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Post by Lily Montgomery on Jul 8, 2010 0:13:20 GMT -5
Lily was walking down the halls of her wing, heading towards the library to read a good book. She had been meeting with her fellow aristocrats to decide on a sacrifice yet none of her comrades could decide on which adult would be the first to be brought to the altar. As she stepped inside the library, she took a deep breath. Next to the garden, this was on of her favorite places to be, surrounded by good literature.
She went over the ladder and climbed up careful, keeping a vice like grip on the sides. One thing Lily was scared of was heights though it wasn't a crippling fear, the thought of falling made her uneasy. She reached up and took a book off the shelf. She took down one of her favorites, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.
As she stepped down, she heard a rustling sound coming from the curtains by the windows. "Who's there?" she asked, taking soft steps towards the window. When she finally reached the window, she pulled back the curtains, revealing a small boy hiding there. "Now, what on earth are you doing here?" she asked softly, a gentle smile forming on her face.
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Post by WESLEY MARTEN on Jul 8, 2010 14:36:28 GMT -5
Literature. Libraries. Books. All of it. It was a sanctuary of knowledge and very simple hiding places. He didn’t understand plenty of words, but he could read. Wesley just knew that often he could hide their when things got hard. With a candle in hand, he walked through corridors back to the west wing to his destination. The young boy, not wanted to show off his lackluster reading and comprehension skills, prayed that another person wasn’t here. The boy looked behind him. No one was following. No one was ahead of him either. His heart pounded, entering and winding through the library.
His eyes hit a book. It was “We Are Seven”. He noticed that his age was written on it, and the picture on the front appealed to him as well. Wesley took it from the shelf, slowly putting up his shirt. He heard a couple noises that caused a shiver climb his spine. He darted. Someone had seen him; someone had caught him.
Wesley settled behind, huddling up in a curtain. His heart was racing, closing his eyes. The young boy of seven heard footsteps approaching. “No, no, no,” he muttered under his breath. His eyes closed, clutching the book closer to his stomach and chest. Suddenly, the curtain was removed, and so was his hiding place. His eyes widened as they opened. There was a woman, well, a girl. Older than her. Wesley took a deep breath, gazing up at her. Her smile was reassuring, but he was still timid. “Sc-Scary noises,” he muttered, lightly.
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Post by Lily Montgomery on Jul 8, 2010 15:04:40 GMT -5
"Don't worry, there's nothing scary here, and I apologize if I scared you at all" she said, kneeling down to his level. The last thing she wanted to do is startle him. "You don't have to worry if anything scary is here, I'll scare it off" she said with a soft laugh, "I should introduce myself, I'm Lily, and what's your name?"
Lily was always very tender when it came to the younger children because they were the most impressionable of all of them, and had little understanding of what has been happening in the orphanage. She would do her best to be a source of comfort and nurturing to them to make sure they felt safe and secure especially in her group.
She then took notice of something he had hidden under his shirt. "Say, what book did you pick out? Perhaps we can read it together" she said with a smile, "I just picked one up myself." She then held up the copy of Adventures in Wonderland that had been laying next to her.
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Post by WESLEY MARTEN on Jul 8, 2010 16:01:10 GMT -5
“My name’s We-Wesley, and I don’t think you c-can scare anyone,” he whispered. The woman’s features were very tender. It reminded him of his own mother, God rest her soul. Mrs. Marten was a soft-spoken, slender woman. She said not a word when Father was present, but she’d always tell him stories of great heroes that saved the day. “You are my knight,” she’d always tell him before tucking him in bed, and blowing out his candle. The staff at home, that also took care of him, knew of her kindhearted nature, but didn’t seem to say much else about it at her funeral, excluding the oldest nurse he had to watch over him. She was the one who took his mother’s place, nurturing him when his mother died. And when Father caught yellow fever, and was surely to die, she made arrangements for him to be in an orphanage and not wandering the streets. As kind as that was of her, the boy still felt that picking this one out had to be punishment for something he had done. Was it that he use to put lizards and snails in her bed when he was younger? Quite possibly.
Wesley went rigid for a moment when she noticed the book that was hidden in his shirt. He slowly pulled it out. “We Are Seven,” he whispered, “I don’t know what it’s about, but that’s how old I am.” The boy looked up at her.
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Post by Lily Montgomery on Jul 10, 2010 1:29:58 GMT -5
Lily giggled when he mentioned she couldn't scare anyone, and she supposed that was true though if anyone got her angry enough, perhaps she could though this young fellow didn't need to know that. "I don't know what it's about, but perhaps we can read it together" she said, offering him a hand. Once she took his hand, she led him to the couch, and sat down. She loved bonding with the younger children in her group.
Perhaps it was because unlike herself and the other older children, they weren't as jaded as they were, and had hope for the future while she along with many others feared the day they had to leave this place. 'But now isn't the time for such dreary thoughts' her mind whispered to her.
"So, Wesley, are there other stories you like as well?" she asked, wanting to get to know the young boy she found behind the curtain.
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