violet3vergarden

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” The female bowed at the older woman before sitting down, giving a smile as she nodded "Expecting me ?" She questioned "I don't know what you expect from me . . I am not one someone usually expects." She stared forward, her face becoming monotone as the smile left. The blonde's voice also seemed quite .. lack of emotion. However she did speak well, the same way someone who's been quite educated would speak. "My name is Violet Tea, my family was prominent out in warmer lands. Old money, you could say . . we lived in a larger house. One out in the middle of fields . . crop fields. My parents owned the house, I worked inside it. I was raised along side the maids, I'd clean and work with them." She started to explain, starting with her childhood. What she spoke was clear and straight too the point. Its clear she's said the story many times before, or at least she's memorized it well enough. "I was treated more as a maid, rather then as a daughter. I was well cared for, however. I'd always have a meal to eat, I had a warm place to stay, and I was well educated at home by tutors. However, if not working , I was being cleaning, sewing, cooking, repairing, gardening, chores. I did a lot of chores. As I got older, I was at times forbidden to go outside, only outside work I was able to do was in my front fenced in yard .. or sometimes I was able to play in the backyard if my parents were there. My parents were over protective of me, id soon come to realize. Especially my mother. My mother hated the idea of me going outside, let alone hate when I asked her questions about love and the world outside I'd read about in my studies. Whenever I did ask my mother to go outside ..she'd claimed people I should never interact with worked outside, people who work for my parents. I never knew of these people, I was merely given descriptions . . . none of which human. I would learn later through book studies that these 'people' were actually elves and other folk.. I never was able to speak much to the others. Though, the one elf race stood out to me. I believe they're commonly referred too as 'dark elves'. My parents didn't even refer to them in general, I don't think they enjoyed them much other then the labor they provided. I never agreed with them." She paused to tuck her hair behind her ear, she reached into her apron to pull out an old photo. "While cleaning one morning, there was a knock at the door. When I answered, a boy of a dark complexion over the door. He wasn't human, I could tell that. I'll admit, I stood in awe as I stared at him, he stared at me right back. We both were at a loss for words, we clearly never seen such different beings to this extent before. Or, perhaps he did, just didn't expect me to answer . . . I don't recall if I ever asked him about that. We spoke for about forty minutes til' my parents got home . . . My father seemed enraged and my mother nearly tackled me inside. I was upset. I've read and wondered so much about his kind, or others that were outside, and the moment ended with such abruption. Such a shame .." Violet turned the photo around, it was of a dark elven boy with nearly dark grey skin, white hair and purple eyes, "A few days lighter he returned at night, knocking on a first floor window as I did some late night cleaning. I often cleaned at night, I loved to watch the moon, the stars, and the sunrise. It was always much cooler at night as well, I'd be able to open some windows and let the small nightly breeze enter. When I opened the window .. I was shocked to see the boy. I was more shocked when he asked me to sneak out with him .. to show me what the real world was like. he must've known how locked up I was. If anything, I was surprised to the freedoms he got as well. I was always under the influence he lived somewhere on my parent's property, I was unaware there was even much of a kingdom near by which he lived in. I was educated, yes, but the history of where I resides at was never told to me. When I was taught maps, Id never learn where exactly on such map I lived at. . . " The human would pause before continuing: "He wanted to show me how 'the rich are wrong about the locals and people like him', so of course I accepted. But locals ? Was he not truly as much as a laborer as I thought, or was told ? Was it truly just normal folk living at some nearby kingdom working for my parents ?" She questioned as if she didn't know the answer, then went on with the story. "That night I had the most eye opening and fun experience of my life. I was taken to the local tavern where there was music ! Dancing ! Countless to talk too ! Everyone was so kind and welcoming . . I was drawn back. I knew deep down previously my parents could have been lying about the Lower class, about my life as a whole, but that night was my confirmation. From that day on I tended to nap during the day and do all my cleaning at night so my parents assumed I was Just a night owl, when really, I was sneaking out with