The Secrets of Almaro

This is the first two chapters of a book I'm currently writing, I would like to know what you all think!

Tricia is a sixteen year old magic weaver, with a specialism in the earth, she has a free spirit, much to her mother's dissaproval, and love to be free, mostly of the horrible dresses her mother continually stuffs her in. Soon she is told that she is to marry the stuck-up prince of Almaro. This is the most horrible thing that could ever happen, she just wants to live her life free from all the royals and balls.

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7. Chapter Seven

“What do you mean?”

“I just totally opened up to you. You don’t just do that in front of a total stranger, and I don’t do to the people I’m most close to either.” He said, and again he looked at me closer. I could see the wonder in his eyes, and the way they slid over me, pausing shortly and my tight top. Boys. “Is it some sort of a trick?” he asked, I noticed a slight wrinkle between his eyes as he looked at me. He looked kinda cute, with his dark hair and I noticed that his eyes were a vivid deep blue, and even in the night they sparkled brilliantly.

“Uh, no, I didn’t do anything.” It got a little awkward. “I really need to get going, if I’m not home by sunrise my mom will flip.” I said, looking at the sky. It was still pitch black, but soon it would begin to get colorful as the sun stood up.

“Sure, right. I will just stand over here, I won’t say a word.” He said and he assumed his position. I sat down on the balcony, trying to relax. It was a little hard. I could feel his eyes on me, and all the thoughts from the talk I had just had were swirling around in my head. Slowly I began to relax more. I loosened up, I breathed out and I got a warm feeling in my stomach, the light had stated. “Wow.” I could hear he breathed behind me. I got all fluttery in my stomach, I didn’t know why, but suddenly I could feel the light flash so brightly. I opened my eyes and I was aglow all over. I had never done it so quickly before, I could swear I had never glowed quite as mush before either. But that was probably just because it was dark.

I stood up, ignored the butterflies in my stomach and looked over the forest. I closed my eyes again. I didn’t have a clear idea of how I would get down, but I did have someone to help. I need your help, nymphs of the Evergrove forests; I need to come to you, to your home. I need to be amongst the trees and the greens. I need to be amongst you. I chanted inside. I could feel their presence as soon as they arrived. The life, the smells and the sounds they brought with them. I opened my eyes, and turned to Jace. He was standing on his post, though a little slouched, in total amazement. I smiled a little at him. He most certainly didn’t know as much as he thought he did. Then I turned to the marvelous creatures, they were all looking at Jace.

“It is fine, he isn’t evil I swear.” It felt like an odd thing to say, but for them, being so pure, things are a lot more black and white. They calmed a little. There were three of them on the balcony and one of them still watched him, carefully. “I really need help, but you already know that. I didn’t think how to get down when I went up. Can you please help me out?” I asked them, like they were normal people and not magical beings. Then one of them nodded and walked towards me. She became even more fluid than usual, and then she walked into me.

I felt like a summer breeze had just erupted all around me, and inside me. I felt like laughing and singing and never worrying about anything ever again. I almost forgot where I even was, and then my feet lifted off the ground. I looked down myself. My body was there, sorta. It was weird, and blurry, like the nymphs. I couldn’t decide if I loved it or hated it. It was so beautiful, but I felt less like myself. I floated with her down, through the air, and then my feet touched the ground, and she walked away from me.

All my worries and my troubles hit me like a frying pan. I needed to get out of the wedding, convince my mom to let me be me and not her doll, figure out if I could stay at Jace’s grandmother’s cottage and I had to work out how to make up with Damien. I felt a little dizzy, and leaned against a tree. I didn’t ever want to do that again. It felt wonderful at the time, but now I felt overwhelmed, stressed and empty.

“Thanks.” I muttered. I sat all the way down, gathering energy to go home. When I looked around I noticed I was home. The mansion was right up ahead. I was standing in the edge of the woods. I felt a little more thankful towards the nymphs; there was no way I would make the trip from the palace to here. They probably knew it wasn’t so comfortable when you got out again. I walked up to the mansion, a little wobbly. The door opened surprisingly when I came up to it. James was standing just inside the door, looking at me with worried eyes.

“I knew she would get to her soon enough and this marriage thing is just the cherry on top.” He muttered. “Now she’s coming home drunk and only half conscious.”

“I’m not drunk." I said and sat down on the seat right next to the front door.

“Well then what happened to you?” I sighed.

“I caught a ride home with a nymph.” I said and he took in a sharp breath.

“Didn’t anyone tell you?” he asked, sounding a little outraged.

“Tell me what?” I put my elbow on my knee and my hand over my eyes. I felt a headache coming.

“You can never travel with a nymph, the effects can be dangerous if the trip is too long, you won’t be able to get out and you get trapped inside the nymph forever. It sounds alright, seeing as you feel great inside, but it is a fate worse than death, it’s like living as a potato.” He said, I snapped my head up at him, winching as my head throbbed. His face was grim and dark.

“How do you know this? And how don’t I know?” I asked, a little irritated.

"My sister is trapped that way.” He said, and his voice was weak and little shrill, I had never heard him talk like this ever before. I had never known he even had a sister.

“Why wasn’t I told? About both things?” I asked, standing up slowly again. He took my elbow, and we started walking towards the stairs.

“Well I don’t know, you’re mother promised your grandmother she would tell you. I guess she forgot, though I don’t see how that’s possible. And you never asked about my sister, or my family before.” He didn’t sound hurt, more mundane.

“I’m sorry, I should have.” I thought bitterly about my mother.

“It’s quite alright. I don’t get paid to tell you about my problems. It’s more the other way around.” He said, as we took the stairs he let go of my elbow and I took a firm grasp on the railing. We walked in silence until we reached my room. I cursed loudly. I had forgotten the stupid dress again. Whatever, I had a thousand just like them, all impossible to wear. I sat down on my bed. “Goodnight Miss Tricia.”

“Goodnight James.” I said and he left the room. I didn’t bother with my night gown. I just took off my pants and bra. I set my alarm clock, and then I went to bed, too tired to think about anything else.

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