Post by Razgat on Mar 21, 2009 15:05:28 GMT -5
A light breeze blew through the trees as the blue birds sang their morning tune. The cherry blossoms were beginning to bloom, and the sent of gardenias filled the air. There could not be a more perfect scene at the Chanial Manor. Its luscious gardens sent sweet smells into the air, and a few animals loitered in their gates. The manor's old wooden panels were a magnificent blue, and its porch and balcony were laced with floral vines. Its beauty was surrounded by elegant iron gates that lead to the town outside.
The town of Miroslav outside the gates of chanial Manor was bustling with people famous for their hospitality. Everyone was bright and cheery as he morning sun glistened. The streets were full of people on their daily routines, but a small boy made a ripple through the crowd as he made his way through. He had a small bag slung over his shoulder as he ran at full speed towards the manor. he pushed open the gate and ran straight to the door, knocking quickly. "Mr. Chanial! I have an urgent letter for you!"
An aging man opened the door and smiled at the boy. "What is it, Simon?"
Simon handed him the letter and spoke in a hushed tone. "It's from Lady Almera, sir."
Corwin's (Mr. Chanial) eyes opened wide as he stared at the letter. He ran his fingers through his black greying hair as he read the address, making sure there was no mistake. He ripped the envelope open and fumbled with the papers inside. He quickly scanned the contents, searching for any signs of the very thing he feared. He cursed after finishing the letter and sprinted towards the small orchard on their property.
A young woman was singing as she jumped up to reach a branch. Her long, black, braided hair swung back and forth as she dangled from the branch with her hands. Her plain cotton dress blew slightly in the breeze as her apron caught on a twig when she had swung her legs up to wrap them around the branch. She paused to pull at her apron before pulling herself up when her father ran into the orchard holding a letter. "Enola!"
She tilted her head to see his face with concern when she saw that he was exsasperated. "What is it, Papa?"
He looked up at his youngest daughter as she smiled down at him. Her rosy cheeks and soft lips gave her a sweet glow. Her emerald eyes were sparkling like her mother's had. They were without a care in the world. How could he ever tell her? "She's coming."
The town of Miroslav outside the gates of chanial Manor was bustling with people famous for their hospitality. Everyone was bright and cheery as he morning sun glistened. The streets were full of people on their daily routines, but a small boy made a ripple through the crowd as he made his way through. He had a small bag slung over his shoulder as he ran at full speed towards the manor. he pushed open the gate and ran straight to the door, knocking quickly. "Mr. Chanial! I have an urgent letter for you!"
An aging man opened the door and smiled at the boy. "What is it, Simon?"
Simon handed him the letter and spoke in a hushed tone. "It's from Lady Almera, sir."
Corwin's (Mr. Chanial) eyes opened wide as he stared at the letter. He ran his fingers through his black greying hair as he read the address, making sure there was no mistake. He ripped the envelope open and fumbled with the papers inside. He quickly scanned the contents, searching for any signs of the very thing he feared. He cursed after finishing the letter and sprinted towards the small orchard on their property.
A young woman was singing as she jumped up to reach a branch. Her long, black, braided hair swung back and forth as she dangled from the branch with her hands. Her plain cotton dress blew slightly in the breeze as her apron caught on a twig when she had swung her legs up to wrap them around the branch. She paused to pull at her apron before pulling herself up when her father ran into the orchard holding a letter. "Enola!"
She tilted her head to see his face with concern when she saw that he was exsasperated. "What is it, Papa?"
He looked up at his youngest daughter as she smiled down at him. Her rosy cheeks and soft lips gave her a sweet glow. Her emerald eyes were sparkling like her mother's had. They were without a care in the world. How could he ever tell her? "She's coming."