Blooming Spring Flower- Chapter 2

"Simmon!"
Darkness: an empty room, a chilly breeze and red courtains.That was all Heather could see, from where was standing.
"Where are you, Simon?"
Was she calling her brother?Was that her voice?Heather rose her hand to her lips and noticed that they were firmly closed.It couldn't be her.Someone else was calling him.
Heather was standing at the entrance of the dark room: in front of her there were open door which lead to the chilly room where the voice was comming from; behind her, there was a long, never-ending hallway, with tall and firm walls.
She took one big step and entered the so called "room".She gasped, as the doors suddenly closed behind her, against her will. Deep Silence.

Heather could hear herself breath.She looked to left, then right and finally she looked front.The room was long, wide and scary. She noticed a couple of windows to her right, where little amount of light could get through, and red velvet courtains: the queens favourite.

Could she still be inside the palace?
"WHERE ARE YOU?"
The voice.The sixteen year-old started to run: she was frightened and seriously wanted to leave.She ran into the darkness ahead, looking for a possible way out, but the room seemed to never end.She continued to run, along the red carpet beneeth her feet.More and more windows, exactly like the ones she saw continued to appear: it was like , even though she was running like crazy, she remained in exact same spot!She decided to stop, catch her breath , but remained on "red alert" just in case some sort of door, or light showed up in all the that dense and frustrating darkness.

She was determined to leave: she looked up at the windows, about 2o, maybe 30 mettres high, and realised she was trapped.She could climbe up or run away, it was best just to sit there and wait for...anything or anyone.

Another scream. She searched for any clue, that might lead her to the source of the agonised person.Yes, this time it's was a scream of pain. She looked up at the windows and saw a shadow: a man.


"Heather"
The sixteen year old awoke, on the garden.She sat up , straight and looked for the person who had called her.
"You're named is Heather right?"
Prince Blake, son of the queen.
"You're mother's maid, aren't you?"
She nodded, confused.
"Well, she told me about your sudden changes.How you're performances have decreased and your smile has faded, since we last met, remember?We used to play together before I left for Silverina."
Of course she remembered.They had an arranged marriage planned for them, since they were born...their parents decision certainly: but then he left for war, and was considered dead.A mistake appenrantly...


End of chapter 2

Did you know...
Heather , is an english name and means "a flowering plant".
Blake is also an english name and means "pale blond one or dark"!

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