Post by Chesa on Apr 21, 2010 15:13:29 GMT -5
The old hag she was known as. An ironic title, for she was a woman of a mere 24. She had it all, money, wealth, beauty, and then a single man stole that from her. She used to wear gowns of the finest silk and jewelry made of the purest stone. She went to fanciest parties and drank wine that couldn't be compared to. Now she was reduced to drinking stale meed from wooden cups in the back of a circus tent, watching a filthy brat run around her feet. One man had replaced the beautiful woman with a withered old hag.
She groaned to herself, glancing at her reflection in the murky brown liquid in her cup. Once beautiful brunette locks were replaced by grungy brown knots. The fine porcelain skin couldn't be seen under the layer of grim that had accumulated. Her eyes used to sparkle like stars, and now they were nothing more then beckons to the empty life of the woman.
“Mama! Look what I found!” A small girl cooed, running up to her. She pulled on the edge of her skirts. The Hag looked down at the little girl in disgust. Black hair that couldn't be ruined by dirt, bright eyes that sparkled like rubies, and beautiful olive skin. A diamond hiding under layers of coal dust. A jewel, just like the man who brought her into existence.
“Mama!” She whined, tugging harder at the cloth, the cotton skirts ripping just a tiny bit more then they already had. “Mama why wont you look at me?” She asked, continuing to yank on her skirts. That child just wouldn't go away! Why couldn't she make her go away!
The Hag couldn't stand it any longer. She kicked the child and rose to her feet. The girl cried and tumbled backwards, the little piece of glass she was holding spinning away from her. “Go away!” She snapped, strutting quickly across the small room that had been created for them in the massive tent. She turned her back to the little girl, pouring more meed into her cup.
“Mama...” The little girl whimpered, standing up again. “Just...just get out...” She responded, her voice a bit softer, but not soft enough for it to matter. Tears welled up in the child's eyes as she turned and ran out of the tent. A long sigh escaped the Old Hag as she plopped into the chair that sat near the cot that served as the bed for both her and the rat.
Her eyes grazed a book on the ground. With a nostalgic paused she grabbed the book, curling her fingers around it. A heavy leather book, worn with time. Dust had settled firmly on it's covered and the binding was frail, slowly winding out in soft curls“The Art of Black Magic...” She muttered. Black magic had never been favored, but the Old Hag had been able to make fantastical shows out of it. She was always the life of the parties, preforming mind boggling tricks to a handle of wealthy guests. It had always fared her well. Now she was reduced to preforming petty little slide of hand stunts and a second hand traveling circus.
“Oh how the beautiful have fallen,” She muttered under her breath, letting the book drop to the ground. Maybe the town would prove a little relief. She grabbed a snaggle tooth comb off the little stand next to her, pulling it through the knots of her hair, though it did nothing but tangle it more. As satisfied with her appearance as she was going to get.
The Old Had Left the set up of the little circus, walking right past the freaks practicing their little acts. It was down time, the opening later that week, though it wasn't as if it was anything special. The openings were the same as the closings as were the same as ever night they preformed. The same, mundane, stupid little show.
As she strolled through the dank, dirty streets her mind drifted to fantasy. Of course a lady such as herself didn't walk among peasants and chickens. She allowed her mind to let the scenery around her slowly shift, the filthy brick buildings rose high as great towers of sparkling ivory. Stones pushed through the dirt beneath her feet, all the animals taking to the alley's and utterly vanished. The little street rats that were chasing pig skin balls amongst the people grew into fine lady's and Lords, out for an evening stroll. This was the world she longed for, the world from where she had come.
The Hag was no more, now replaced by the lovely young woman she once was. She let herself indulge in such a Dream, since she new it would always be out of her reach now, but oh what she would do to return to living in the lap of luxury.
A bit of commotion ripped through her world, thrusting her back into reality. She looked ahead to see two men at arms and a page at the wooden pillar in the center of town which held any and all announcements. As the Old Hag got a better look of the two she noticed that they were not just men at arms of the local nobility, but Guardsmen of the Queen. There hadn't been a country wide decree in quite some time. A bit of curiosity sparked in her, and she walked up behind messengers as they left.
The message tacked the the board was definitely of royalty. The paper was stiff but excellently white. A great calligrapher had beautifully written out the message in language that some of the commoners may not have been able to understand. The royal seal in gold leaf had been stamped at the bottom, though it was none of these things that caused the Old Hag to look, it was the words 'Witch Collectors'. The words snatched her attention like a young pick pocket, making her re-read the entire Message
As Ordered by the Queen of Alron
All persons of Witch descent or practicing the arts of witch craft, under the age of eighteen years, are hence forth ordered to enroll in the Springfield Institute for the Magically Gifted so that their talents may be used in service of the crown. Compensation shall be given to each guardian of said Witch in the amount of two-hundred gold coins. Any person known to ignore the order will be subjected to forced remove by Witch Collectors and shall receive no compensation.
