A/N: Hello all! I'm back. See? I can manage to do this! By the way, this is my partner,Baron . If you've seen "The Cat Reutrns", you'll know him.
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Now, without further delay, THE FIRST STEPS: CHAPTER I:
Sunbeams shone through the window of the beautiful morning on the countryside. The window belonged to a large house of a very wealthy land owner and stood tall in this year of 1832. Through the window, the sunbeams crawled their way towards Julianne Castle's face. And when they did, slowly, but surely, her eyes began to open. Julianne was a young woman at the age of 16. Her beauty was almost far too much to be compared with others. Long, ebony hair fell down her back and stopped just at the middle. It was perfectly straight and obviously very well kept as well. Her eyes were a light shade of blue and gave off a warm aura. Her skin was like that of a china dolls; perfectly smooth and a perfect peaches and cream texture. And a small smile applauding the morning appeared on her red lips. She was at an average height for most girls, standing tall at about five foot five in the air.
Julianne sat up in her bed and stretched her arms in a long, satisfying yawn. Almost as if it was on cue, one of the house maids walked in her room with a silver tray of delicious goods one would eat for breakfast. "I see you're up?" the maid asked. Julianne nodded.
"Yes…" she began. "I couldn't stay asleep…I fell into the pool of warmth of the sun."
"You are a remarkable child." The maid smiled as she put down Julianne's tray on her bed. "Now you eat up. There's a big day ahead of you." And very soon, the maid walked out of the room. Julianne began to eat a piece of bread with marmalade on it and started to wonder what she'd do today. With a sigh and a moan, she remembered what exactly her father had planned for today. You see, Julianne's father, Leonard Castle, was a very wealthy land owner. He owned a very large land and was proud of all the work he had done to get the land. However, in these times, sometimes getting land comes in unfair ways.
Ever since Julianne turned about thirteen years old, her father had called up a land owner in the west, right beside their land. The land owners name was William Kettle. He was a very distinguished man (or old if you really want to put it bluntly). During the seek to getting new land, Leonard Castle arranged a marriage with Mr. Kettle's son—Richard Kettle. Richard was a wise man at the age of thirty now and apparently was the best suitable match for Julianne (in Leonard's opinion). Julianne was outraged at the fact that her father would make such a decision without asking her consent first. However, her father would not listen and only gave her a shrug when she scolded him.
Today was the day. Today was the day that the Kettle's would meet the Castle's. Julianne would meet her husband, and they would stay here in their house until Julianne wedded him in the spring. Julianne's new opinion on her father was a wretched man, and she now would think Richard the same most likely. Never in her life had she fallen in love yet and now she was to be forced never to fall in love ever? She did not think this a good idea. Most likely she'd try her best to persuade her father into getting her out of the marriage…if she could.
As well, another family was coming to visit and stay in the house. Often when Leonard Castle was a child, he'd play with a young girl by the name of Helen Glass. Helen and Leonard were the best of friends up until they were around sixteen and moved to far off places from each other to pursue different educations. One could say they were in love themselves, but ever since Leonard was at least nine years old, he was betrothed to a young beautiful girl at the age of six named Dianne Silver.
He ended up marrying Dianne when he was twenty and she was seventeen. She was a beautiful woman with blue crystal like eyes and long black hair, always done up in a bun with curls going down the side of her face. However, as much as her beauty captivated the man, Leonard's heart always and forever belonged to Helen. When Julianne's mother, Dianne, passed away (not too long ago, I might add), he went to Helen to confess his love. Alas, Helen had moved on and fallen in love with the man she married. He could not bring himself to tell her. So instead, he asked her and her family if they would be so kind as to stay at their house for the seasons (you see, the land Mr. Castle owned was a very well known land for having the most beautiful environment in certain seasons). They immediately agreed it would be a most excellent idea. Apparently, Helen Glass was now actually Helen Shore and married another wealthy man named Henry Shore. They bore one child who was now nineteen named Vincent.
