Dear Beloved Cinderunzel Viewers,
Okay! I am so sorry I did not write yesterday or update anything, I just had such a busy day Thursday. Remember how I said that I was on a role of good days?! Well, the role keeps rolling. I am cracking up over here at home watching videos by The Lonely Island. I like the song by them Jizz In My Pants and I'm On A Boat. Hilarious! Even though the title is so wrong and the song. But if you saw the video and listened to it, it is funny. I am serious this is a funny song. I actually like it.
So can you believe my ma made me stay home because she woke up late and didn't have time to dress my bro and sis so she made me stay home just for that. Because she wanted not to be late for work. I actually wanted to go to school and that rarely happens with me. In fact, it NEVER happens. I was like whoa. Goodness. It would've been a perfect Friday. Me, Tree, and California were gonna wear all yellow today so we would match. Funny, right? Then Tree is gonna spend the night tonight and maybe California, I hope. It will be so much fun. We are gonna take turns reading the whole Harry Potter series! That will be fun! Now I own The Order of the Phoenix! Can you believe that?!
And Fallenhero, I would love to go to Borders with you on Sunday cause I really need Fang by James Patterson! And maybe some other books. I just have to make it final with my mom. And I already finished Magic or Madness Trilogy by Justine Larbalestier. I e-mailed her on her website that she should make another book for Magic cause she just kinda left us hanging like a hook, don't you thing? I liked rereading it though. Now I am rereading The Alchemyst and the Harry Potter of course. But yah. Oh! And I made a short story for Secrets if any of you wanted to know even though you guys don't know what my series Secrets is, do you now? Nope, didn't think so. Well would you like to know what it is about?
Secrets is about teens who have supernatural powers. There are different generations for the previous generations who have kids or whatever. It is not as dorky as it sounds, it is actually really serious. These teens have to save the world from something that I have not figured out yet. The first book is called Genesis.
Odesae, the main character, is a loner who does not trust anyone except herself and Nala, her cat who can shape shift into a human girl about Odesae's age. Odesae's father, Jonathan, is dead and so is her brother Tray. Someone murdered her father and she doesn't know who. Her older sister, Red, is a mutant who sucks people dry from their auras and the life goes right out of them. That is how Red lives. That is how Tray died. Xavier is Iris's best buddie and they are the most popular and good looking people in school. They have supernatural talents just like Odesae. Soon, they become friends. They come up with a name to call the talents and call it Secrets. Something went wrong at their births and that is how you know you are Chosen to save the world. Odesae is the leader of all of the kids and teens to save the world. But can she find who she truly is? Or will she be kept wondering with her dead father's whisperings in the wind?
Well, when I finish the book and when it comes out, I hope it will be on your bookshelf for you to read. Remember, it is called Genesis, A Secrets Novel. Okay, so I think for your Secret Assignment of the Day, you should write me a short story to read. I would love to see where in the world you imagination is at. And if you can make a good story. Well, gotta go potty. Byebye.
Yours Truly,
Cinderunzel
P.S. If you have any advice you need from me, just comment or send me a message at my email. There are two: cinderunzelvolkova@gmail.com OR a.slimrocks@hotmail.com
Sonya & Tor - An Afternoon Ride
ReplyDeleteSonya woke up with the late morning sun warm on her face. Glancing at the empty place next to her on the bed, she saw that Tor was already up. It looked like many hours after sunrise, perhaps an hour or two short of noon, much later then they usually awoke. She was a little sore from the previous night’s activities, and rose carefully. Opening her eyes fully, she saw that the room had been straightened while she slept. Looking around, she saw one of her robes laid out neatly by the bathroom. On her dressing table, her favorite riding clothes were similarly set out. Not quite groaning, she stood up and glanced darkly at the riding clothes. Somehow, straddling a horse didn’t appeal to her just now.
She staggered into the bathroom and found a luxurious bath freshly drawn. Two pitchers of steaming water stood at the foot of the tub, and rose petals floated serenely in the water. Taking a deep breath, she smelled the faint scent of vanilla incense wafting throughout the room. Sonya walked over and poured the pitchers into the tub, then sank gratefully into the soothing hot water. As she leaned back she noticed a jar of bath oil on the side of the tub. Sighing softly, she emptied it into the bath. The scent of vanilla and creme rose with the steam of the water and further relaxed her. Leaning back sensuously, she sighed as the water enfolded her.
