1048 Sunset Boulevard

seven, chapter one

July 14, 2010 | Uncategorized

here is part of chapter one Xd I am stillw orking on it, the rest of the prologue is in the last entries comment box

Chapter one

It was the 20th of septum. Which assumingly was once called September. The dim light of the world began to fade as the evening approached. I was mostly unconcerned about the time and more concerned about my writing. I kept somewhat of an Ideological diary, a place to secretly record my thoughts so I didn’t have to turn the ideas over and over in my head to remember them. I wrote by quill and berry ink, both are quite pricey around here since ink was hard to get and pencil faded away so easily on our parchment. For Parchment, we use sand paper; this special parchment was made by the sand around us. We mixed together sand and a stranger chemical with a long name I never could remember. Soon this mixture would lie out in the sun. I suppose the water evaporated from the chemical and what was left was the residue of the chemical and dissolved sand. It was much like glass however they usually added some sort of dye before they left it out to keep it from turning translucent. Soon the glass like thin sheets would be cut. They were thin and limp, almost like Plastic. This is why we used berry ink, it would stain the paper, and this would make it easier to write and more permanent. The cover of my Diary I had made myself. I carved it out of old wood from an abandoned house not too far from my own. I carved careful designs on it and then filled the carvings with glass; this would make it more durable. I finally added a lock, from where a key hung from my neck. I suppose the day that this all began; I forgot to lock my little diary. That day I heard a customer enter my shop and it made me jump in my seat, I suppose I just rushed out. When I entered the “parlor” of my shop I came face to face with Master Guia and his wife, he was from the guild but I had happened to take a liking to his personality. He was kind and quite handsome with his tan skin and golden hair, he always seemed to smile. It was his little wife I loathed She was small, skinny with large black eyes and matching black hair. She was Rude and Absolutely nosey, I always found her complaining about how my work was better when I did a piece of furniture for someone else or she would stop by when they had ordered furniture to hover over me as I worked on their order. Maybe I would do better if their wasn’t so much yakking in my ear. On this specific day, Master Guia had forgotten four days earlier to check a trunk he had ordered a few days ago and pick it up if it was to his liking. There was only once that it wasn’t to his liking, but that was mostly because of mistress Guia’s nagging. Why did he even marry her anyway? I lead master Guia to the back to he could inspect the trunk, it took me a little while to pull it out and when I turned around I realized mistress Guia was not with him. “Where’s the miss?” I asked as I stepped away from the detailed trunk, “I told her to stay in the lobby today since the trunk is not for her” he had explained. It reminded me that she hadn’t been over my shoulder for almost 2 months. I probably should have check on her as Master Guia looked over the trunk. For that night would become my worst nightmare coming into the light of reality beneath my own nose. Dawn was reaching the hills the brighter dimness helped us differentiate night from day. I was asleep in the burlap blanket that had been used so many times it grew limp and soft but almost completely worthless. It was a click, like dropping plastic on a table that had awoken me. I shot up, sitting straight in my bed and glancing around soon I just took a deep breath and let myself settle. I had been having these terrible dreams lately consisting of a shadowy figure and cries of betrayal. I never saw the figures face, and even now I doubt I wanted to. Another click sound made my ears feel as if they perked. I became completely uneasy at that moment; something in the early morning air did not seem quite right. I tossed the burlap covers from myself and heaved my still tired body from the bed. I saw a glint of gold and in a split moment firm hands grabbed my arms gripping them tight enough to make bruises. “Aunli Featherwood” A voice boomed “you are under arrest for the sin of treason.” Sin? I glanced to the entrance, trying to stay as calm as possible. Freaking out at a moment like this would help nothing, well at least not positively. It was them, the Soldiers of the Sun or otherwise known as the Sun’s “Followers” all dressed in armor of bronze and gold. Their heads were hidden under heavy carefully decorated Masks. I was pinned down to my floor. I had never regretted not sweeping my floor as much as I did now. The sand and dirt from my floor grounded itself into my skin , from the pressure of the large soldier quite literally sitting on my spine, the dirt felt like needles sinking their way into my arms and legs. I could see the glint of a blade; I assumed then that this soldier was the “Head” of the others since he had pulled out his sword. However that’s not what caught my attention. The soldier behind the one with the blade leaned in my door way with a book in his hand. This book was not just any book, This book was My Very own…Diary.