Well I will tell you about what happened on my christmas. In the morning I was watching the walace and gromit marathon *airpunch* I absolutely love wallace and gromit. I think it is absolutely amazing how they do it. Thre day before christmas I did make some gingerbread men which were really easy and fun to make and decorate. Although the necks on the coookie cutter was too thin so the heads kept on breaking off. After that all my family who are here came over and we had a huge christmas dinner with TONS of food. I swear we had almost every single meat on the table. (including kangaroo). After my grandparents left early a family friend came over for dessert so it was them, my cousins, their parents and another aunt over. It was really nice and we stayed up till midnight playing Texas Hold'em and I actually won a couple of (fake) chipes. My christmas was pretty awesome.
Since everyone else has been talking about their gifts recieved Not to be left out:-
- A stereo which has a screen and can play dvd's
- Handbag
- Jewellry
- REALLY cute scrapbook
- DS game
- Cute top
- Money
- Soap stuff
- Mooncake (hehe, privete joke)
Jane
As Jane mounted her horse she pulled a veil over her face, so that any late night wonderers would not recognise her. If worse came to worst and her mother sent out the guards she could easily outride them. It was a well known fact that the Princess of Flatonia had the fastest horse in the country. Though he mother would not notice her absence. She would be – of course – too preoccupied with her new husband. The smouldering beast of anger reared its head; of course Jane was furious at her mother. It was not a good time for a new father, the angry sores of sadness had not healed the scar would still remain even if years had passed. It had only been three weeks since the death of Jane’s beloved father. Jane nudged at Pharaoh to go faster, wanting the speed to distract her and the wind to whip away her worries and emotions.
Her anger had now died to a single ember and the comforting lull of movement that Pharaoh provided pushed Jane into the soothing realm of deep thought.
All the doctors told Jane and her mother that her father’s death was inevitable. Though still did they hope. In his last moments he died in the presence of his wife, but not his daughter
Pharaoh’s hoofs echoed on the cobbled road, the sound was sad and desolate on the long road that winded through the forest and eventually to Jane’s unknown destination. The trees bent down onto the road, like old men scrutinising the new passerby. Their form bent and broken.
Jane’s father died a broken man, he was broken in his mind often crying out, screaming in inescapable nightmares. He was broken physically, and though the flying arrow on the war zone he was never strong. He was broken as a father and as a friend, spending his last days withdrawn from visitors. But he was most broken as a person he did not live but was simply a husk of what might have been.
A faraway hoot of an owl alerted its prey. The sound resonated through the silence of the forest, the road of cobbles had turned into a carpet of pine needles, and the soft muted noises of Pharaohs walk seemed the only sound. The scent of old pine awakened lost memories of her father and her as a child collecting pine cones. Jane reached around Pharaoh’s thick neck and inhaled his comforting smell.
Her mother kept reminding Jane that her father had wanted a son. “A true man to inherit the heir” though he was disappointed with Jane and had always pretended his love. Though his love had always seemed real to Jane.
Night was falling and again Jane remembered how alone she was wakening from the deep and tranquil state that she had been in. The loneliness rushed back to Jane and it punctured the idea of returning to her mother. The mist was thickening now having the consistency of soup it had the damp smell that claws into you and into your sole being. Even Jane had to admit that night was falling and with no plan she had no idea what to do she hadn’t even thought of bringing food. She angrily hit the pack in front of her and heard a surprised jangle. She happily realised that she had brought The Pack without even noticing it. Jane patted it, as if it was an animal, she shook it slightly and was rewarded with a jingle of precious metals, and something softer. Jane realised with sudden apprehension that this would be the night.
Her mother was a cruel woman; she had an ivory face framed with ebony hair. Jane had inherited her mother’s green eyes though Janes danced like an emerald fire her mothers were ice cold. Her perfect porcelain face had two blood red lips. When Janes Father died his wife thought of it as a chore, purposely invoked by him to make her work. Loose ends made to tie, a war to surrender but far worst the care of his daughter left to her. Yes the Queen was beautiful but it was a terrible beauty to behold.
Now fuelled with determination and adrenaline it was now easy to discard the feelings of fright and solitude. It was easy to forget that Jane had never ridden this far before even accompanied and in daylight. Night had truly fallen though the skies were cloudy and though stars were not visible, the full moon hung in the sky like a luminescent orb.
They made Jane wait to see her father, although of course they welcomed the queen in with welcome arms.
Jane could have been riding for many, many hours, though it seemed just few minutes. It was as if time had stopped, cruelly sneering down at Jane and her plodding horse.
She had paced the room outside her father’s makeshift hospital. Her feet moving in time with the majestic grandfather clock.
Tick
She had reached the ridge where her father’s ashes had been thrown. It was still too dark to see but the faraway sound of waves assured Jane that she was in the right destination Pharaoh angrily pawed the ground. Jane ignored him and started to unpack her case. Carefully placing the tiara on her head, the string of pearls around her neck and numerous other pieces of jewellery on her body. Pharaoh became increasingly more agitated. Lastly she carefully removed a scroll, holding it reverently opened it and started reading.
Even Pharaoh’s neighing had ceased Jane felt- for the first time since her father died- calm. Now the sacred spells had been read a sacrifice had to be made, or more specifically where the dead had been banished. The time had come, Jane stepped off the ridge. In one breath praying her life would be a sufficient.
Tock
A wet huddle was slumped on the top of the ridge, the king rested against the fastest horse in all of Flatonia. He clutched in his hand the last part of the scroll that had been removed.
“A life must be given at the peak of grief to bring back the dead, the person must be completely gracious and the love that is shared must be unanimous between both dead and sacrifice. The sacrifice must give their life without any second thoughts and only then will they be spared from death’s clutches.”
The King of Flatonia, wet and weary, hugged his daughter Jane and waited for morning.
Ok so she read the scroll and thought she would exchange her life for the king (her dad, she's a princess). So she gave her life willingly but she didn't know that if she gave it up willingly and ignorantly her life would be spared as well. Oh and that $#!+ that the queen was taikng about the king not loving Jane was untrue.
I hope you liked that, cos if you did I will probably post more. I think it may be too long for a single post, so next time I might split it up into pieces.
Happy belated christmas.
Fernomina
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