Chapter One

For todays post I have decided to give you the beginning of my story.

Note that it is far from finished and when I am done this might not at all be how the story begins. But for now this is it. So with great expectancy I give you (pause for effect) THEEEEE BEEEGINNNNNINNNGG!
Enjoy!

Petronella
Chapter one- The beginning
Petronella Cynthia Esther Scott was not a normal girl. What is first she didn’t look like the other girls, slim and tall and… Well, you get the picture. She wasn’t very pretty in some people’s view, but she had the most brilliant kind of eyes. They where dark, but not black. No, more in a shade of the most intense dark-green you could imagine. But most people did not realize that. They could simply not see it, because most of the time Petronella was far too shy to look people in the eyes. Yes, she was usually so nervous around people she did not dare look them in their faces. But if you came closer, and by some chance got a glimpse of her eyes, you saw that Petronella’s eyes was for mere mortals, you know ordinary people, close to enchanting. Almost like poison her eyes were, and that is why her father used to call her Ivy, as in poison ivy. Her hair was dark, black as raven-feathers it was. Some say that the colour of her hair is the very heart of our story, so it would be wise to keep those raven-coloured locks in mind as we proceed in the telling.
She was rather broad-shoulder and brawny, and also rather short, and would have become a great athlete if she’d try. But we’re afraid she was far too shy for things like that. Oh she was, wasn’t she? But it was her mind people in the end couldn’t figure out, the capacity of it would be shown to be far greater than anyone could imagine. That was probably what led to her death one day. No one really knew what happened to her, but late one night, a farmer found her on the fields after a hard day of work. But since we are the tellers of this story we also have the slightly important information to tell that a rather small boy stood amongst the trees just as the field met the forest, with tears running down his cheek and an expression of horror mixed with anger upon his rather pretty face. But that is the end of this story. First we have to look at the beginning, the very beginning.

The End

May your walk be safe and your steps be steady.

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