Tuesday, June 3, 2008,
11:58 PM
"If I may, fair maiden, you may call me Edward. And may I know your name?"
I smiled at him timidly, almost not daring to look into those perfect eyes of his. "Ce-Celeste. Celeste Winters. Nice to meet you, Edward."
He looked at me, nodding his head and holding his hand out in a gesture to help me up. I took it, standing unsteadily. For a moment, we scrutinised each other, as it wasn't every day an Edawrdian boy met a girl from the twenty-first century. I took in every detail yet again, but my mind was still spinning with questions. It was horribly rude of me at that time, but I knew I had to go straight up to him and ask.
"Excuse me, but where are you from, to have such a queer accent?"
He looked at me, apparently not quite understanding my way of speech. I was surprised to see him reach into his pocket and take out something, which I looked at and got dazzled for the third time that day.
It was a necklace, beautifully crafted to look like a red rose. In the middle of it was a curly, beautiful thing that I couldn't make much sense of. On second glance, I gasped. That thing was a beautiful letter 'C'. C for Celeste. Was he giving it to...me? I looked at Edward again, and this time he smiled and pressed the necklace into my pale hands. I blinked, not daring to believe it. It was for me. I could wear it. But why? Noticing the earnest look on his face, I put my doubts aside and hung the necklace round my neck.
"How is it? Can you understand me now, Celeste?"
I gasped. His voice... it was the same, but the words were different. I could fully understand him now. Was it the necklace? This meant we could communicate... right? I noticed that he was also wearing a necklace, except that his had an 'E' on it. You might wonder, dear reader, why he knew that my name started with a C, but at that moment, I was far too mesmerized and confused to think properly. All I wanted to do was communicate with him and find out what the reason to this strange occurence was.
"Edward?"
"Yes?"
"Tell me. Everything. About you, and about why you're here."
"Everything?"
"Everything."
And then he began to speak with emotion in his voice. ,
4:29 AM
When I opened my eyes, I noticed a face staring down at me. I gasped; this face was more beautiful than anything else! It was a little boy of about 12 (the same age as me) with a face so round and perfect that it looked painted, and with short, cherubic locks the colour of creamy chocolate.
His hazel eyes were like deep pools of water, so clear, mysterious and shining. He carried a smile on those perfect lips that would have been a girl's had they been any more well-shaped. He stared down at me innocently, and I saw that a sleeve of his shirt was torn off.
"Fair maiden, where dost thou reside?" His english was a little funny. Only then did I realise that he was all dressed up in Edwardian garb, from the jewel-encrested vest to the fine boots. Not a poor fellow, I must say. He looked so gallant though young, almost like a prince.
I stared down at my foot which had been hurting before, and noticed that his sleeve was wrapped around the wound tenderly with a blood-covered shard of glass laying nearby. Had he really bandaged my leg for me? Who was he? Was he from another era, and what did the mirror have to do with him? As he started to speak again, I fell silent, hoping my questions would be answered.Labels: Timeless.
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4:28 AM
One- Discovery.
It all started one day, when I was wandering the halls of the mansion as usual when Nanny went to prepare lunch for us. I stared into each mirror, fascinated by the mysterious twirls of the glass and the way my face was reflected. Sometimes I would meet a creepy mirror that seemed to distort my reflection, and I would run until I was sure I was safe. The mirrors were my only playmates when Nanny wasn't there, and I walked slowly, each step echoing through the walls. Every mirror was of a different size and shape; some ancient, some new in style. However, there was one particular mirror that caught my eye.
That mirror looked the oldest of all, you could even say antique. It was gold around the edges with intricate carvings, and I just stared with my mouth open. Why, this could have belonged to a princess or even an Emperor! I reached out one hand to touch the mirror, and I was surprised by how magical and cool it felt. The gold was nearly glaring to my eyes, and I smiled as its beauty drew me in. It was so grand, so big, so perfect...
Suddenly, the mirror began to...shake. I didn't know for what reason, but the mirror kept on shaking, first a little then increasingly more. I watched in horror, withdrawing my arm. What was happening? It was my fault that this mirror would be destroyed, and Father would step out of the chamber in his drunken stupor to punish me. No, it couldn't be. I blinked furiously, but the mirror kept on shaking. Before I could scream, it shattered into a million pieces.
At that moment, I felt a sharp, piercing pain in my foot. The next I knew, the world went black.Labels: Timeless.
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4:28 AM
I live in an old mansion. One of those spine-chilling, haunted places. And this mansion was filled with mirrors. I hate mirrors. Everytime I look into one of them, I feel as if it isn't me staring back, but another different person. You know how they say that the spirits of dead people are trapped inside the mirrors of their old house? That's precisely what I feared: seeing someone from another era gazing out at me, the girl of the future.
I do not have any family except for Father who keeps himself in his chambers, indulging in wine and merriment. For what am I to him, but a mere object? "Celeste, go and tuck yourself in now." He would say every night, and I would obediently do as he said. When I was much younger, a mere child of six, I once had the foolishness to express my desire.
"Papa, can you tuck me in instead tonight?" I wished he would show me but one bit of fatherly love. "Celeste, you may ask your nanny to take care of such trivial matters." Naturally, I bowed and went crying to Nanny, who hugged and kissed me, telling me to 'be a good little dear'.
I do love Nanny, and she is like a mother to me. However, she is all I have aside from my cold father. I wished for a playmate so much, someone who would laugh with me and be childish with me. Little did I know that I would get my wish soon, in the most unexpected way.Labels: Timeless.