer.
But, a sound did, a man whistling, taking loud steps, she held her breath making sure she didn't make any sound. The whistle stopped, feeling relieved she sighed.."..hghhhh.." At the very end of her sigh, "knock-knock" an unwanted sound, on the door she heard. Turing her head around, a red headed man about 6 feet tall with a disgusted look grinning as he raised his eyebrows.
"What are you doing here young lady? "
"I, I ...,..uh.." The fear strangled her throat, was unable to answer anything.
Eyes getting wider, more weary, more anxious, she could hear her own heavy massive rapid heartbeat from the outside. The man got beside her sitting down, whispered "I have got a new toy to play with." Emily closed her eyes grabbed anything that doesn't matter as long as she could use it to hit the man. She swung with all her might to the fullest which left the man in a daze for a while, blood flowing down his head. "Ahhhh
..... " he screamed.
Emily dashed out of the room, ran downstairs, behind her she could hear the man say "Run, little girl run as fast as you can." Turning around she could see him wiping Jim blood moaning, chasing her. Like a bird beating its wing, her old dress recently spotted with blood and dust fluttered as she ran. When she opened the front door she met the mayor and his guard right way.
"What the hell are you doing?" the mayor shouted, realizing Emily's dress was stained with blood, he ordered " Guards, get her in front of me or you will be punished. "... Then, he mayor went inside looking worried about his wife.
The guards stopped her from running away. She threw them with rocks and stones that would slow them down. She ran and ran and ran not caring much about where the route could lead her.
" ...shrhhh..." her old dress got torn by a spikes of the ivy. Only then, her sense came back and looked the surrounding. She was in a deep dark cold icy opaque forest. Her worries got to the climax. The fact that the guards didn't follow her anymore is the only thing that made her less tensed.
"... pitter patter..." she looked at the sky, raindrops falling to her face rhythmically which she couldn't care about. She found her way to get under the shelter, roaming and roaming, she saw a cave whose entrance was covered by several Hedera and Vine as if it was cautiously hidden. She made her way through the hanging plants and got inside the cave.
She sat down, finding rocks and leaves to make fire
Searching around the cave, she saw a dim light at one corner. She went closer and observed. And there, she was bewildered by something. She saw a door behind which lied a mysterious staircase. The board beside the staircase says"...Come, walk inside, you will find endless mystery of your life, Beware about your thirst of greed or you will become unworthy... "
That made her more curious and led to the decision of going inside. She walked inside made her way down the staircase, one step disappearing at once after she had taken another. She saw several gems, jewels, and gold protruding from the wall of the cave on each side of the staircase. She thought she would become rich of she could take them and sell them back. Remembering what is said on the board, she killed her thought and moved forward.
She was led to a secret bunker, coming inside she heard a voice. "Come, darling, come. You have made your way through here." She searched where the voice came from but didn't see any trace of human beside her. "Who are you? Where are you? Are you playing me or something? " she asked.
"Oh, Emily, calm down. You haven't changed even a bit. You acted like that when you were here for the first Aha.. hahahaha.. ".
" Excuse me, I don't know who you are and how do you know my name. So, there is no way I have been here before. My parents never let me go anywhere either. "
The voice replied, " Parents, your parents?? Which one? Oh, the farmer couple! Yeh, they never let you go out. But darling, don't you remember u got that scar on your right arm when you first here. "
"What do you mean by which one. I have only one parents."
"Oh.. ho.. you don't," laughed the voice.
" Then tell me who my other parents are. And about that scar, that scar.., umm.. my parents didn't tell me exactly how I got that scare though. Where are you? "
"Hahahaha.."
"I am not joking around. I am serious."
" Find out yourself young lady. And turn around and you will see where I am and what I am."
"What do you mean by what I am? " saying and turning around she found a big Firefly. She was shocked and stunned.
"Go and grab a file there. They tell every single thing that everyone has said or thought about you both from past and present. My name is Morgan by the way. "
"Well, then I can guess already. These will be thoughts of the cunning couple how to punish me."
"Are you sure? Open and read it darling."
Emily opened the file and on the very first page she saw ' oh sweetie your are so pretty and cute. You are the rising star of Neverland. '
Emily muttered "Neverland, what is even that? Morgan, are you sure that file is about me? "
"Of course, wait a minute let me check. Yes, I am right. That file was yours. Don't you see that moon mark on the file? That was your birth mark on you neck. "
Emily said nothing and kept reading, at one place she stopped...
' Elizabeth where are you? I miss you a lot honey. If you are alive you would be at Amanda's age. '
"Morgan you are really wrong at this time. My name is Emily not Elizabeth"
"Oh ho ho, you were , I mean you used to be Elizabeth, go on.. keep reading. "
The other says 'how dare you to punish me in front of my servant, Elizabeth!!! I am the daughter of the prime minister. Wait and see I will revenge you."
She turned another page and saw what her master couple thought and said about her. She quickly turned theses pages as they were utter nightmare.
' A ha, good bye Elizabeth. Go an die in hell and never come back.' Emily questioned "Morgan, I don't feel so good about this. Who is that? Why does she want to kill me so much?"
" That was about your past. Wait I will show you. This is the recent one."
It says ' No,no,no,no..don't come near me, Elizabeth. I have already killed you ten years ago. It is impossible that you are alive. I pushed you off the cliff on that day..don't come near me arghhhh...' Emily asked Morgan what it was.
" It was her dream last night Em. They still have you in their mind. You don't belong here darling."
"Morgan, I don't get it. And here why does it say they were so lucky to come across a girl and make her their daughter? Here also, why they called me your majesty and asked if I needed something?"
" Your parents, how do I say, you farmer parents are lucky. And let me tell you what, you don't belong here. There awaits the throne in Neverland. You are the rightful heiress to the throne. You are the lost crown princess of Neverland dear."
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Historia CortaThis is a collection of works submitted by the members of UM(1) Creative Writing Club.