After about fifteen minutes of setting off to work on her breakfast, Julianne got out of bed and dressed herself, putting her hair up in a bun and looking so much like her mother did at her age. She got herself into a crimson red dress and as she put on her white stockings, she dreaded the time when she'd meet her guests. So many people would be staying in the Castle house now, and she wasn't looking forward to it. As she finished putting on her stockings and shoes, she stepped out into the large halls of her house.
If you recall, you'll remember me telling you that Dianne Castle passed away not too long ago. Dianne was a remarkable woman who bore three children to Leonard. The first one was Julianne who was now sixteen, the second one was May who was now fourteen, and the third one was Edgar who was now thirteen. For almost five years, Dianne had been very ill and not well. Although her glow of beauty remained, it was easy to tell that she never went outside due to illness. So most of the time, she stayed inside playing fun games with her children, regardless of Leonard's disapproval. All her children loved her and went to her for advice as soon as possible when they needed it. So obviously, when she died, it shed a sort of…emptiness to the Castle residence.
"Good morning, Julie." A young girls voice interrupted Julianne's (who I shall call Julie) thoughts. In front of her was her younger sister, May, who was currently tying a white ribbon in her hair.
"Oh…good morning, May." Julie smiled at May as she walked off finishing up her ribbon, and then skipping off when she finished. May was a bright girl who also was very beautiful. She was around the height of five foot two and had a playful sort of look to her. She had curly hair that went down her back to her waist that was as dark as the night sky. Just like her mothers hair, May's curls were not unruly and in the way. Instead, they were beautiful curls that only brought the essence of kindness to whoever she talked to. May often wore colors such as white. For instance, today, May wore a white dress with puffed sleeves, white long stockings, and black shined shoes (with the white ribbon in her hair of course).
And as I said before, she was a very bright girl. For, you see wherever May went, she carried around a few sheets of paper and a quill with a bottle of ink shut tightly in her dress pocket. You may ask what in the world a girl like May would be doing with that material. May was a poet. And not just a regular poet, either. "I'm a traveling poet." She often would say. Whenever May would be traveling around the garden or any other place, and she would get inspired, she's hastily take out a quill, a sheet of paper, a bottle of ink, bend down, and begin to write a poem about that inspiration. "This way, none of the ideas escape my head." She explained when people would ask her (often, I might add) what in the world she was doing.
May's relationship with Leonard, her father, was a very complicated thing. For some odd reason, Leonard decided that May was his favorite child. He loved each of the three children very, very much, but, May was an exception. (Julie used to tell Edgar it was because she was the middle child and most of the time, middle children get overlooked an awful lot) Leonard would shower May with gifts and flowers for her birthday, and buy her all the most expensive clothes (he recently began to buy Julie expensive clothes as well, but she did not thank him happily, as she knew it was only to impress Richard Kettle and his father). However, unlike any other girl (except Julie in this case) who would scream out "thank you!" about one hundred times, May did not pay much attention to this. You see, the only thing May wanted to see from her father, was love outside of merchandise and gifts.
Down the corridor, a dark child walked out the doors of a bedroom. This dark child was none other then Edgar Castle. He was a tad bit short, and was about the age of thirteen. Edgar was the youngest Castle child. He had dark brown, almost ebony hair and misty blue eyes. The white in his eyes were scarce and stained red as if he had been crying for over one thousand years. His skin was pale like the white you would see on a window sill, and that's not a joke. When Dianne Castle passed away, Edgar seemed scarred for life. Out of all the children who went to their mother for advice on problems or situations, Edgar was the one who saw her the most. The two would have lovely times together, having tea parties and playing dress-up. Edgar seemed happier then when his hair was a light brown, his eyes a beautiful sapphire-like blue and his skin sun kissed.
