...really done...but so far)? Preface
Years before Marie was born—Farrlow kingdom was a magical happy place—a place of laughter, excitement, joy and especially magic. Magic revolved around each person’s life!
Then came a cold dreary night the clouds were dark, puffed and clustered together. The rain was heavy. The king’s daughter was practicing her disappear spell but she accidently turned it to herself. And it is told she fell to ash and died right before the kings eyes. The king banned magic throughout the whole kingdom and that’s when things went bad. Prices of foods went up and other things and people began to struggle. Magic would help the kingdom rejuvenating their crops and make sure everything was together—it was like the glue of their kingdom.
Farrlow kingdom was a main base of trading goods but ever since the ban of magic; people were struggling with how to make income—even in other towns.
So when the next generation came they were told there was no such thing as magic and they were also told never to speak of it. Ever. But Marie believes something different. She knows there is magic! She can feel it in her every breath—her mind told her she knew it was real..like the magic was inhaled and exhaled throughout her body with every breath she took.
Chapter One
“I don’t know what’s wrong with Marie…she doodles about—about—,”—Mrs. Haralson paused dramatically and looked around the small empty classroom “Magic!”
Mrs. Haralson opened a draw and it squealed as she pulled it. She took out the papers as they rustled together and she dropped them on the table. “Look at it.” Mrs. Haralson slammed her palm against the pages with a loud thud. Her mom gasped and her dad’s eyes widened. “Marie!” Her dad was appalled as he picked up the papers in his thick hands. Marie twitched her nose. “I don’t think she should be doing this—at least not in class! I mean I don’t know what it’s about! What if this gets in the hands of another child! And another child! And another child! Soon it will poison their minds—and you know what they’ll do—,”
“Protest!” Her dad finished the sentence emphatically.
Her dad scowled at her dirtily Marie left his piercing gaze. “Mrs. Haralson I can assure you that Marie will stop and we will make sure of it.” Her mother’s voice was keen. Marie swallowed. “Marie if you don’t stop you might end up like that other kid—the kingdom idiot.” Marie’s dad voice was filled with worry and disappointment. “Because of Marie’s grades I will keep what she does under wraps…but this is going to have to stop. It’s an all time thing.” Mrs. Haralson emphasized.
Her father took the papers and crumbled them—Marie’s heart sank. “Don’t worry we’ll burn these tonight.” Her dad assured as he sat up from the small chair. “Let’s go.” He cut his eyes at Marie—she was in trouble. Her and her mother stood simultaneously. “Thank you Mrs. Haralson I’m sure we won’t have to visit for things like this anymore.” Her mother gently pushed Marie’s back and shuffled her towards the door.
“Alright,” Mrs. Haralson was leaving as well. They walked out into the frosty air. “Marie what are you thinking when you’re drawing about magic all freely! You’re lucky she’s keeping it under wraps! How could you! Outrageous! I mean seriously Marie! You know the king would not accept this!”
Marie let out a huff and kept walking. When they reached their stone cottage with the straw roof her father immediately went to the fireplace. Her threw them in and struck a match. Marie gasped and he turned and looked at her angrily as he tossed the lit match in. The paper curled as they burned blacking up turning charcoal black. It was being eaten away at the inside out. Marie closed her eyes.
“Marie let me tell you something…magic…it isn’t real…it’s not going to be real…and it’s not coming back—,” Marie’s dad went blank and he closed his eye, “I mean. It’s not real!” Her father switched up his words and gritted his teeth.
When he said those words, ‘It’s not real’ it gave Marie a flashback from when she was around five years old when she saw a man on the border of the kingdom pulling a rabbit out of a hat—it was a clear day. “Look!” Marie shouted and pointed. “It’s not real honey.” Her dad had ruffled her hair. Her mom gave her a sympathetic look. “Yes honey—it’s, it’s not real.” Her mother repeated uneasily.
That's all i got sooo....how does it sound!!???