A small smiled spread across her lips as she thought about it. Two hundred gold coins! She thought excitedly. That was enough to get out of that shitty little circus, and she could get rid of the brat! With that money and the child gone she could pull herself back into the world she so rightfully belonged. She could start over! All she needed to do was turn her daughter over to a Witch Collector. The Hags dreams were pulled from the dust with that little order. She could make everything right. She wasted no time standing there, she needed to get back and start deciding how to spend her money.
She groaned to herself, glancing at her reflection in the murky brown liquid in her cup. Once beautiful brunette locks were replaced by grungy brown knots. The fine porcelain skin couldn't be seen under the layer of grim that had accumulated. Her eyes used to sparkle like stars, and now they were nothing more then beckons to the empty life of the woman.
“Mama! Look what I found!” A small girl cooed, running up to her. She pulled on the edge of her skirts. The Hag looked down at the little girl in disgust. Black hair that couldn't be ruined by dirt, bright eyes that sparkled like rubies, and beautiful olive skin. A diamond hiding under layers of coal dust. A jewel, just like the man who brought her into existence.
“Mama!” She whined, tugging harder at the cloth, the cotton skirts ripping just a tiny bit more then they already had. “Mama why wont you look at me?” She asked, continuing to yank on her skirts. That child just wouldn't go away! Why couldn't she make her go away!
The Hag couldn't stand it any longer. She kicked the child and rose to her feet. The girl cried and tumbled backwards, the little piece of glass she was holding spinning away from her. “Go away!” She snapped, strutting quickly across the small room that had been created for them in the massive tent. She turned her back to the little girl, pouring more meed into her cup.
“Mama...” The little girl whimpered, standing up again. “Just...just get out...” She responded, her voice a bit softer, but not soft enough for it to matter. Tears welled up in the child's eyes as she turned and ran out of the tent. A long sigh escaped the Old Hag as she plopped into the chair that sat near the cot that served as the bed for both her and the rat.
Her eyes grazed a book on the ground. With a nostalgic paused she grabbed the book, curling her fingers around it. A heavy leather book, worn with time. Dust had settled firmly on it's covered and the binding was frail, slowly winding out in soft curls“The Art of Black Magic...” She muttered. Black magic had never been favored, but the Old Hag had been able to make fantastical shows out of it. She was always the life of the parties, preforming mind boggling tricks to a handle of wealthy guests. It had always fared her well. Now she was reduced to preforming petty little slide of hand stunts and a second hand traveling circus.
“Oh how the beautiful have fallen,” She muttered under her breath, letting the book drop to the ground. Maybe the town would prove a little relief. She grabbed a snaggle tooth comb off the little stand next to her, pulling it through the knots of her hair, though it did nothing but tangle it more. As satisfied with her appearance as she was going to get.
The Old Had Left the set up of the little circus, walking right past the freaks practicing their little acts. It was down time, the opening later that week, though it wasn't as if it was anything special. The openings were the same as the closings as were the same as ever night they preformed. The same, mundane, stupid little show.
As she strolled through the dank, dirty streets her mind drifted to fantasy. Of course a lady such as herself didn't walk among peasants and chickens. She allowed her mind to let the scenery around her slowly shift, the filthy brick buildings rose high as great towers of sparkling ivory. Stones pushed through the dirt beneath her feet, all the animals taking to the alley's and utterly vanished. The little street rats that were chasing pig skin balls amongst the people grew into fine lady's and Lords, out for an evening stroll. This was the world she longed for, the world from where she had come.
The Hag was no more, now replaced by the lovely young woman she once was. She let herself indulge in such a Dream, since she new it would always be out of her reach now, but oh what she would do to return to living in the lap of luxury.
A bit of commotion ripped through her world, thrusting her back into reality. She looked ahead to see two men at arms and a page at the wooden pillar in the center of town which held any and all announcements. As the Old Hag got a better look of the two she noticed that they were not just men at arms of the local nobility, but Guardsmen of the Queen. There hadn't been a country wide decree in quite some time. A bit of curiosity sparked in her, and she walked up behind messengers as they left.
The message tacked the the board was definitely of royalty. The paper was stiff but excellently white. A great calligrapher had beautifully written out the message in language that some of the commoners may not have been able to understand. The royal seal in gold leaf had been stamped at the bottom, though it was none of these things that caused the Old Hag to look, it was the words 'Witch Collectors'. The words snatched her attention like a young pick pocket, making her re-read the entire Message
As Ordered by the Queen of Alron
All persons of Witch descent or practicing the arts of witch craft, under the age of eighteen years, are hence forth ordered to enroll in the Springfield Institute for the Magically Gifted so that their talents may be used in service of the crown. Compensation shall be given to each guardian of said Witch in the amount of two-hundred gold coins. Any person known to ignore the order will be subjected to forced remove by Witch Collectors and shall receive no compensation.
A small smiled spread across her lips as she thought about it. Two hundred gold coins! She thought excitedly. That was enough to get out of that shitty little circus, and she could get rid of the brat! With that money and the child gone she could pull herself back into the world she so rightfully belonged. She could start over! All she needed to do was turn her daughter over to a Witch Collector. The Hags dreams were pulled from the dust with that little order. She could make everything right. She wasted no time standing there, she needed to get back and start deciding how to spend her money.