this elvan boy. Eventually I was introduced to the other few elvan folk of area. They oddly enough, welcomed me with open arms. They knew of my ignorance, and took no offense to any comments or questions I asked . . I suppose the boy told them my story and they were happy to see someone such as myself be so open to change . . so open to the truth." She smiled to herself, her emotion seemingly happy . . key word, seemed. "They taught me countless things and even claimed they knew my father.. but I disagreed. I argued that's impossible because my father was a wealthy white upper class businessman, why would he ever talk to these people for other than business ? But. . . well, I soon figured out . . that, well, wasn't my real dad at home. He was a step father. It all made sense from here I suppose . . I'm afraid this is where my story gets less interesting, or near its end." She'd sigh, her voice was quickly back to its usual monotone self. "The reason the mother hated these .. elven folk, the lower class, ect isn't cause anything I originally expected till then. . my mother was pregnant at a young age by one of them and felt like it was a mistake. . and so I didn't follow in her path she made up all these lies to keep me away.. In a sense? I understood her mother's reasonings but now could never feel the same. I was hurt, yes I may have understood her beliefs and point of view however I cannot forgive her for isolating me in such a way my whole life over such a silly thing. . Or what I found silly anyway. My father was some elf, not a rich businessman . . but the more plot twist? My mother wasn't too human herself, well . . she was, but she was Adunian, already part elf herself." she pursed her lips together, grabbing her apron a bit tightly before continuing. "After some time, a few months even sneaking out. The elf I knew began coming around often. He claimed his family would be moving more out into the wild for farming property.. I of course didn't want to be alone like before. . This guy was the reason I discovered the real world, I didn't want to be stuck at home alone again. So. . after the male fully left, I ran away. I left to stay with the elves I've grown attached too for a while before setting off to find my real father. I suppose that's now where I am at modern time, still seeking him." She went to stand up, "My apologies if this was boring, or straight too the point. I am not the best at using emotions to spruce of my words. But, I suppose I shall be off now. I guess my search continues."

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” The female bowed at the older woman before sitting down, giving a smile as she nodded "Expecting me ?" She questioned "I don't know what you expect from me . . I am not one someone usually expects." She stared forward, her face becoming monotone as the smile left. The blonde's voice also seemed quite .. lack of emotion. However she did speak well, the same way someone who's been quite educated would speak. "My name is Violet Tea, my family was prominent out in warmer lands. Old money, you could say . . we lived in a larger house. One out in the middle of fields . . crop fields. My parents owned the house, I worked inside it. I was raised along side the maids, I'd clean and work with them." She started to explain, starting with her childhood. What she spoke was clear and straight too the point. Its clear she's said the story many times before, or at least she's memorized it well enough. "I was treated more as a maid, rather then as a daughter. I was well cared for, however. I'd always have a meal to eat, I had a warm place to stay, and I was well educated at home by tutors. However, if not working , I was being cleaning, sewing, cooking, repairing, gardening, chores. I did a lot of chores. As I got older, I was at times forbidden to go outside, only outside work I was able to do was in my front fenced in yard .. or sometimes I was able to play in the backyard if my parents were there. My parents were over protective of me, id soon come to realize. Especially my mother. My mother hated the idea of me going outside, let alone hate when I asked her questions about love and the world outside I'd read about in my studies. Whenever I did ask my mother to go outside ..she'd claimed people I should never interact with worked outside, people who work for my parents. I never knew of these people, I was merely given descriptions . . . none of which human. I would learn later through book studies that these 'people' were actually elves and other folk.. I never was able to speak much to the others. Though, the one elf race stood out to me. I believe they're commonly referred too as 'dark elves'. My parents didn't even refer to them in general, I don't think they enjoyed them much other then the labor they provided. I never agreed with them." She paused to tuck her hair behind her ear, she reached into her apron to pull out an old photo. "While cleaning one morning, there was a knock at the door. When I answered, a boy of a dark complexion