However, when Dianne passed away, Edgar went into a state of a sort of shock. For an hour, he didn't talk. When he did talk, nothing could be understood because of the tears that came. Edgar retired to his room where he cried for days, none stop. Everyone would hear the sobbing throughout the house. After a month, Edgar still hadn't come out of his room. "Seems ill." The doctor had said. "I'll check up on him in another week or two." And so the doctor did, of course. But when the doctor did another check up, he said "I'm afraid the hope is fading. That child is as pale as the white of the moon. I don't think there is hope for him."
Miraculously, Edgar walked out of his room at the end of the second month. Now, even with his almost scary looks, he never stopped smiling. He now laughed at the most inappropriate material such as pain and despair. Edgar would talk about gruesome situations with the family and even with other families on family outings. Why, just last week he said at the dinner table: "Did you know that if one gets a huge gash in their leg and nobody stops the bleeding, that person will die a very long…and painful…delightful death." While smiling the whole time! His father sent him to his room and he went as if it was nothing knew (which it wasn't now). One day, May confronted Julianne about this behavior and said "Edgar has to find a way to stop! I was talking with father about my concern with him and father is thinking about sending him to an asylum!" All they could do was hope he wouldn't be sent to an asylum.
The family sat at the table eating their lunch and all were in silence. Most of the time, when one would start talking, it'd lead up to Edgar talking about the most inappropriate things. As well, Julie wasn't very interested in talking to her father about the Kettle family. To her despair, he brought it up instead. "Are you excited to meet Richard?" her father asked, still looking at his paper.
"Not…well…yes." Julie stammered through her words for a suitable answer. "I'm apprehensive."
"Oh." Mr. Castle looked up from his paper. He looked at her for a moment, and then continued to read. "Don't be so nervous." Julie looked at him with a plain look on her face. May kept reading her book and sighed for Julie's sake. The two were sisters, and best friends. Suddenly, Edgar spoke up, still smiling.
"I would hope the Kettle's wouldn't hurt themselves coming." He took a bite of his cucumber sandwich. "It would be such a pity if they should die." He smiled at Julie. Julie awkwardly smiled back. She knew Edgar knew as well how she felt and that he was trying to make her feel better. But it was a very disturbing thing to hear.
"Edgar Castle." Mr. Castle spoke sternly. Edgar smiled at him. "If I should hear any of that rot while our guests are here, I swear it you'll be…"
"Father." May spoke up, "I've finished this book…will you buy me another?" she used his favoritism to her advantage just so he wouldn't say "in an asylum." Her father smiled at her warmly.
"Of course, May, darling." He took a bite of his sandwich and continued to read. "The first chance I get." May rolled her eyes as soon as she could see his face was hidden behind the paper.
"Father…" Julie began, "When…are the Kettle's coming?"
"Oh I should say about 6 o'clock—about 6 more hours, dear." A hint of happiness was heard from his breath. "However the Shore family will be here any moment now."
"Their land is closer?" May asked, taking a bite of her toast. Her father nodded and smiled.
"I'm happy to be able to see my old friend." He laughed delightfully. Julie sighed. She knew his father had feelings for Mrs. Helen Shore. Now, those feelings would never be realized. "And I'm happy to be able to see her husband too…" he added on a tad more sorrowfully.
Julie got up and put on her hat. "I'm going out for a bit of air." She walked out before anyone could bid her adieu. It took a grand five minutes to go through the corridors and reach the front of the mansion. She wandered along the grass, looking at the beautiful blue sky. It's so free, she thought, I wish I was free…but not for long…she sighed quietly and came up to a pond. Lifting her dress, she stepped on a rock in the pond and closed her eyes to listen to the rushing water beneath her. She was far enough from the ground that she could easily take one step over the water. Her thoughts were interrupted when a voice was heard.
"Excuse me, is this the Castle residence?" Julie let out a startled yelp and fell back onto the grass. Her stockings splashed in the water and she let out a small growl underneath her breath. Her hat had fallen into the river and her hair was a mess. She stood up and turned to see who the voice belonged to. Behind her, was the most handsome man she had ever seen…
Baron: Very good, Daimon. I enjoyed it.
Glad you did!