Haylie's Towers

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

After being kidnapped when she was four, Haylie was locked inside a tall tower, forced to wait until the purest soul came to set her free. Then Declan comes along, and Haylie's life will change forever...

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Haylie's Towers

Submitted: March 19, 2011

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Chapter one

Haylie sat at her window and locked over the plains of the little, stone court yard. She sighed. No matter how long she was trapped, it would never change. She would forever only be seeing stone. Outside, inside; she's grown so used to it she sees it in her dreams. I think it covers my heart, she writes in her journal, which sits apone her lap. Her white dress flowed around her pale body, and her soft, gentle hands held a pen. Vishu had giving this to her, though she didn't know if she sould be thankful or to still despise him; he was the one that kept her here.

She brought her eyes up from the book so look out over the court yard again. She knew what she was looking for, and she knew she wouldn't find it, but she still tried. And, just like every time, she let her eyes fall back to the journal she held, her eyes swelling up with tears. No, she wrote, i really never will see her again, will i. She was broken. Kaia, who had been her friend for the longest time--ever since she was brought here--was killed not a year ago. she had been hunted  down by ogre's and forced to live among and like them before they killed her for breaking one of their rules; never go beyond willow tree. Haylie wondered what was there, and why it scared so many people, but no one ever talked. She liked to gaze at the people who traveled by her tower; liked to listen to their coversations, and she would pretend she could talk back. Agree or disagree with anyone, but no one would hear. She'd been isolated from the outside world for so long, she felt like she never really knew it; that it was just a dream.

I dont remember who i am, she wrote. I dont know if i'm suposed to be a Duchess or a village girl. A royal or a Gypsy, the kind i see dancing on the cold, gray stones everyday for money. i dont know anyone, i only know they are free; that they have lives and families and dreams and any chances of fufilling those dreams. i do know more, yes. I know that i will never have those opportunities. I'll forever be here until someone like Kaia comes along again. One shall wonder why she wasn't able to set me free. She finished scribbling on the page and gracefully lifted her pen, folding the cover over. Haylie Myth, she had written on the cover when she was eleven. She had wanted that to be her name, and she tried to ask it of Vishu. He could've cared less, she quickly opened her journal to write the one last thing, and then closed it again. She lifted herself from the window and over to the small stone desk that was carved from the wall. She had grow used to the cold chill of the floor when it met her bare feet. She enjoyed the small and feel of fresh wind in her hair every day, yes, but it would be nice if she could trade it for one thing; a comoner life. The slight probability to be a normal... normal anything. Just normal. Instead, she was stuck as a young, naive, confused, hopeless blood of the fey line. Nothing more. Nothing less.

She placed the journal on her desk quietly, as if she didn't want to disturb the air that had been trapped along with her in the small, cold, gray, never-changing room of her tower. She was fed three times a day by Darius, one of Vishu's guards, who slid a plate of food through a slot under the door. There was a shower in her small room, but it didn't have hot water. She only had five dresses, and she had to clean each one individually every day just to wear something different. At least being a villager, you could throw your clothes into one big pot and clean them. She only had a small wood bucket. Sometimes, she wondered what eve got her through the long life of a prisoner. Hope, she told herself. Hope that you will be free, hope that you will live, and hope that you will find out and understand why Vishu is so obbsessed with keeping you here. And just like it always did, thinking the statement filled her this optimism, and she danced elegently around the small space between one wall and the other, carrying her journal with her as she skillfully snatched it back of the desk. She held the pen in her hand, and she started to write again.

This is something i just wanted to write about. I feel like this sometimes; that i'm trapped, and sometimes i'll feel that i'll get out. i hoped you like it. Please comment. Bye!


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