Adore Angel
Today is a good day to die
If Adella was being honest with herself, she wasn’t too sure how she felt about the New World yet. She was leaning more on the side of… distaste for the New World. To her, it was completely different from her old life in France. In France, the city was large and bustling. There were always people around, fires burning food being baked and there were always other children her age and things for her to do. Her older brothers were still in France. They didn’t decide to move to the New World with the rest of the family even though their black smithing skills could greatly improve life in the fort. The current black smith didn’t have nearly as much skill as her brothers did and they just stopped being apprentices.
Here, in the New World, everything was different. There weren’t many children in their fort, let alone other kids her age let alone her sister’s age. There were forest and green everywhere. Everyone had to work together to make sure there was food on the tables, and enough firewood to keep warm at night. Sometimes she heard whispers from the adults about attacks from the Indians. Whoever the Indians were. All she knew is she never wanted to meet one after hearing the stories told around the fires at night were any indication.
She thought after months at sea, she would finally be glad to be back on land. But, as the days dragged on, and turned into weeks and then months, and even a year, she continued to question the choices of her father. Why did he feel it was necessary to pick up their entire life and move to a completely foreign land? One that wasn’t as well established like France or England? Sure, this New World has proved itself even in its infancy, but it was far from established. Most of the land was even unexplored and still dangerous.
For some reason, she always felt that her father was running away from something. But, she never knew what that something was. And she was always too afraid to ask.
Now, a year after they moved to the New World, Adella had found at least some semblance of normal. She became reluctant friends with the local son of a scrivener who was about her age all because he had a younger brother who was the same age as Adella’s younger sister, Clara. Adella always thought her friend out of convenience was too dreamy. He never had his feet planted firmly on the ground and would always rather read a good book about dragons and princes and princesses than go to Sunday mass. He would rather listen to tales of dragon slayers than those of the bible. Adella didn’t have much in common with Jeremiah, but her father insisted that she befriend the tall, muscular son of the scrivener.
It didn’t help that both her parents, and Jeremiah’s parents always put them in charge of their younger siblings, and their younger siblings were best friends so they played together in the woods nearly every day. So Jeremiah and Adella typically saw a lot of each other.
It was another normal day. Her mother had made their usual breakfast, porridge, and of course right after breakfast, Clara demanded Adella take her out to the forest to play with young Peter, and of course her father agreed that it was a good idea for Clara and Peter to play together, like he ever thought it was a bad idea, and off they went.
Just like every other day, Peter and Jeremiah had beat Adella and Clara to their usual clearing in the woods since Clara had to stop and look at every flower or pretty budding plant or animal along the way. And like normal, Jeremiah brought a book with him that he would usually try to convince Adella to read with him. Sometimes she caved and they would read the book together while their younger siblings played, other days she would try to get Jeremiah to listen to the scripture that she would recite by memory.
Adella’s frown turned into a small smile as Clara shouted Peter’s name and rushed over to him, talking about playing Dragon and Knight with Peter where she would be the damsel in distress and Peter had to “save” her from the imaginary evil dragon.
Her attention went back to Jeremiah as Peter and Clara started to act out their little play. She has only ever been vaguely aware of how close she’s grown to Jeremiah over the year. She never thought it would happen, but she enjoyed his presence. His perspective in life was refreshing and his crazy ideas that magic existed always managed to bring a smile to her face even though she knew better. Magic doesn’t exist. And it never would
“Good morning Jeremiah,” Adella greeted, making her way over to him as she watched their siblings run away from the imaginary dragon screaming in pure joy and excitement, “What kind of book are you reading today?” she asked, pulling her green eyes away from the youngsters to try and get a peek at the title of the book he was reading.
