I was adopted. I hate the thought of it, that Ann and Tim lied to me. Saying that they were my parents, when they weren’t. So I broke my promise.
*****
“You used to be the kindest girl, Ellie, what happened?”
Silence.
“Ellie, answer me.”
Silence.
“Ellie!”
Silence.
This was my tactic. When people wanted me to answer a question, or admit to something, I would stay silent. Then after about three attempts, they give up, and leave me alone. It works every time. So, I count to three in my head, and just like that, she leaves, slamming the door behind her.
Once her footsteps had faded down the hallway, I shuffled around to face the window. I pressed on the slab of wood underneath the windowsill, a drawer comes out, inside are photographs, newspaper clippings, letters, and an old, rusted heart locket. They’re evidence, things that might help me find my real parents. Not my fake parents. Not Ann and Tim, who both are sleeping happily in their graves thinking that I still don’t know.
I lay out the contents of the drawer on my bed. I opened one of the envelopes, it contained 5 photographs, all taken about 10 years ago, the mum suspects. I pick up the first one, Brianna Reid, who went missing 9 years ago. I stare at the photograph, nothing about her looks like me, she just feels so familiar.
“SUPPER TIME!”
*****
I have no friends. I sit alone. I know I don’t deserve friends. And those who have been friendly to me, I’ve treated like dirt. I’m fine though. I have my siblings. They always talk about their friends, and that’s the closest thing I’ve had to experiencing real friendship.
But they never arrived at the table today. I sat alone. Feeling truly left out. Even my own family hate me. Well, I guess they’re not my family, but they were lied to as well, so, to me they are. Well, they were.
*****
That night, my eldest “sister” Kate, came to my room.
“Ellie?”
I stay silent.
“Fine. If this is what you want. To be rude to your family, as well as everyone else.”
“You’re not my family!” I shout.
Kate stares at me in utter disgust, “Wow. You know you are a truly horrid person. This is why we didn’t sit with you at dinner, you don’t even care what we talk about. You just sit there. Doing nothing. Everyone in this orphanage hates you, you are the most unlikable person I know. Goodnight.”
She leaves. I’ve had the same “conversation” with almost everyone who lives here. I’m used to it. And I don’t really care.
*****
I take that back, I do care. Every time someone comes to tell be that they hate me, I go. To the attic, where no one will find me.
So once the lights are turned out in the hallway, I open the door. Check for carers, then tiptoe down until I reach the door that says, STAFF ONLY, ORPHANS NEED PERMISSION TO ENTER. I take a bobby pin out of my hair and stab it into the keyhole. I move the bobby pin around until I hear a click. The door swings open and I walk in, silently closing it behind me. I run up the stairs and walk towards my corner, the one I curl up and cry in. But something else has taken up my spot. A mirror, shining bright and silver, lighting up the room with its luminescent glow. I walk towards it, it was beautiful. Intricate designs were carved into the golden frame. My arm instinctively reaches out, the silver glass moves as I touch it, it’s cold, like water with ice in it.
Then, as if something has grabbed the hand touching the mirror, I am pulled. “Let go of me!” I shout, “Do you know who I am, I can make your life miserable!” Creeeeaaaakkkk. I curse under my breath; the carers must have heard my shouts. Distracted by the ever-approaching footsteps, I stop pulling away from the mirror, and I am dragged through.
*****
Everything disappeared, I was aware of the room around me, I just couldn’t see it. The only visible thing was the darkness that hung around me like a bad smell. That’s when I saw it, tiny speckles of pollen, I shuffled backwards. But nothing I could do would make the pollen go away. I inhaled breathing in the tiny pollen speckles, my nose began to itch, then … I sneezed.
The darkness around me abruptly vanished, I was in the attic room again, or was I. I peeked through the crack in the wall, outside was a beautiful meadow, with a variety of small flowers. I reached out to touch one, my hand the size of a small stone compared to the flower, I pulled my hand back in shock. “WHAT!!!!!!!!”
“Shush”
I turned around. The boxes in the attic room were glaring at me. I glared right back, that usually makes them leave. But it didn’t. They continued glaring with their oversized cartoon eyes. So, I continued glaring.
Then someone screamed in my ear. And I turned round, “SHUT UP!!!!!” Then I realised the scream came from the 5 rats I’d seen in the attic room, except these ones had wings and were screaming …. Um, I mean, singing …... Opera.