“Very well Tor,” she whispered smiling to the empty room. “I guess I’ll forgive you for how sore I feel.”
After perhaps an hour, when the water began to cool enough to be uncomfortable, she reluctantly rose from the bath. Drying herself with the towels thoughtfully laid by the door, she walked back into the bedroom. Looking again at the riding clothes, she sighed and began to dress. She felt much better then she expected. She suspected that there must have been something more than simple herbs in the bath oil to explain her remarkable recovery. She pulled her hair back and combed it thoroughly, and even applied a little perfume.
Passing through the kitchen on the way out, she considered grabbing something for lunch. She decided that it would be more satisfying to chide Tor for forgetting to feed her if he hadn’t thought to bring something. Knowing him, he probably did have a picnic packed, and her stomach rumbled slightly to remind her it was time to get going.
“Good morning my princess,” Tor said as she stepped out into the back garden. She saw that he was suitably dressed in his finest riding clothes, though he had substituted a gold belt she had given him for his usual sword belt.
“Good morning,” she replied briefly.
Tor gallantly offered her his arm, as if he were escorting her to a grand ball instead of their own small stable. She placed her hand on his strong arm and walked sedately toward where their horses stood waiting.
“Tell him it’s not yet noon, and I want my apple,” Tor’s horse Sunset said to her in his own tongue.
“What was that Sunset?” Sonya asked.
“Tor said that you wouldn’t be out until after noon, and I said you would.” the stallion explained. “He owes me an apple.”
“Oh Tor,” she called sweetly. “Would you be so kind as to give your horse the apple that you owe him for losing your bet.”
Tor sheepishly pulled an apple from his pocket and let Sunset take it from his hand. Then, ignoring her flashing eyes, he helped Sonya mount. Swinging easily into his own saddle, he checked the saddle bags, and smiled cheerfully.
“We’ll take it easy today,” he suggested. “Not that you need to, of course,” he hastily qualified. “Just because you may wish to.”
“I’m fine,” Sonya said coldly, though she was almost as touched by his thoughtfulness as she was annoyed.
“Ride on then my princess,” he said in his soft, firm voice. “The day awaits us.”
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They rode out from town slowly, exchanging brief, friendly greetings with townsfolk and neighbors on the streets. When they had ridden out past the fields surrounding the towns, Tor chose a little traveled path into the woods bordering the sea. After the bright sun, the cool shade of the forest was refreshingly welcome. Tor led the way slowly, picking an easy path through the trees. Sonya watched the forest animals around her, letting her horse follow Tor’s. For perhaps a half hour they rode thus, saying nothing, simply enjoying the fact of each other’s presence, the familiar feel of riding, and the beauty of the forest around them. Suddenly Tor pulled up, and dismounted.
ReplyDelete“Tor?” Sonya called, little concerned, but curious.
Tor held up his hand to quiet her and then strode off, his face showing intense concentration. Sonya waited for a minute, then several. She was beginning to get nervous, or annoyed, when she heard Tor crashing heedlessly through the undergrowth towards her. Quickly she dismounted, just in time to see Tor emerge from the trees carrying something small in his arms.
“Tor?” she inquired walking over to him.
“Can you help?” he asked her, showing her the bundle in his arms. It was a young raccoon, perhaps one season old. It was clearly hurt, a nasty scrape down its left side ending in the mangled remains of a rear paw. “I heard it crying,” he explained. “I found him under a log.”
With tears filling her eyes, she reached out towards the injured animal. Faintly, she heard a mewling of pain as it struggled to look at her. “Shhhh little one,” she told the raccoon. “It’s all right. You’ll be all right.” Motioning for Tor to continue to hold the little raccoon, she dropped to her knees and placed her hand on the undamaged fur. Reaching deep within herself, she drew on the magic at her core and rode its nebulous mist out of her body into the tiny body in Tor’s arms. Searching out the pain and damage with her awareness, she gently soothed each hurt she found with a magical touch. Weaving the invisible magic energy around her into strong bands, she bound up each wound, knitting the broken bones, closing torn flesh, recreating missing fur. At last, she felt that she had done all she could, and she withdrew back into her own body.
Shakily she stood, realizing that she had been kneeling, working healing magic on the tiny raccoon, for over an hour. Tor carefully helped her to her feet, cradling the raccoon in his arm. Sonya leaned heavily against him, letting her hand stroke the little creature’s soft fur.
