Post by ARIELLA HART WATERS on Jan 23, 2015 13:16:16 GMT
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[attr="class","mtext"]Ariella rested her head to the back of a big chair. It has been a long week and she honestly wasn’t sure on how to think of it. She met an adorable stranger and would obviously never see him again and now she was again locked up in this place. Far away from London the young woman was locked away with her family for safe keeping. Ariella disagreed fully with it and she sure wasn’t going to sit out here for the rest of the day. It all started three years ago when her family was supposed to be blown up because her meddling grandfather wanted to fight the death eaters. The old man should be happy that his heart is still working.
And so her faked everyone’s deaths by killing and burning the death eaters in their home. Ariella still couldn’t live with the idea of leaving everything behind. Her guitar, music, everything burned to ashes. As she looked over the living area of this new mansion, Ariella did not feel at home and she was positively sure that her grandfather was the bad guy in this story. Why else would the death eaters hunt them all down, one by one?
The brunette got up on her feet and stretched like a kitty cat. Time to get the hell out of here. The house was enchanted and technically didn’t exists. Why you wonder? Because it is underground. Ariella had found herself in an underground mansion somewhere in a small town in Ireland. The mansion was meant to be a hideout for the royals when war would show up in the golden ages. Ever since it has been abandoned because no one actually knows it exists. Only the finest historians know of its existence but not his location. Ariella thought it was quite clever and though she knew these mansion were around, she never thought of them being so close to home.
The entrance was through an old abandoned museum building that can’t be burned to the ground because of its historic value. Another exit and entrance is a rabbit hole. A small one and perfect for a small girl like herself. It is how she gets in and how she climbs out. Ariella didn’t have to sneak out when she had to go to work but since this is getting out because of mere boredom, the young woman used a hidden passage way to sneak out through the rabbit hole.
Getting out was pretty easy if you had magic. Ariella had a piece of wood where she could stand on and with a tiny levitation spell she levitated herself out of the mansion and into an open field. Ariella sniffed up the fresh air and enjoyed the view of Ireland in the morning. She stretched once more before kicking the plank down the hole and make her way to town. She refused to listen to some old crane who thinks he has power over her because he swore to her grandfather that he would protect her from harm.
Ariella would decide her own safety and she was sure that if she joined the death eaters she would find out how horrible her grandfather really is. Ariella just didn’t want to tell on her family. They were just too precious for that. The young woman walked on the empty streets of the small town away from the field and the house. If she could only be free.
And so her faked everyone’s deaths by killing and burning the death eaters in their home. Ariella still couldn’t live with the idea of leaving everything behind. Her guitar, music, everything burned to ashes. As she looked over the living area of this new mansion, Ariella did not feel at home and she was positively sure that her grandfather was the bad guy in this story. Why else would the death eaters hunt them all down, one by one?
The brunette got up on her feet and stretched like a kitty cat. Time to get the hell out of here. The house was enchanted and technically didn’t exists. Why you wonder? Because it is underground. Ariella had found herself in an underground mansion somewhere in a small town in Ireland. The mansion was meant to be a hideout for the royals when war would show up in the golden ages. Ever since it has been abandoned because no one actually knows it exists. Only the finest historians know of its existence but not his location. Ariella thought it was quite clever and though she knew these mansion were around, she never thought of them being so close to home.
The entrance was through an old abandoned museum building that can’t be burned to the ground because of its historic value. Another exit and entrance is a rabbit hole. A small one and perfect for a small girl like herself. It is how she gets in and how she climbs out. Ariella didn’t have to sneak out when she had to go to work but since this is getting out because of mere boredom, the young woman used a hidden passage way to sneak out through the rabbit hole.
Getting out was pretty easy if you had magic. Ariella had a piece of wood where she could stand on and with a tiny levitation spell she levitated herself out of the mansion and into an open field. Ariella sniffed up the fresh air and enjoyed the view of Ireland in the morning. She stretched once more before kicking the plank down the hole and make her way to town. She refused to listen to some old crane who thinks he has power over her because he swore to her grandfather that he would protect her from harm.
Ariella would decide her own safety and she was sure that if she joined the death eaters she would find out how horrible her grandfather really is. Ariella just didn’t want to tell on her family. They were just too precious for that. The young woman walked on the empty streets of the small town away from the field and the house. If she could only be free.