I blocked my ears and closed my eyes and tried to wake up. But I couldn’t, because this was real, I could never wake up from this.
“Uh hum. Are you Mistress Eleanor Wattle of the Muttleberry Orphanage?” A strongly accented voice spoke. I looked up to see one of the boxes standing in front of me, holding a scroll of glowing paper. But unlike the other boxes, this one was wearing a navy-blue uniform and a captain’s hat, on the right pocket of the box’s jacket was a golden thread reading the letters:
R.G.A.M.O.T.E
“What’s rgamote?” I say, ignoring the question the box had just asked.
The line on it’s face bent to create a smile; it was obviously proud of whatever R.G.A.M.O.T.E.
“Royal Guard and Messenger of the Empress”
I nodded. I really didn’t care.
“Um.” The box said, interrupting my thoughts, “Your Mistress Eleanor Wattle, right?”
I shook my head, “No, I am just Eleanor Harris. Not a mistress, and my last name is not Wattle.”
“Alright. Well, I’ll still have to take you to the Empress, because if you’re not Mistress Eleanor Wattle, then you’re an intruder, and those are forbidden.” The box turned and began walking, then turned around when it realised, I wasn’t following. “Why aren’t you coming?”
I glared at it, “I’m not going anywhere with a talking box.”
“Suit yourself,” The box said, “But if we don’t confirm that you are Mistress Eleanor Wattle within the next hour, then you will die, so if you want a chance at living, you must follow me.”
I told myself he was lying, but from what I’d seen so far, it could be true. So, I stood up and followed the box. We walked towards a corner in the room where there were millions of tiny class bottles of a sparkling powder. Then he began searching through them all, making no noise at all, everything around was silent, the rats had stopped singing opera, and the boxes had stopped chatting. “Um, Mr Box?”
“Shhhhh. They’ll here you.”
I stopped, wondering why I wasn’t allowed to talk. So, I stayed silent. Plus, I had nothing to say.
Then the box handed me one of the glass bottles and whispered in my ear, “pour it in your hands.” So, I did. “Now rub your hands together.” So, I did. “Now sprinkle it on the ground around you.” So, I did.
The glittery powder floated up creating a barrier around me, then dropped back down. I looked around. I was in a hallway, the walls, floor and ceiling were covered in a royal blue velvet, lined with gold. I looked up and down the hallway, it seemed endless. And I couldn’t see the box. I panicked, I had no idea where I was and how to get back to the familiarity of the dark attic room back at the orphanage. Pop!
I turn to see the box in the navy-blue uniform appear a few metres away from me. “Sorry about that, Mistress Wattle. Now, lets get going, we’ve already wasted half an hour.”
“Harris, not Wattle, Harris.” I said sternly.
The box ignored me. I began walking down the endless hallway. After walking for about 20 minutes, I got tired of the silence. “I like your moustache.” I say, completely regretting it. I don’t give compliments. I hope that the box didn’t hear me.
The box turned to face me, eyes gleaming with happiness, “Why, thank you, it’s just started growing.”
I smile. Why did I every bother breaking the silence.
“Here we are.” The said, stopping in front of a door with the words:
Royal Greeting/Meeting Room
Writing in golden letters.
The box reaches into its back pocket go pull out a ring of keys. All of them different shapes and sizes. The box flicks through the keys until it picks out a blue key that was shaped like a crown. The box puts the key in the oddly shaped keyhole and opens the door.
The room was draped in red velvet, in one corner of the room there was a table with tea and cookies on it. In the middle of the room was a throne, tall, with red and yellow jewels sewn into the edges. On the other side of the room was a woman. She was dressed in a long velvety gown with long sleeves and a cape, she was staring out the small window.
“Your majesty?” The box spoke.
The woman turned to face us. Her smile gleamed, lighting up the room. “Hello?”
The box bowed down and then glanced at me, so I bowed as well. “This girl came into our world today, she claims that she is Eleanor Harris, not Mistress Eleanor Wattle.”
The woman turned to face me, I glared at her. “I understand. Come here child.”
I didn’t want to, but I did. I walked up to her, she held up my hand a traced a symbol on in with her fingers, sparks flickered, and I stepped back abruptly. The woman turned to the box, “It’s the right girl.”
