"You're hiding next to the vase, aren't you, Owl?" She asked, loud enough for her companion outside to hear.
Cassandra closed the book that she was reading as Owl flew inside the tower. She raised her hand and let her pet land on her arm. His claws piercing her a bit but she can manage.
Owl tilted his head and let out a hoot.
She chuckled. "That's 43 for me."
Owl hooted.
"What? It wasn't my fault that flapping your wings create a sound," she defended.
He hooted once again.
She rolled her eyes. "Get over it, Owl. Okay, well, what do you want to do?"
Owl stretched her right wing and pointed at the only entrance and exit she knew of the high tower.
"Yeah, I don't think so. I like it in here and so do you," said Cassandra. "Oh, come on, Owl, it's not so bad in here."
She pushed her arm up with a bit of force and owl took it as a sign to fly up.
She placed the book back to the bookshelve and grabbed the broom. Her long blue hair cascading down her back, to her feet and to some parts of the tower.
"Let's go get everything ready for today."
"Seven a.m., the usual morning lineup
Start on the chores and sweep 'till the floor's all clean
Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop and shine up
Sweep again, and by then it's like 7:15."
"Now done with the chores!"
"And so I'll read a book
Or maybe two or three
I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery
I'll play guitar and knit
And cook and basically
Just wonder when will my life begin?"
"When can I go out? I'm turning 21!"
"Then after lunch it's puzzles and darts and baking
Paper mache, a bit of ballet and chess
Pottery and ventriloquy, candle making
Then I'll stretch, maybe sketch, take a climb
Sew a dress!"
"Now I just hope that this skills would be enough for the world outside."
"And I'll reread the books
If I have time to spare
I'll paint the walls some more
I'm sure there's room somewhere
And then I'll brush and brush
And brush and brush my hair."
"Now I'm starting to wish that I can cut my hair."
"Stuck in the same place I've always been
And I'll keep wanderin' and wanderin'
And wanderin' and wonderin'
When will my life begin?"
She took a series of steps towards the window and gaze at the blue sky.
"And tomorrow night
The lights will appear
Just like they do on my birthday each year
What is it like?
Out there where they glow?
Now that I'm older
Mama might just
Let me go."
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A Twisted Fairy Tale
FanfictionCassandra has grown up inside a tower for her entire life. She lives with her Mother, Gothel, and has never seen the outside world. But, every year, on her birthday, she sees a river of lights that flood the night sky. She only want to see those lig...
