CHAPTER SIX

Why did she feel like that, what was it? She didn’t understand the feeling. She had never felt something like that in her life. It was a mixture of happiness and attraction. What could it be? She thought. 

She came back to life when everyone hugged her tightly. Even if she had amnesia, she would never forget this day. It was going to be the most memorable day of her life. 

Her quince-era…but she didn’t know what it meant, what it would do to her. She thought her life couldn’t get any better but it was just beginning. 

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Miles sat on the wet moss-filled chair with his hands clenched together, resting on the three-legged table that used the wall as support. There was nothing on the table except the empty bag that once had pancakes in them. Luckily they were able to get a few bites of it before Kale could devour it all. 

His knuckles had turned white from all the clenching. There was a candle placed on the tightly shut window providing light for him. 

He couldn’t sleep, but Justin and Kale were already asleep on the hard floor. The three of them were orphans. Their parents got killed by the king of their village for something they didn’t do.

Their parents were accused of stealing money but they didn’t, they were framed. The King didn’t want to kill them but the Queen made sure it was done. The Queen was evil and cruel, unlike the King that was caring and loving. 

It was like the Queen was bewitching the King because anything she commanded him to do, he would do. It was causing chaos in Uji. 

Well, that was two years ago. Ever since Justin and Kale’s parents were killed, their hearts became as hard as stone. They cared about no one but each other and Miles. They were best friends who always stuck together. 

Justin wasn't normally a mean boy but when he got angry, he could do anything. He always put on a mean act as his first impression to anyone then after, he would be nicer. Miles noticed that ever since they met Angela, Justin had been softening up gradually. It didn't come as a surprise because he knew Justin was easy to handle but Kale... 

Hunger was their greatest enemy in the story of their lives. They were deprived of the little property their parents left for them. Now they were living in a rat-infested hut. 

If rain fell it would affect them badly because there were many holes on the roof but what could they do. 

They were grateful that they at least had something over their heads and their bellies were full of the delicious pancakes the angel provided them. 

That was what he was calling her now, angel, because she so much resembled one. How could a girl be that beautiful, nice, and sweet? Even with the horrible rags she wore, she was still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. 

All he could think about was her. He was going to find her but not tonight. He was going to stay with Justin and Kale, they were all he had. The two of them were the closest thing to family to him. 

They behaved like jerks sometimes but deep inside, they had a heart, care, and love, even though it may have been buried with all the hatred they had for people but it was still there. 

Miles sighed looking out the window in front of him. It is a cold hard night. Winter was coming soon. He hated winter. It was always the hardest time of the year. 

Their hut couldn’t keep them from any cold the world threw at them. Last time Kale almost froze to death but Miles sacrificed his clothes for her. They luckily survived it but he wasn’t sure they were going to survive this one.  The Lord would keep them, he always did. He hoped they would survive this time. Hope was all he had. Hope and Hope alone. Miles thought his life was going to be a sad story but if I were you, I would tell him to bless the day he met Angela Bells…

Something woke her up. It was that same low but audible pecking sound from the window, like yesterday morning. She did not want to get up because of the amazing dream she was having but that was one of the problems she had. Once she was awake, she wouldn’t be able to sleep back again.

She groaned angrily dragging her feet to the window side. She cleared her throat seeing that same small bluebird. When she saw it at first, she thought she was in a time warp. Then she remembered her birthday. 

It was a splendid party. The last thing she remembered was lying on the sofa—unable—to move because her stomach was filled up with strawberry pancakes. She never believed she could get tired of them. Now she was in the mood for more but she ate them all up. 

Greedy me. The continuous pecking of the bird on the window made her come back to reality. She licked her teeth then decided to open the window. She opened the window gently so the bird won’t fly away again but the bird still flew away from the window. 

Why would the bird disturb her only if it would run away? She sighed wanting to turn back but she heard flapping of wings. She turned back and saw the bird on the window. 

She turned back slowly not wanting to scare the bird away. It stayed still. She smiled wanting to pet its head but it flew away, screeching in fear. She rolled her eyes and locked the windows. 

The bird took a last look at her before it flew away. Great now I have an alarm. There was something fishy about that bird but she was not excited to find that out.  

Angela shook the thought away and tried to remember why she was so angry to wake up that morning. She remembered she had a very beautiful dream. Nothing like she had experienced before. It was so amazing and comforting. 