Then she turned to me, “Now, child, you have been brought here to help us.”
“I’m not helping you!” I shouted.
“We’ll see.” The woman said, sitting down on her thrown, “There is a darkness, at random points in the day it begins to control the citizens of the Empire. The darkness uses them, to find information, about the whereabouts of the castle, so that it can come and destroy The Heart and take away all the joy and happiness in the world, both mine and yours. Your job is to find the bearer of darkness and stop them from making the world miserable.”
I scowled, “Why would I ever help you?”
The woman smiled, “Because I am Empress Liliana June, and I know all the secrets of the universe, including who your birth mother is.”
I froze. I stared straight into the shimmering eyes of the Empress, they twinkled in the light from the chandelier, she wasn’t lying. I nearly burst inside; this woman new who my mother was. But I said nothing. I wasn’t going to risk my life just to find out who’s child I am, even if I’ve been searching for 4 whole years for the answer, I don’t care.
*******
We wait almost a whole hour before the uniformed box spoke up, “The sun is setting.”
I glanced out the window. The sun was orange on the horizon, like the yolk of an egg, only half of it was visible. It was beautiful, the fluffy clouds the colour of the bubble gum I stuck in the Flora’s hair when I was eight. She hasn’t spoken to me since. I don’t care.
Suddenly the light from the room vanishes, the Empress rushes to close the curtains, she whispers under her breath and the candles on the chandelier went out.
I screamed. Normally if I do that, Kate will come and get me what I need. But Kate wasn’t here, she was in a different world. The normal one.
“You must leave now.” The Empress’s soft voice whispered urgently in my ear. Then something heavy is placed in my hand. My heart is beating rapidly. But I do as she says, I walk towards the
doors. They open as soon as I get close, revealing a grassy plain, shadowed by the clouds covering the moon.
Suddenly the doors slam behind me. I’m alone, in the dark. In a magical world where anything could happen. And for the first time in my life, I was scared.
Then I looked down and saw the heavy thing that the Empress had put in my hand right before I was pushed outside. It was a necklace, with a small golden key that shone in the night. I put it in the pocket of my pants.
Then I walk towards the woods that lay ahead.
As I grew nearer to the trees, I noticed that they all seemed to shine different colours. Or maybe they were just normal green trees, and I was just tired. Yeah, that was probably it.
I sat down, the soft grass tickled my feet, then I lay back, looking up at the stars in the night sky. They all sparkled like diamonds, all of them a different shade of pink. Then a shining light suddenly pierced through the night. The clouds covering it had moved to reveal the bright full moon. It lit up the whole grassy plain. And the eyes of the creature looming over me.
I screamed. But nothing happened, no one came to rescue me. I was alone. In a world that wasn’t mine. Completely alone.
The creature growled, its saliva dripping down on to my face. I jumped to my feet, accidentally head butting the creature. Now that I was standing, I noticed how big it was. I am quite short, and the creature that stood before me reached just below my shoulders. I took a step backwards. The creatures round yellow eyes followed me. Then it pounced, the white speckles on its midnight fur shimmering as it flew through the air, straight at me. But I couldn’t move.
Then the creature stumbled backwards, confusion in its eyes, they matched the confusion in mine. The creature lunged at me again, and again it fell back onto the grass. Then I noticed a light coming from my left pocket. I reached in and pulled out the golden key, it was glowing. I whispered a silent thankyou to the Empress, then looked up at the creature. It looked like a lynx.
I smiled. Then I noticed the chain around its neck. It looked too tight. Then I hear the lynx whimper. It’s hurt. I approach it slowly, then kneel down infront of it. Then I hold the golden key up to it. The metal burns away. The lynx’s eyes changed from a yellowy-white to orange. Then a piece of paper appeared where the burnt chain used to lay. I picked it, it was a map. And now I wasn’t lost.
I stand up and head into the woods.
*******
After a while of walking, I come across a river, running through the woods. It’s waters sparkling in the light of the moon, the colour of the endless galaxies they lay beyond. I watched as a leaf fell from the tree above and landed on the river, suddenly the river erupted, swallowing the leaf. I stared shock. This wasn’t on the map.
I look down at my pocket, where the golden key necklace lay. No, it wouldn’t help. Would it?
