Authors pre-face. Well here is my attempt to re-write my novel from scratch. I may as well give up the idea of a co author, but i will adore feed back. I am hoping the muse will settle upon and bless my endeavours, and that this will become prolific, and well organised, and i humbly request of my muses... FINISHED.
I am telling a story about three generations of people over three books in a series, who live in a parallel dimension of Earth. The society, technology, and appearances of this world are similar to earth. This is a world of strict order, culture, and noble humanity.
The story takes place in the Kingdom of Keshathria, currently ruled by Queen Lanel. This is Her first term of election. The political system we have set up here is something of my own invention which i call a Democratic Monarchy. The particular ideas of such a system I shall endeavor to weave into the dialogue of the tales to come. (not to mention the fact that i will have to study political theory when i am not writing so i can use good ideas for my system.. hence the desire for smart co-mentors)
To lesson my reader's confusion allow me to prepare you for the style of my narrative. It is told in first person, but i will be telling various parts of the story from each character's perspective. When i change characters their piece will be set off like this .... ***** the author**** So with little more to-do, and hopefully very little interruption, let's attempt now to write a novel.
*****Diana Khon, age 16*****
" I am Officer Tweed, and this is Officer Twum. We will be escorting you to Reformation, Ms Khon. " says the official dweeb as he opens my cell door and motions for me to go along with them. " So." I spit. We went to the clerk of court's office in the Palace, where I am signed over into the officers' custody and my prison file is formally handed over to Tweed. His partner puts a firm steering hand on my shoulder and I am guided to the squad car parked out front. After we have started to drive, Twum opens my file and groans. " She's got another delivery." He says tiredly. " You have got to be kidding, what is that 65-70 charges so far? "Yeah and why is it WE have to deliver them? She scares me." "Wanna stop for coffee before we get there?"
The men share a giggle... and started joking amongst themselves about their school days... and Carol. I leaned back crossing my arms impatiently, hating the world, esp my father. My own father did this to me. Separated me from my little sister till i am 18 years old. She's only 11, our mother died a few years ago and mister military man threw himself into his work. I've practically been raising her on my own. So what... I mean really so what if I need to get away some times? I saw Tweed glance back at me through to rear view mirror, I had been sitting there with a scowl, started thinking of my father and Tweed had caught me mouthing words inappropriate . We where well out of town, heading for the country side. I stopped complaining and watched fields and trees and houses roll by. And started to ponder being a reformee. A prisoner for the next two years, I felt deserted. I started watching the trees and fields and houses making notice of landmarks. Maybe I could find my way out of here soon. Maybe they will never catch me. Dad couldn't keep me locked up. Besides it's not like I am some kind of criminal.
Twum poked Tweed's shoulder, and anxiously points out a convince store and mentions coffee and they pull in. Tweed gets out. Twum turns back to speak to me. "We are almost to the Reformer's home. I'll expect you to come along calmly and to not put up a fuss. You are also expected to kneel to your Reformer the very moment they receive hold of your file. And this one *rolls eyes* The one your about to serve, has had Officer Twum and I take prisoners back to the car, drive around the lot and redeliver them. Over and Over until that prisoner had a better disposition. " I did not keep from laughing. " So, what if I think that would be fun?" He smiled both humorously and simultaneously nervously. "Dear, don't make us get violent with you."
Twum rejoined us and we left. Though a long grassy drive way, over-canopied with oak tree branches, we wind. Then there is a well kept clearing of land and a majestic Tudor home, the house is dark red brick with high green shingled roofs. There are various plumes of wild flowers lining the drive, yet they not let to be wild, but in well manicured plots. I looked at the hollow of the trees behind me, and watched the light at the end of the row fade with the wind sweeping my face as I got out of the car. A rock formed in my belly, my palms sweat making my suitcase slippery. Twum set his soldier face on and again with the firm guiding hand on my shoulder. Tweed strikes the door chime, it's ring echoing into my memory.
Sounds. Hurried steps, the turn of the knob....A young girl. "Hello officers, Mistress is expecting you." "When doesn't she?" Twum snorts. The young girl, about my age I think invites us in then closes the door softly behind me. She does not look into my eyes. She goes into the living room, which is open to us in the fore room, and stands in front of a Lady seated in a Queen Anne chair. The woman tells the girl to bring us to the door frame, then she was dismissed. She pauses at the door frame on her way into the fore room and kneels briefly, then addresses us. "Mistress will have the reformee delivered to the door frame, now." Wordlessly the men firmly guide, my belly became cement.
