The Storyteller

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 2 (v.1) - Leaving Home

Submitted: June 03, 2010

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Tonight would be her last night alone.
Thea traced her childhood room with her eyes, committing to memory the curves in the walls, the wear of the floorboards, the large white window and its soft seat. The fading, dancing light that spilled through that single window painted her light skin gold and hit the blues in her raven hair. Tonight would be her last night alone.
She ran her fingers along the edges of her bed, its sheets her only remaining possession in sight. Everything else Thea owned came closer and closer to Noble Ranch by the second.
She opened and closed the already emptied drawers of her bureau. A pale simple flowing garment was draped across its surface. She’d dress in it upon waking tomorrow morning. Dress in it and wait for her older sister Stella to fetch her.
Then she would leave her home. Never again would the word refer to this room where she, Mary, and Stella had spent nights together as children, laughing ‘til the early hours. Wouldn’t mean the kitchen where she’d helped her mother cook biscuits for the children who came to their shop in town, or the living room where her father would spend every morning with a cup of tea and a book, reading aloud from it when she was little and would beg him. The backyard where Declan had shyly stolen her first kiss or the porch she’d hurry up after a day’s play in town or a day’s work in the shop.
Home was now a humble ranch estate she hadn’t yet seen and yet had been awaiting her since birth. A promise was a promise, no matter who’d made it, she could hardly break it. Tomorrow afternoon she’d wed Declan Noble.
With a sigh Thea sat on the window seat, staring beyond its glass to watch the town of Lina, her entire tiny world, where workers were drudging home from long days at work in the fields and mothers called children inside as light faded from her town to be replaced by stars of evening.
She closed her eyes and breathed in, taking small comfort in the sanctuary of black beneath her lids, resting her head against the window’s glass until it grew cool. It was a long time before she finally opened her eyes again, and this time it was dark outside. The oil lamp lighting her room spun shadows and played for her the show of her reflection against its transparent body.
Long black hair and wide cloudy eyes the color of solid pewter, lips thin and fair and soft; a light silky nightgown that trailed from the edge of her neck to the heels of her feet with sleeves which hung on her in a delicate fashion, billowing loosely at her wrists. This was the girl staring back at Thea, and she didn’t look much like a bride.
So what, she wondered, was to be done? She asked to the Mother and asked to the Father and any angels who quietly listened nearby. What was to be done? For her fate was already set. Comfortable, not unbearable, she’d become quite fond of Declan Noble growing up, but lacking in something most precious. Declan Noble was her friend, like a brother or a cousin, when did people decide to no longer marry for love?
Fighting back worthless tears, as she had no answers as to help herself nor had the heavens replied, Thea left the seat for her bed. Tonight would be her last night alone. And for this one last night, she choked down her weeping, her fears and worries and remorse, and pretended, as she drifted in dream, that tomorrow would be just another day and that she still had a choice.
That she was free.


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