Welcome To Storytime Thursdays!

you have to say it in your crabstickz voice. if you don't have one then get one. so i don't know if this will actually be a thing (probably not) but for this thursday anyway you get a story. that being said you should know that it's the beginning of a story not a whole one. i'm thinking if i keep writing it i'll post it on thursdays or otherwise post some other story or part a story if i haven't written more. i wrote this awhile ago but anywho here we go.

And so it begins. The reign of Sir Matthius Sinclair. We had been waiting for this for who knows how long. This was exactly what our kingdom needed. No more unseen attacks and houses setting fire. This was going to be the start of something better. We were all sure of it. That is of course until we saw the truth. Me and my friends saw it before everyone else did. They didn’t want to see the truth. They wanted to see the great play he was putting on and believe what he was saying. But I believe somewhere deep down they knew it was a lie. They knew it would all go horribly wrong but they didn’t know what to do about it.

I first saw it when he was on the throne and he was looking anxiously around until a man came up to him. When the man left he smiled an evil smile. The others believed it to be a smile of caring and compassion but I saw it for what it really was. I saw his eyes light up like there was something he knew that no one else did. From that moment I had to find out what it was that he wasn’t telling us. I didn’t mention it at first because if there was something going on, I didn’t want him to know I was trying to figure it out and the more people I told, the more likely something would slip. I tried to figure it out on my own by asking around about him and finding out what people thought of him. No one said a bad thing about him whether it was because they were afraid to or because they had been brainwashed by his charm, I’m not sure.

I had heard from my mother that long ago he would hang people for bringing him the wrong kind of tea or lock them up for asking him to give their family a cow or a pig. I’m not sure if she said that because she hated him or if it was true, but I know that if Mama didn’t like someone there was a good reason for it. This could be why I saw it so early. Maybe I was looking for something wrong with him without even realizing it. She was right of course but no one else seemed to be as good at judging character as she was. Every night when I came home for supper I could hear her muttering to herself about how he was nothing but trouble as she stirred the soup. I tried to ask her once why she hated him so but she would only shake her head and say that it would be seen in time. I was determined to make that time as soon as possible.

When I didn’t get anywhere asking people I admitted my thoughts to my friends. They thought it was ridiculous at first but soon they too saw the evil in his face. We all had our ways of getting information so we decided it would be best to split up and in a week we would tell about what we discovered. I worked longer days that week so I could hear the gossip of the maids. No one ever suspected that the maids were listening so people would admit secrets and say things they wouldn’t have otherwise while the maids cleaned in the background. As long as you stayed on the maids’ good side you could hear the gossip and not get gossiped about. So I stayed after my duty and offered to help them in exchange for information about Sir Matthius.

The maid I knew, Marinda, didn’t know anything but she said the maids from the castle would know and she would ask them tonight at their bunks. All the maids in the kingdom who are too old to live in their parents’ houses anymore and are not married stay in a building at the edge of town where they are fed and can sleep. They were not allowed to stay there during the day because they were supposed to find other work when they were not on duty. I had never been in this building but I had seen it. The maids say it is a terrible place which is why all of them are desperate to get married so they can leave it. I will have to go there in two years when I turn 18 but mama says that I am too pretty to be left alone until then. I’m not sure about that but I know Mama will watch out for me.

 
i know it's kinda long but i wanted to post all that i've written so far.
 
story teller,
Jennifer the Coolio