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Okay soooooo, before I get started on my story which I have been working on for almost three weeks now, I'm sure you're wondering why I have suddenly changed my blog name and address. This is simply because I grew tired of fairy tales....... well no, actually that's a lie, no, a surface-half-truth which means it's only half a lie..... OKAY, (sorry) Just to remind myself I'm NOT here to blog about the reason behind the name change or my sore throat or the holes in the ceiling of my room or why I had temporarily abandoned my blog for so long or YOU-KNOW-WHO or my hair blahblahblah etc. If you wanna know about all that, sorry but you'll just have to wait for my next update post (I know it's annoying but please bare with me ;) but for now, you'll just have to buy the excuse that I've been away working on my story and just being plain lazy

Just fyi, I changed the first chapter of the story almost 80% so I hope you don't mind hehehe ^^|||

Please DO read it ;3

  

With heavy apologies and all sincerity,

Rayne

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Chapter One

Let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time, (well not that long ago actually) there lived a girl named Rayne. Not to be too direct, but she was kind of, born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She lived with her parents, butler and five maids in a huge house in the woods. They were all really close and true to one another. The house was believed to have been abandoned by dukes and duchesses of the Victorian ages. No one actually knows why it was abandoned. It was probably a few decades later that the Candaile family found it neglected coincidentally when they were looking for a new place to stay. A few maintenance touch-ups and a huge thousand-acre deal with the government later, the once resplendent Victorian-style manor was once more presentable and then also became a home for a family for generations even until the modern era just as it deserved to be.

At night, a seven-year-old Rayne would wonder out into the moonlight-elevated Victorian-style garden and pretend that she was a princess of the olden times, just like in all the classic fables her mother used to tell her. There were even nights that were so enchanting and fairy tale-like that made some scenes almost believable. Nights like these, the little girl would fall asleep under the complimenting radiance of the moonlight and the stars that sparkle against a misty, sometimes clear night sky. Comfortable and surrounded by tall hedges of red and white roses, she would then be lullabied to sleep by the sound of water trickling down the ever-magnificent eight-foot tall fountain that stood at par with the hedges at the center of  the garden. She would often dream of what many would call, magic. 

Rayne never left her family's acreage. Sometimes, when she got bored of TV or reading or playing in the garden, she would wonder off into the woods nearby and explore the plants, the trees, the rocks and even the earth beneath her feet. Sometimes when it was raining, she would sit gloomily right in the center of the vintage living room couch facing the television, aching to go outside. Her feet were always longing for the feel of the earth beneath her soles, her ears missing the sound of her own feet running on twigs and dry leaves. Knowing that it upset her mother when she went out barefoot, she would wear her shoes and walk until she stood directly in front of the garden gates, with the best view of the long picturesque large oak tree lined driveway, and leave her shoes there as she wandered out of the garden. She would also remember to rinse her feet by the tap outside before she came inside as established by Mom, "Muddy feet means grounded for a month young lady! Appreciate what Clara does to keep the marble floors clean once in a while!"

It was amazing how she never got lost in the acres of forest that surrounded the chateau. Mom and Dad had constantly worried about her spending too much time in the woods although the only ever real danger was getting lost, because the land was secure of wild beasts for centuries and too far out in the countryside for any psycho trespassing kidnappers. They stopped worrying after she had returned before dark every time. Their anxiety wasn't for nothing though, getting lost in the woods could take days before getting found in six thousand acres of unexplored premises. 

Not that Mom and Dad and the rest didn't want to explore the scenic sanctuary that was right at their doorstep by privilege, it's just that Dad was an otolaryngologist (ENT specialist) - the only one available at a town near by - that made him incredibly busy on some days. And Mom was an interior designer well known for her work in the same town. And with the increasing number of new neighbors in town, that made them both equally busy. Butler Marcel was, well, being a butler while the masters were out. And Clara, Paige, Mila, Dawn and Agnus were either doing their chores or talking about their never changing 'hot' topic - Marcel. Yes, he was a young good-looking, good-hearted as well as gentle butler. A dream butler if being true to a hundred percent. All the maids secretly have crushes on him but everyone knows about everything so, yeah, so much for being cryptic about your feelings. With everyone busy with their own lives, thus, leaving Rayne the only person to explore the entire estate. 

She spent 85% of her young life outdoors exploring every speck of beauty nature could offer her but she still hasn't been able to map down two thirds of her family's land. Everything outdoors amused her. She recorded her usual path through the forest in her mind every single time she threaded through it, making new editions each time. Her favorites were always in the spring when she could spot a brand new birds' nest or maybe even with a little luck, witness the eggs hatching. Every tiny detail amused her. It was her red-letter day when Mom bought her her first ten megapixel digital camera. Then she would be able to capture the morning dew on a spider's web like she always wanted to. Although everything was always above satisfactory, she always felt as though she had missed something. It's a feeling like sometimes, after you've achieved a goal, the satisfaction wares off too quickly and you get an instant of soberness, an overpowering emptiness that leaves you thinking, "Hmm.... there's something missing." It's also like the feeling a detective gets after he's solved a case and the bad guy's in jail. Like maybe he's mislead or is missing out on the full truth, the big clue right in front of him but camouflaged so skillfully that he cannot see it.  A vague, incomplete feeling.

Her childhood days were fun and relaxed, but when summer after year four came around, things began to change. Rayne knew that it was only a matter of two more years before she entered pre-teen hood. Rayne had attended home school until she was twelve. Some of the best private tutors came in and out of the study room in the library teaching her all she needed to know in primary school. They all seemed to say the same thing - that she seemed to learn stuff faster than anyone her age should. 

For middle school and high school, Rayne stopped homeschooling and went to public schools in town. She herself realized that she was way ahead of the syllabus but made no complaints. Her parents had insisted on her to attend a private school but she refused simply because she didn't like uniforms. Two words. Bad choice. Although it was highly likely or more so predetermined that she would have a fitting-in problem in a huge public school because of her wealth and talent and the thing with humans called jealousy, she was also partly to blame for it. Ever heard of a bragging problem? Yeah. The worst part was she wasn't conscious of it. But of course, no matter how much of an outcast you are  you'll always have friendly acquaintances. Beryl Sachar befriended her in year seven, but her emerald-green eyes weren't always of an appealing shade. The Sachars were a family of six plus two parents and weren't that well off. And sometimes Rayne seriously does go off the board about her bragging. This made Beryl obviously envious of her. The only thing that united the two into companionship was their love for reading and writing fiction, and something else.....

Sounds pretty normal so far right? For the pre-teen hood of a healthy wealthy girl. But I'm sure it already flashes the hint - prepare for a twist in the story.

My name is Ally. Short for Allyson Rayne Candaile. When I was a kid people - everyone in the house that is -  my tutors, Mom, Dad, Clara, Paige, Marcel... - used to call me Rayne, but when I started secondary school, people called me by my first name. I am the only child of Marie-Anne and George Candaile. I live in the far English countryside in a mansion called Candaile Manor. I am not local though, or at least I think I'm not. In fact I look kind of Asian, I don't know, it's weird, I'm weird. 

You know what's really ironic? Just when I started to complain about my life being plain and boring, as if on auto voice-command, it just started to get more interesting. Complicatedly interesting...

Well, almost in contrary with all I had just summed up, this is now the story of a girl who before had once never known of her incredible heritage until one seemingly ordinary day...if I'm not mistaken it all began just before noon.........




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There you have it :) Just as I promised. I changed e v e r y t h i n g didn't I hehehe ;P Even added pics to guide your imagination xDD

Soooooo........ hope you liked it! ;)

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