'What the fuck is all that jazz? Oh gawd i got me some militant bitch.' I think ' Yeah that is so just what i fucking need.' I shifted my weight to my one leg, watching how ceremoniously Tweed marched in when she motioned for the file. It felt like slow motion. My belly started to conquer my rage, I was nervous.. 'i am supposed to kneel... i don't want to... screw her.... forget this.' The firm hand pressed comfortingly increasing my discomfort.
The woman now had my file, and my knees merely shivered. I kept my ground. She looked softly back down to her file and opened it briefly. Looked up at Officer Tweed and calmly stood, smiled. "Thank you officer I'll take over from here, we would not want that coffee to get cold do we?" The firm hand went limp on my shoulder. Tweed's smile straightened. "No Mistress, in this case we would defiantly not be wanting to stay for a visit." " I should say not, Tweed. Ah.. memories." She purred. " Indeed Mistress. Farewell." And the two men let themselves out. I'll guess the hollow of trees will let them pass, and someday me.
" Not Likely, Diana. I will give you to the count of one to hit the floor." In a razor's passing of time my mind was seized, violated, silent. My belly twisted sharply and my ....well i just gave up and knelt ' did she.... i mean... could she.......' She Cheshired, a hidden smirk. "Yes. That is just the position you will take every time you enter or exit any room where I am. You will also stand and kneel when I enter any room you are in. Am I understood? "yeah" "The second rule of my home is that you will address me as Master, Mistress, Madam, or Ma'am. I am Reform Master Mistress Carol Wies. Am I now understood better?" "Yes, Mistress." I chant robotic-ally. " The third rule is you will do everything I tell you to do. And I am telling you now, there is no swearing in this house." She went back to her chair.
" You may pick any room you like, but stay out of my room, it's there to the right at the top of the stairs. Please introduce yourself to Melinda, she will let you in on a few of my other to dos. You are dismissed, Diana." I let her words blare at me, a rage of resistance swells my gut as I stand white knuckling my suit case for a brief moment, and turn to the stairs. ' so this is it, huh? '
**** Melinda****
Turning back from my door I laughed, 'i have heard that speech a hundred times if i have heard it once. ' Mimicking Mistress Carol's "there are only three rules in my house...." Speech. Diana glances disgustedly at me as she passes my door. 'Yup seen that face before also' Sucking in my breath as I reflect over my years here.
I lived with Mistress Carol for three years, I got here when I was 13 on a robbery charge. But I'll be getting out in a few weeks, going back home to live with my parents again. I'll finish school, and never see this place again. When I came there where four others living here. And Mistress often takes me to Peter Gregg's Reformatory, where she is Commandant. I have heard her speech and seen that reaction enough times to know I am more than happy to be leaving. I sure do hope I can talk wisdom into Diana before they are alone. I stare up to the ceiling and pray that Carol doesn't start until I am outta here. ' i am almost free,' I explain to the ceiling, ' i have learned my lessons, i don't need a reminder course in reformation, please please. ' And I tidy my room slowly, listening for Diana to come introduce herself as she was told.
****Diana****
I sought the farthest away place in the house i could find. Away from the door frame... away from the kitchen which was also viewable form the fore room. The first floor stairs where split with part of the stair way going into hallway that was used for a pantry, that opened up into a second kitchen door frame. The kitchen was bright yellow and green. Carol's door was closed and was the first door flush right at the balcony which was open to the view of the whole living room down stairs. Off the far right end of the living room was another double door frame, that opened to view a formal dining room, decorated modestly and elegantly with forest green velvet accents and rich dark red Mahogany furniture. The ceiling to floor length curtains where only partially slit open and I didn't see much detail in the dim light.
I walked the hall, passed two bath rooms, a bed room all on my right, and then the hallway turns to the left. On the angle is an open door, decorated and i hear music from with in. The young girl, whats her face, is laying on her bed reading a book. There is a room right next to her door but I pass it also till I find the second set of stairs that lead up, to an attic loft. There are two beds with night stands in here , some dressers and armorers and two desks with lamps pens, and paper. A couple braided rugs near the beds, and a rough wooden floor. Dust in the windows.
I toss my suitcase on the bed an unpack quietly.
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