I looked behind and plucked a large leaf from a tree. The leaf wasn’t green like the ones back at home, it was the colour of lavender, my favourite plant. The plant I through into people’s hair when they weren’t looking, so that it would stay there forever, until shower day.
I place the leaf on the ground and put the golden key on top of it, then I lifted it up carefully and put in on the rough waters of the river. Then I waited.
It had been 30 seconds, and nothing had happened, the leaf was not taken. I reached out to grab the locket when suddenly the strongest gust of wind hit me, and I was pushed into the water. I panicked, I can’t swim, especially in the kind of water. I was going to die.
*******
I was in a room. A plain grey room, just like the one that I had back at the orphanage. Someone was sitting on the bed. They had short brown hair, they were wearing the orphanage uniform, like the one I am wearing now. They are crying, tears rolling down their cheeks. I looked around. I notice a plant sitting on the windowsill, it was Lavender. The same plant that lay on the windowsill in Kate’s room. “Kate?” I speak. The girl looks up, eyes scanning the room. That’s when I realised what I’d done. That I had hurt her. Stabbed a dagger into her heart. Suddenly the room begins to fade, “I’m sorry.”
*******
I open my eyes, I’m back in the forest, at least I think I am. A darkness surrounds me, like a black cloud that is wrapped around me like a blanket. I squint hard, trying to see clearer, but it didn’t help. Until I saw the silhouette of something. I stand, and shakily walk towards it. The darkness pushing down on my shoulders didn’t stop me.
As I grew nearer, the shape became a child, about the age I was when we were taken to the orphanage. “Hello?” The child looks up, I see fear in their eyes.
I kneel down, and the darkness lets go of my shoulders. “My name’s Ellie.”
The child nods. “I’m Charlotte.”
I smile, and wonder, how could a child this small and this innocent could create such havoc, that endangered a whole world. I reach out my hand, “Why did you do this?”
Charlotte grabs my hand with hers, they are soft like silk, “They lied to me, they told me I was safe, they told me I would be treated like I belonged. But I wasn’t, they all stared. They told me they were my family; they weren’t.”
That’s when I realise this child, Charlotte, is me. “I understand.” Then I let go of her hand and hold out my arms. Charlotte steps forward and I wrap her up in a hug. And slowly the darkness around us, and the forest comes back to view.
*******
I took Charlotte back to the grassy plain and gave her to the Midnight Lynx, I thought the lynx would take better care of her than the people who live in this world. “Goodbye, Ellie.”
*******
“We are so very grateful.” The Empress smiled down at me.
And for the first time in my life, I felt happy that I did something for someone.
As I left the room, and walked down the hallway, all the boxes, dipped their heads and shook my hand.
Some of the young ones wrapped their arms around me and wouldn’t let go.
I felt terrible when I had to pull them off. I had to run fast so that I could catch up with the box that had taken me here.
We walked a while until we arrived at a bright red door, “I hope we meet again. And I’m sorry The Empress lied so you would help. I’m sorry she didn’t know who your mother is.”
I smile, bending down to give him a hug. “That’s ok. I don’t need to know.” Then I opened the door and left the strange world behind.
*******
As soon as I left the attic I ran to Kate’s room. I hoped with all my might that she was still there, that no time had passed since the vision I had in the forest. As I grew nearer, I saw Kate closing the door. “Kate!”
Her head turned abruptly. “Ellie?” I hear her say, her voice silent with a hint of confusion hanging on her words. I run towards her and wrap my arms around her, “I’m sorry.” I say, tears flooding my eyes.
“I forgive you.” Kate’s voice quivering in the air around us.
*******
I didn’t sit with my siblings today at lunch. I sat somewhere else. At a table with a girl named Kitty.
“Wait.” Kitty says, “You’re saying that you saved a whole world from a darkness, that was just a little girl.”
“Yup.”
“Can you take me there?”
ONE YEAR LATER … (to understand the epilogue, you need to read my story from term 3 last year)
“Eleanor! Someone’s here to see you!”
I walk down to the dining hall. A girl stands in the middle of the room. Tears streaming down her eyes. I don’t know what’s happened, but I give her a hug.
“I’m Olive. I’m the witch who sent your friend to find my sister.”
I stared in confusion. Kitty hadn’t mentioned this. But I hadn’t seen her in a week, so.
“She found her.”
I smiled. “Oh, that’s good.”
Olive’s voice cracked. “They died.”
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