She was in a beautiful castle where the tiles were made of gold and the walls were made of platinum. The air was lively and smelt incredibly pleasant. The feeling of the place was magical. 

Everywhere was foggy but it was possible to see clearly. 

She wore a big beautiful pink ball gown in her dream. The ball gown was not puffy but it was slim and beautiful. The designs on it were extraordinary and so beautiful that it had to be adorned by magic. 

Her hair was styled to a waterfall braids. Her hair was very long like that of Rapunzel’s. She wore a beautiful gold tiara that fitted perfectly on her head; pink gems were embedded on it. 

The sound of her shoes on the golden tiles was magical. She was going somewhere but didn’t know where. She had some cherry paste on her lips that made them red and enticing.  

She walked into a large room that seemed empty. There was no one there except some giant golden tables and diamond-made chandeliers hanged on every part of the giant room. 

The room was more of a ballroom. She looked around the place that seemed empty, but it wasn’t empty. There was someone there. He had blonde hair, a beautiful figure, and he was handsome. 

Amazing, she was charmed by his beauty. He had to be a prince. She had completely frozen. Her eyes were kept on the mystic and extremely handsome boy standing there like a statue. When she blinked she realized the boy wasn’t a statue. She saw him gesturing her to come.

She didn’t hesitate to walk over to him. The ballroom was very large. For her to walk over to him would take two minutes if she walked slowly. 

She needed to get to him fast, so she removed the shoes from her legs and ran over to him. Her gown was very heavy making it hard for her to run faster. The feeling of her feet on the gold was making her legs tingle. 

She finally got to his front. He even looked more charming than she thought. He had to be a prince but he didn’t wear a crown though his clothes were the right attires for a prince. He looked like someone she recognized. He was so familiar. 

He held her two hands drawing her closer. He was soft and gentle with her; she loved it. He buried his eyes into hers and traced his fingers around her hair. When she touched him, she felt a sensation pass through her body. 

He placed his hands around the back of her head and began to bring his lips closer to her. Were they doing it? Was it going to happen? Their lips brushed each other before she was awoken by her alarm. She sighed angrily sitting up on her bed. 

Her belly grumbled in hunger and anger. There was a war going on in her stomach. She needed food and she wasn’t sure she would be patient enough to wait for her mother to serve her as usual. She was starving. 

She looked around for something then a shiny rusted thing caught her eye. She walked over to it and picked her old clock watch. This was the only sensible property she could call property apart from the tattered clothes she was wearing.  

Though it was old, she could say it was hers. Her mother said it belonged to her husband’s mother. She gave it to her on the day of their wedding. It had been passed from one generation to another. The watch was slowly losing its value. 

She looked at the time and saw it was a bit early than when she normally woke up and it was all thanks to the annoying bird. 

Two knocks on the door drew her attention to it.  

“Come in.” She jumped into her bed like she was just waking up. 

As usual, her mother had come to serve her breakfast. She loved the way her mother treated her like a queen. They didn’t have much but they made her feel special and loved. She loved them. She wouldn’t be able to handle herself if something happened to them. 

Her mother served her some chocolate chip muffins. 

They were delicious and sweet but it was not as sweet as the dream she had. She tried sleeping to get back to her dream but it didn’t work for her.

When she woke up, she didn’t recognize the voice of the mystery boy again. Who was he? He was so charming and beautiful but she knew that face from somewhere. It was too familiar to be a hunch. 

Can’t bother about that anymore. It’s just better if she continues to eat her chocolate chip muffins. No use crying over spilt milk but something bothered her. 

Her mother didn’t give her any of her sweet greetings or nice comforting talk. All she did was serve her, greet her, and walk away. It was unlike her and the worst part was that her mother didn’t give her eye contact. 

Her mother acted like a maid that morning. She didn’t believe she hadn’t noticed that before. Something was fishy…

Angela stood up from her bed wanting to know what was going on. She got out of the bed combing her hair to get all the night knots out. She loved the way her hair was. It was very soft, long, and clean. 

Most people that had blonde hair might have traces of black in it but her hair was pure platinum blonde, not a sight of black to be seen. Touching her hair was like touching the best silk in the world. She loved her hair. It brought out the beauty of her eyes and her eyes brought out the beauty of her face and her face brought out her whole beauty. 

After combing, she covered the remaining of her muffins and walked out of her room.  

Her steps were steady and quiet. She didn’t have a reason to act sneaky but it couldn’t hurt. She walked over to her parent’s room wanting to open the door but their discussion stopped her.