By Kanhai Vaidya,13 years old , Aargau
The two sisters sat in a carriage hung with maroon velvet curtains and pillows. It was relatively comfortable. Rose looked at Violet, concerned.
“Great start to an adventure, isn’t it?”, Violet muttered dejectedly.
“Cheer up! It’ll get better,” Rose tried to sound more upbeat.
“What do you think they’ll do to us?” The younger sister’s voice quavered as she asked the question.
Rose forced a smile, “Honestly, don’t worry! Nothing will happen.”
In herself, Rose wasn’t feeling so sure. She pushed the curtains open. A beam of sunlight shone through, lighting up the carriage much more than the flickering lights did. The
older sister peered out and saw the most beautiful garden she had ever seen.
She gasped.
“Vi!”
Her sister looked at her.
“Look outside!”
Violet opened the curtains on her side and felt her breath catch as well.
“It’s beautiful!”
The garden was filled with flowers of all kinds, from roses to flowers of different exotic types the sisters couldn’t even name.
The two sisters started when the carriage jerked to a halt.
A deep voice resounded next to Rose, “We have arrived.”
She pushed the curtain open all the way to the end of the rail. One of the men that had led them to the carriage had spoken. Rose got a better view of him.
He was tall with sandy hair, she guessed that he was in his twenties. He wore a deep blue and silver uniform. Rose stepped out of the carriage, realizing that he, as
well as the man back in the city had spoken in English. She was closely followed by Violet, who was staring at the man curiously.
“Where are we?” She asked.
He turned around and continued walking, leaving her question unanswered. The two siblings exchanged a glance and followed him. The sight that lay before them
took their breath away once again. In front of them rose a beautiful castle, as if it had popped out of a fairytale. It was white and gold, with a huge maroon
flag waving on one of the towers. The flag had an emblem on it , which Rose presumed to be the flag of whichever place they were in.
When they both audibly gasped , Rose could have sworn she saw the man in front of them smirk. When they reached the entrance of the castle, the man
wrapped his knuckles on the mahogany door. Almost immediately , the door swung open, revealing bright , white rooms with marble flooring and pillars . The garden
was brought into the castle with green Devil’s Ivy wrapped around the pillars.
Rose turned towards the man. “So, I guess we’re going to Her Highness ?”
Her voice echoed several times in the huge room .
The man looked at her strangely .
“Indeed, we are.”
He clapped his hands, and two women entered the hall.
They wore long white gowns and each wore a flower crown which perched daintily on their heads.
“ Good Morning, Goldwynn.”
“Ferne, Cerise.” He nodded in greeting.
He conversed with them fluently in a language Rose had never heard before . It didn’t have defined words , but it all flowed together like a beautiful piece of music.
After exchanging a few words with Goldwynn, the two women mustered us , interested.
“Names?”Cerise inquired, her lilting accent still audible. It took the siblings a second to realize she was talking to them.
“Rose and Violet”, Rose answered.
Goldwynn’s eyes widened in shock , as did Cerise and Ferne’s.
“Do you think-” Cerise broke off when she got elbowed by her companion.
“Not Now”, Ferne said while staring at the two girls intently .
Goldwynn cleared his throat, still looking shaken.
“Lead them to the Grand Hall”.
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