“He’ll be weak for a while,” she told Tor. “I don’t know if he’ll be able to run on that leg for a few days.” She looked down at the furry little face and scratched behind his ears. “He might not be able to get food, or...”
“He can come with us,” Tor said softly in understanding.
Gratefully, Sonya looked up into her husband’s eyes, seeing the tenderness there. Fresh tears welled up and she hugged him close. Tor led her over to her horse and helped her mount up. He withdrew a small basket from one of his saddle bags and emptied its contents into other containers. Breaking off a length of his bootlace, he tied the basket to the front of her saddle. Making sure it was secure, he placed the little raccoon inside. The raccoon sniffed around the edges of the basket, poked his head out the top a few times, and then lay down in seeming contentment. Tor smiled up at Sonya, and brushed a tear from her cheek.
“Let’s go,” he said softly. “We still have much of the day before us.”
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They rode for perhaps another hour, Sonya occasionally petting the raccoon, or scratching his head. Then they broke out of the forest into a small clearing bordering a lake. The open area was perhaps twenty feet across. At one end was a beach; ten feet of glittering white sand ending in cool blue water. The rest of the clearing was full of short grass and small flowers. Butterflies danced among flowers, protected from strong winds by the surrounding trees. An air of peace surrounded the spot, the sounds of the forest muted by the gentle wash of waves upon the sand. Tor dismounted, grabbed a blanket off his saddle and walked over to help Sonya down. As Tor laid out the blanket and numerous baskets, she gently took the raccoon from his perch.
ReplyDelete“It looks like we’re having a picnic little one,” she said. “Are you hungry?”
The raccoon made no answer, but actively sniffed the scents of food emerging from the baskets.
Tor served them, nearly bringing Sonya to tears again as he laid out a third setting for the raccoon as if it had been his plan all along. Silently, they ate a substantial meal, Tor and Sonya both feeding small pieces from their plates to their furry companion. They delighted in his antics, laughing at his confusion when both of them would offer him a tidbit at the same time. They spoke not at all, but their eyes were full of words, and Tor’s smile said much. When all that was left were a few strawberries and some wine Tor settled back and spoke.
“He’s going to need a name,” he said with a small smile.
“What do you mean?” Sonya asked. “We can’t take him back. He’s a creature of the wild; he belongs here in the forest. He wouldn’t want to come with us.”
“But you’ve been trying to think of a way to ask if he could for nearly an hour,” Tor countered.
Sonya blushed at being so easily read, her gratefulness momentarily subsiding beneath her annoyance.
“Well?” Tor prompted.
Sonya looked at the little raccoon. The raccoon looked back. “I think we’ll call you Raccy,” she said slowly.
Tor took off his boots, and then took Sonya’s off as well. He stood and offered Sonya his hand. Scooping Raccy up in one arm, she took his hand with the other and stood. Tor led them to the beach and walked into the water. Just as Sonya was about to tell him she didn’t want to swim, he sat down, with his feet in the water. She sat next to him and let Raccy down onto the warm sand. Tor eased over next to her as Raccy scampered down to the water and played tag with the waves. He put his hand down next to hers, palm up. After a moment, she slipped her hand into his. He squeezed gently, and returned to watching Raccy frolic in the surf. They spent the rest of the evening like that, basking in the warmth of the setting sun and each other’s presence, delighting in the beauty around them and the innocence of their newfound friend.
Tor lay back on the sand and drew Sonya gently down with him. As the warmth of the afternoon, settled into the chill of the evening, they snuggled close together. Raccy, tired of playing with the waves, sauntered up with them. Sniffing about, he finally decided to cuddle against Sonya’s side, in the crook of her arm. Sighing in contentment, the little raccoon was soon fast asleep. Tor and Sonya stared at the sky above them as it turned from the brilliant flame colors of sunset to the deep blue of approaching night, still holding hands.
Tor raised his arm and pointed out the first star of the night. They looked at it together for a long moment, then Tor’s voice began softly next to her.
“Star light,” he intoned.
“Star bright,” she answered.
“First star I see tonight,” the whispered together. “Wish I may, wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight.”
Sonya closed her eyes and silently made her wish, then laid her head down on Tor’s shoulder. Tor leaned over and tenderly kissed her forehead, then spoke, his voice scarcely above the breeze.
“I got my wish.”
>>> THE END <<<