Adella was wearing her typical brown, boring dress. The corset was restricting her normal breathing, like normal. At 16 years old, she still could not figure out why corsets were a fashion statement. To her, it was the most inconvenient garment invented other than cage skirts. Thankfully, she wasn’t wearing one of those today and went for the many other layers that were necessary of female attire. Her light brown hair lay loosely down to her waist, and even though winter was drawing near and it was becoming colder, she couldn’t feel the cold and didn’t find a need for a heavier overcoat like everyone else in the fort was beginning to wear.
Here, in the New World, everything was different. There weren’t many children in their fort, let alone other kids her age let alone her sister’s age. There were forest and green everywhere. Everyone had to work together to make sure there was food on the tables, and enough firewood to keep warm at night. Sometimes she heard whispers from the adults about attacks from the Indians. Whoever the Indians were. All she knew is she never wanted to meet one after hearing the stories told around the fires at night were any indication.
She thought after months at sea, she would finally be glad to be back on land. But, as the days dragged on, and turned into weeks and then months, and even a year, she continued to question the choices of her father. Why did he feel it was necessary to pick up their entire life and move to a completely foreign land? One that wasn’t as well established like France or England? Sure, this New World has proved itself even in its infancy, but it was far from established. Most of the land was even unexplored and still dangerous.
For some reason, she always felt that her father was running away from something. But, she never knew what that something was. And she was always too afraid to ask.
Now, a year after they moved to the New World, Adella had found at least some semblance of normal. She became reluctant friends with the local son of a scrivener who was about her age all because he had a younger brother who was the same age as Adella’s younger sister, Clara. Adella always thought her friend out of convenience was too dreamy. He never had his feet planted firmly on the ground and would always rather read a good book about dragons and princes and princesses than go to Sunday mass. He would rather listen to tales of dragon slayers than those of the bible. Adella didn’t have much in common with Jeremiah, but her father insisted that she befriend the tall, muscular son of the scrivener.
It didn’t help that both her parents, and Jeremiah’s parents always put them in charge of their younger siblings, and their younger siblings were best friends so they played together in the woods nearly every day. So Jeremiah and Adella typically saw a lot of each other.
It was another normal day. Her mother had made their usual breakfast, porridge, and of course right after breakfast, Clara demanded Adella take her out to the forest to play with young Peter, and of course her father agreed that it was a good idea for Clara and Peter to play together, like he ever thought it was a bad idea, and off they went.
Just like every other day, Peter and Jeremiah had beat Adella and Clara to their usual clearing in the woods since Clara had to stop and look at every flower or pretty budding plant or animal along the way. And like normal, Jeremiah brought a book with him that he would usually try to convince Adella to read with him. Sometimes she caved and they would read the book together while their younger siblings played, other days she would try to get Jeremiah to listen to the scripture that she would recite by memory.
Adella’s frown turned into a small smile as Clara shouted Peter’s name and rushed over to him, talking about playing Dragon and Knight with Peter where she would be the damsel in distress and Peter had to “save” her from the imaginary evil dragon.
Her attention went back to Jeremiah as Peter and Clara started to act out their little play. She has only ever been vaguely aware of how close she’s grown to Jeremiah over the year. She never thought it would happen, but she enjoyed his presence. His perspective in life was refreshing and his crazy ideas that magic existed always managed to bring a smile to her face even though she knew better. Magic doesn’t exist. And it never would
“Good morning Jeremiah,” Adella greeted, making her way over to him as she watched their siblings run away from the imaginary dragon screaming in pure joy and excitement, “What kind of book are you reading today?” she asked, pulling her green eyes away from the youngsters to try and get a peek at the title of the book he was reading.
Adella was wearing her typical brown, boring dress. The corset was restricting her normal breathing, like normal. At 16 years old, she still could not figure out why corsets were a fashion statement. To her, it was the most inconvenient garment invented other than cage skirts. Thankfully, she wasn’t wearing one of those today and went for the many other layers that were necessary of female attire. Her light brown hair lay loosely down to her waist, and even though winter was drawing near and it was becoming colder, she couldn’t feel the cold and didn’t find a need for a heavier overcoat like everyone else in the fort was beginning to wear.
