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Ella Erwood
 Posted: Jun 13 2017, 07:59 PM
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Once upon a time, there was a young girl who lived on a rural estate with her mother and father, and she loved them both very much. When the girl was just 6 years old, a great sadness came into her life. The girl's mother became sick and passed away.

Ella’s life could have continued much as it had, except her father grew paranoid upon his wife’s passing. In time, he came to believe that the girl needed a mother, and so he married a woman of title, trading his wealth for her station, and—he believed—elevating his daughter into a better kind of life.

Sadly that was not to be. Ella and her father were riding in the forest when unknowingly they crossed the Queen's barrier. They were set upon by the shambling dead. Ella's father was bitten, fending them off, and ensuring her safety. Ella rode for home, believing that her father was behind her, but when she turned she saw that he could not cross the barrier. He rode into the forest, never to be seen again.

Ella became the ward of her stepmother. Her stepmother used the death of Ella's father as an excuse to sell the ancient family estate and move Ella and her two biological daughters into town. Once they were installed in town, Ella was relegated to the role of a servant. She is no longer treated as a daughter or a proper member of the house. However, her kind heart takes consolation in her room, high in the attic of the manor. From there she can see the lights of the castle and dream about the exciting parties that must take place within. It is her dream to someday be invited.

In her dream, she is riding. The horse beneath her balks in protest as she spurs him toward their unnatural foe. She pleads with him, spurs him with her heels, and eventually, he relents. She feels at one with her horse as his strong muscles push forward, she leans low to his neck as he leaps over the hedgerow and she finds her father on the other side.

When this happened, in reality, she was far too late. By the time she spotted her father it was already too late. She was not brave enough to urge her horse onward, she did not return to her father's side. Common sense tells her that nothing would have been served if she had. If she'd run to him, she would've died as well, succumbing to the Blight. But, knowing that does little to ease the heavy weight of guilt and failure that wrap around her neck like a noose in her waking hours.

In her dream, however, she is brave, and more than that, she is on time. She reaches him, reaches for him. She knows that if he takes her hand, he will be safe. But as her fingers reach for his--the sound of a bell begins ringing in the distance. One bell is joined by another, and another, until it becomes too much, and the chorus of bells drives her from the world of sleep.

Ella's eyes open and fix on the three chiming bells above her head, alerting her to the fact that her stepmother and two stepsisters are awake and expecting to be fed. Bringing a hand to her mess of dirty blonde curls, Ella winces, wondering how she managed to oversleep this much. Usually, she is up with the sun and has already made a great deal of headway on her morning chores before the others wake and need her services. But, last night there were so many pretty lights coming from the castle. She got distracted sitting on the window ledge and watching all the fabulous people come and go.

Her favorite part was the gowns, so delicate and beautiful, like flower petals drifting in a strong breeze. Sometimes when she watched them she would let herself wonder what it felt like to wear dresses like that.

But she knew better than to waste too much time on dreams. A dream was nothing more than a wish. And if there was one thing she'd learned in her 19 years it was that wishes never came true.

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 Posted: Jun 15 2017, 01:17 AM
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When all of the beauty turns to pain When all of the madness falls like rain As long as we crash and we collide We will be gorgeous, you and I.
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