Answers please and thank you!
Years before Marie was born—Farrlow kingdom was a magical happy place—a place of laughter, excitement, joy and especially magic. Magic revolved around each person’s life!
Then came a cold dreary night the clouds were dark, puffed and clustered together. The rain was heavy. The king’s daughter was practicing her disappear spell but she accidently turned it to herself. And it is told she fell to ash and died right before the kings eyes. The king banned magic throughout the whole kingdom and that’s when things went bad. Prices of foods went up and other things and people began to struggle. Magic would help the kingdom rejuvenating their crops and make sure everything was together—it was like the glue of their kingdom.
Farrlow kingdom was a main base of trading goods but ever since the ban of magic; people were struggling with how to make income—even in other towns.
So when the next generation came they were told there was no such thing as magic and they were also told never to speak of it. Ever. But Marie believes something different. She knows there is magic! She can feel it in her every breath—her mind told her she knew it was real..like the magic was inhaled and exhaled throughout her body with every breath she took.
Chapter One
“I don’t know what’s wrong with Marie…she doodles about—about—,”—Mrs. Haralson paused dramatically and looked around the small empty classroom “Magic!”
Mrs. Haralson opened a draw and it squealed as she pulled it. She took out the papers as they rustled together and she dropped them on the table. “Look at it.” Mrs. Haralson slammed her palm against the pages with a loud thud. Her mom gasped and her dad’s eyes widened. “Marie!” Her dad was appalled as he picked up the papers in his thick hands. Marie twitched her nose. “I don’t think she should be doing this—at least not in class! I mean I don’t know what it’s about! What if this gets in the hands of another child! And another child! And another child! Soon it will poison their minds—and you know what they’ll do—,”
“Protest!” Her dad finished the sentence emphatically.
Her dad scowled at her dirtily Marie left his piercing gaze. “Mrs. Haralson I can assure you that Marie will stop and we will make sure of it.” Her mother’s voice was keen. Marie swallowed. “Marie if you don’t stop you might end up like that other kid—the kingdom idiot.” Marie’s dad voice was filled with worry and disappointment. “Because of Marie’s grades I will keep what she does under wraps…but this is going to have to stop. It’s an all time thing.” Mrs. Haralson emphasized.
Her father took the papers and crumbled them—Marie’s heart sank. “Don’t worry we’ll burn these tonight.” Her dad assured as he sat up from the small chair. “Let’s go.” He cut his eyes at Marie—she was in trouble. Her and her mother stood simultaneously. “Thank you Mrs. Haralson I’m sure we won’t have to visit for things like this anymore.” Her mother gently pushed Marie’s back and shuffled her towards the door.
“Alright,” Mrs. Haralson was leaving as well. They walked out into the frosty air. “Marie what are you thinking when you’re drawing about magic all freely! You’re lucky she’s keeping it under wraps! How could you! Outrageous! I mean seriously Marie! You know the king would not accept this!”
Marie let out a huff and kept walking. When they reached their stone cottage with the straw roof her father immediately went to the fireplace. Her threw them in and struck a match. Marie gasped and he turned and looked at her angrily as he tossed the lit match in. The paper curled as they burned blacking up turning charcoal black. It was being eaten away at the inside out. Marie closed her eyes.
“Marie let me tell you something…magic…it isn’t real…it’s not going to be real…and it’s not coming back—,” Marie’s dad went blank and he closed his eye, “I mean. It’s not real!” Her father switched up his words and gritted his teeth.
When he said those words, ‘It’s not real’ it gave Marie a flashback from when she was around five years old when she saw a man on the border of the kingdom pulling a rabbit out of a hat—it was a clear day. “Look!” Marie shouted and pointed. “It’s not real honey.” Her dad had ruffled her hair. Her mom gave her a sympathetic look. “Yes honey—it’s, it’s not real.” Her mother repeated uneasily.
That's all i got sooo....how does it sound!!???
Answers please and thank you!