over the door. He wasn't human, I could tell that. I'll admit, I stood in awe as I stared at him, he stared at me right back. We both were at a loss for words, we clearly never seen such different beings to this extent before. Or, perhaps he did, just didn't expect me to answer . . . I don't recall if I ever asked him about that. We spoke for about forty minutes til' my parents got home . . . My father seemed enraged and my mother nearly tackled me inside. I was upset. I've read and wondered so much about his kind, or others that were outside, and the moment ended with such abruption. Such a shame .." Violet turned the photo around, it was of a dark elven boy with nearly dark grey skin, white hair and purple eyes, "A few days lighter he returned at night, knocking on a first floor window as I did some late night cleaning. I often cleaned at night, I loved to watch the moon, the stars, and the sunrise. It was always much cooler at night as well, I'd be able to open some windows and let the small nightly breeze enter. When I opened the window .. I was shocked to see the boy. I was more shocked when he asked me to sneak out with him .. to show me what the real world was like. he must've known how locked up I was. If anything, I was surprised to the freedoms he got as well. I was always under the influence he lived somewhere on my parent's property, I was unaware there was even much of a kingdom near by which he lived in. I was educated, yes, but the history of where I resides at was never told to me. When I was taught maps, Id never learn where exactly on such map I lived at. . . " The human would pause before continuing: "He wanted to show me how 'the rich are wrong about the locals and people like him', so of course I accepted. But locals ? Was he not truly as much as a laborer as I thought, or was told ? Was it truly just normal folk living at some nearby kingdom working for my parents ?" She questioned as if she didn't know the answer, then went on with the story. "That night I had the most eye opening and fun experience of my life. I was taken to the local tavern where there was music ! Dancing ! Countless to talk too ! Everyone was so kind and welcoming . . I was drawn back. I knew deep down previously my parents could have been lying about the Lower class, about my life as a whole, but that night was my confirmation. From that day on I tended to nap during the day and do all my cleaning at night so my parents assumed I was Just a night owl, when really, I was sneaking out with this elvan boy. Eventually I was introduced to the other few elvan folk of area. They oddly enough, welcomed me with open arms. They knew of my ignorance, and took no offense to any comments or questions I asked . . I suppose the boy told them my story and they were happy to see someone such as myself be so open to change . . so open to the truth." She smiled to herself, her emotion seemingly happy . . key word, seemed. "They taught me countless things and even claimed they knew my father.. but I disagreed. I argued that's impossible because my father was a wealthy white upper class businessman, why would he ever talk to these people for other than business ? But. . . well, I soon figured out . . that, well, wasn't my real dad at home. He was a step father. It all made sense from here I suppose . . I'm afraid this is where my story gets less interesting, or near its end." She'd sigh, her voice was quickly back to its usual monotone self. "The reason the mother hated these .. elven folk, the lower class, ect isn't cause anything I originally expected till then. . my mother was pregnant at a young age by one of them and felt like it was a mistake. . and so I didn't follow in her path she made up all these lies to keep me away.. In a sense? I understood her mother's reasonings but now could never feel the same. I was hurt, yes I may have understood her beliefs and point of view however I cannot forgive her for isolating me in such a way my whole life over such a silly thing. . Or what I found silly anyway. My father was some elf, not a rich businessman . . but the more plot twist? My mother wasn't too human herself, well . . she was, but she was Adunian, already part elf herself." she pursed her lips together, grabbing her apron a bit tightly before continuing. "After some time, a few months even sneaking out. The elf I knew began coming around often. He claimed his family would be moving more out into the wild for farming property.. I of course didn't want to be alone like before. . This guy was the reason I discovered the real world, I didn't want to be stuck at home alone again. So. . after the male fully left, I ran away. I left to stay with the elves I've grown attached too for a while before setting off to find my real father. I suppose that's now where I am at modern time, still seeking him." She went to stand up, "My apologies if this was boring, or straight too the point. I am not the best at using emotions to spruce of my words. But, I suppose I shall be off now. I guess my search continues."