As an outcast, Adeena had always felt for the underdog because she saw herself in them. The queens daughters grew up in a palace. Normal french folks grew up in a village of some sort. But Adeena...Adeena grew up in village of caravans.Her father called a "tent city" because the poorest of folks could only to live there. But despite the stereotypes, she was still distanced from other children simply for being a gypsy.
"Ha..as if being a gypsy overrides every decent thing I've ever done" Adeena pondered, "If they changed the name of a rose, it would still smell as sweet. If they changed my culture, I would still be a fairly lovely being, if I dare say so!"
Her family had settled in a small little house in the middle of Paris. It wasn't quite big enough to the enormous family with even bigger personality, but it was an upgrade from living in the caravan. The only downside was that the world seemed so closed in with those shallow walls and ceilings. She couldn't lay out on the herbe all night and count the stars until she got fed up with losing her place anymore. And, somehow...just somehow...there was a comfort in that soft herbe beneath her small body with an array of stars spread out across the sky like a magic carpet that never ended.
Adeena worked her way through the city with her pet goat, Djahli, looking for her sister who had been dancing for coins. She had to take over her shift, the family had to keep pain on the table, tableau and sometimes dancing seemed like the most efficient way. No sane, cultured, person in this city would ever hire a gypsy in their right mind! And that made the filthy streets of Paris a mere heaven to the Djahli family.
"Adeena Esemeralda Irobin Djahli!", yelled the familiar voice of her eldest sister, Bevembra. "I see you're here to take over my shift- have fun!" and with a wink she added before she walked away, "I'm a tough act to follow, good luck!"
"Yeah, maybe that's because toi hardly wear clothes when toi dance", thought Adeena bluntly. She looked around the small l’espace she had to dance, a corner between two stores, the Bakery and the post office. With an approving nod, she laid down the tin can for people to throw their coins in.
Within secondes her small feet were skipping across the cobblestones, too worn to feel the pain. Her jupe flew in different directions all at once. The 25 yards of black cotton seemed to flow in the most graceful of ways and her gentle brown waves took flight with every step. It wasn't long before she had a crowd of middle class commoners around her.
"This can't be happening!...Can people truly be interested in my inexperienced dancing?", she thought in disbelief. She twirled and her jupe seemed to stretch to the amazement of her watchers minds. But as minutes passed, people began to descend back into the crowd of dusty frowns and dissatisfaction.
"Music...I need music..." she desperately thought to herself before thinking in despair "Where in the lords name am I going to find music?"
In that very moment, a tan boy with short jet black hair burst from the crowd playing a violin. Adeena was reimbursed with a new energy to keep the montrer going on. The boy energetically played his instrument and her legs moved faster and her jupe flied through the air in the most beautiful way. And in that moment, everything was perfect.
Unfortunately that feeling didn't last long. The musique was stripped from the air leaving it empty when the Paris guards ran with their bows pointed towards them. Adeena froze. "Adeena Esmeralda Irobin Djahli- Run!" she thought to herself frantically but she couldn't move. She couldn't make herself run.
Out of the crowd came a very tall, pale boy. "Run like hell!" he screamed grabbing her hand and rushing the violinist. she looked behind herself in a panic "Come on, Djahli!" and her little goat ran after them. He caught up with her and she thought it was going to be okay.
That's when she saw it. her legs began to stumble, her breathing began to shallow. In shock, she looked down to see blood dripping and staining the white blouse.
A Paris Guard's Arrow had struck her in the shoulder.
And then all was black.
(To Be Continued...)
"Ha..as if being a gypsy overrides every decent thing I've ever done" Adeena pondered, "If they changed the name of a rose, it would still smell as sweet. If they changed my culture, I would still be a fairly lovely being, if I dare say so!"
Her family had settled in a small little house in the middle of Paris. It wasn't quite big enough to the enormous family with even bigger personality, but it was an upgrade from living in the caravan. The only downside was that the world seemed so closed in with those shallow walls and ceilings. She couldn't lay out on the herbe all night and count the stars until she got fed up with losing her place anymore. And, somehow...just somehow...there was a comfort in that soft herbe beneath her small body with an array of stars spread out across the sky like a magic carpet that never ended.
Adeena worked her way through the city with her pet goat, Djahli, looking for her sister who had been dancing for coins. She had to take over her shift, the family had to keep pain on the table, tableau and sometimes dancing seemed like the most efficient way. No sane, cultured, person in this city would ever hire a gypsy in their right mind! And that made the filthy streets of Paris a mere heaven to the Djahli family.
"Adeena Esemeralda Irobin Djahli!", yelled the familiar voice of her eldest sister, Bevembra. "I see you're here to take over my shift- have fun!" and with a wink she added before she walked away, "I'm a tough act to follow, good luck!"
"Yeah, maybe that's because toi hardly wear clothes when toi dance", thought Adeena bluntly. She looked around the small l’espace she had to dance, a corner between two stores, the Bakery and the post office. With an approving nod, she laid down the tin can for people to throw their coins in.
Within secondes her small feet were skipping across the cobblestones, too worn to feel the pain. Her jupe flew in different directions all at once. The 25 yards of black cotton seemed to flow in the most graceful of ways and her gentle brown waves took flight with every step. It wasn't long before she had a crowd of middle class commoners around her.
"This can't be happening!...Can people truly be interested in my inexperienced dancing?", she thought in disbelief. She twirled and her jupe seemed to stretch to the amazement of her watchers minds. But as minutes passed, people began to descend back into the crowd of dusty frowns and dissatisfaction.
"Music...I need music..." she desperately thought to herself before thinking in despair "Where in the lords name am I going to find music?"
In that very moment, a tan boy with short jet black hair burst from the crowd playing a violin. Adeena was reimbursed with a new energy to keep the montrer going on. The boy energetically played his instrument and her legs moved faster and her jupe flied through the air in the most beautiful way. And in that moment, everything was perfect.
Unfortunately that feeling didn't last long. The musique was stripped from the air leaving it empty when the Paris guards ran with their bows pointed towards them. Adeena froze. "Adeena Esmeralda Irobin Djahli- Run!" she thought to herself frantically but she couldn't move. She couldn't make herself run.
Out of the crowd came a very tall, pale boy. "Run like hell!" he screamed grabbing her hand and rushing the violinist. she looked behind herself in a panic "Come on, Djahli!" and her little goat ran after them. He caught up with her and she thought it was going to be okay.
That's when she saw it. her legs began to stumble, her breathing began to shallow. In shock, she looked down to see blood dripping and staining the white blouse.
A Paris Guard's Arrow had struck her in the shoulder.
And then all was black.
(To Be Continued...)
Sadie Harris is a sixteen an old girl living in New York City with her newly divorced mother. They made the déplacer to the big city from South-West Virgina and for some reason, Sadie does not fit in it school and soon finds herself with no friends. Feeling alone she retreats into a world of books, lire hundreds of them, but her solitary world won't be hers much longer. Sadie is puzzled when she begins to get strange dreams every night telling her to go to the basement along with visions of a city wrapped in mist. The dreams get so annoying that she goes to the basement of her apartment building to put a stop to them, but instead she unknowingly throws herself into a war of the worlds. Worlds that she did not even know existed. Come take a thrilling ride with Sadie and Friends she meets along her way to save the Captive City of Orrim as she finds that worlds, evil, and people she only read about are not as far away as them seem.