Fan Fiction ❯ The Valley ❯ Does It Always Begin With A Dream? ( Chapter 1 )

Hi there. This is Lida. I hope that if you read this you like it and leave a review. I will try to update it if people actually read it if not I will just write it for myself. Oh well here you go while I borrow ideas from lots of things this is not based on anything other than my bored musings. Tell me what you think leave constructive critisism I want to be a better writer feel free to tell me how you feel. Well enough of me rambling enjoy... I hope.

Chapter One

Does It Always Begin With A Dream?

The girl lay motionless on the beanbag chair deep in sleep only her expression and soft cry giving away the torment she was under. Starting up with a cry and wide eyes she glanced rapidly around trying to assure herself that she was safe. Her white knuckled hand lifted from the blue bean bag chair she clutched to her face with a sigh. She brushed back her hair to try to dispel the memories of the dream which were already growing a little fuzzier. She leaned back against the bookcase staring up at the bright sunlight pouring through the brightly colored stained glass window depicting a field which was high above her leaving her sitting in a bright patch of sunlight. She glared at the sun shaking her finger in mock anger. "You were supposed to keep me awake good job you did. Now I cant finish this book in time for class." With a light smile at the sun who seemed to be trying to make up for its mistake by shining all the brighter now. She glanced down at the book lying in her lap, glad she had already read it but disappointed that she couldn't re-read it before class. " Stupid Latin class, stupid Iliad, stupid nightmares."

She shook her head once again being drawn towards remembering her dream which she absolutely refused to do. She lay back staring at the high vaulted ceiling, stone walls, high windows and bookshelves of the gigantic library of the ancient castle turned into a boarding school for incredibly rich children in need of harder and more appropriate education for children of their position. She sighed thinking about her dancing lessons later that day. Sure she had good grades but that was because the teacher never noticed her so just gave her a good grade. While an okay dancer in her mind she was always still nervous of that class because no one seemed to want to dance with her and looking at the depressed face of her unlucky partner she always felt a tear in her heart. Unlike most boarding schools this one was co-educational, the girls and boys dormitories were on other sides of the estate. The staff and parents felt it provided better opportunities for the children to meet others of the opposite gender of the same financial situation. She snorted in derision at the thought "Like we are out on a stand for sale so everyone can get a good look at us first." sighing she looked at her hands her thoughts once again shied away from thoughts of the future and moved once again to the school. Her school was a sprawling castle that had been turned into a school for children of high status over three hundred years ago. Although some things had changed such as women being allowed and computers now controlling much many things remained the same such as the rigid old fashioned teachers who she was certain some had been here since it opened. Also much of the castle and surrounding buildings were very similar to when the were built including much of the piping. Okay maybe she was exaggerating but it certainly was old and hard to get a warm shower. She smiled remembering the screams this morning from the girls showers as some idiot forgot and flushed the toilet and the water went warm to freezing in 2 seconds. Luckily she went in after the regular run of girls and salvaged what warm water she could this morning she had actually had a relatively warm shower because al the girls left in such a rush to find the culprit and daintily beat the snot out of him in a lady like manner. She wondered how anyone could fight in a uniform like theirs. Her personal belief was that the man who had designed it was a pedophile considering how short the skirts were on their traditional catholic uniforms. Her head automatically would supply what the head mistress said when she pointed out the undignified appearance " Young ladies of England have always been respected for their dignified appearance and those outfits have been worn for generations. As long as you are in England you will follow those respectable dress codes." She smiled as she remembered summarily being sent to her room. Which suited her just fine. When she had first arrived over four years ago renovation on some rooms had been going on so there had been nowhere to put her unless they put her in a suite already holding fur girls which no one took to kindly. So they had put her up in a tower which had been servants room years ago. They had told her it was temporary only for a few weeks. Four years later it was a forgotten promise no one seemed to remember and she was certainly happy where she was.

The only place she felt just at home was here in the library, which was considered odd in many ways. Usually no one liked the library, it was ancient and full of musty old tomes most said it was creepy. Students rushed in when they needed something and then were gone just as quick trying to get out as quick as possible. She, on the other hand loved to read and therefore tried to spend more time in there. The library was full of priceless scrolls and ancient items that all were ancient and one of kind therefore students were not allowed in without supervision and many areas they were not allowed in period. She was the exception to this immensely important and enforced rule. The librarian that had come only a few months after her had taken a liking to her and had told the head mistress that she needed an assistant and already had chosen one. The head mistress being desperate to keep this new librarian after losing 3 in one year alone to higher paying jobs and less musty working conditions was more than happy to oblige especially after learning that the new odd student would be kept out of her hair. In exchange for free reign of the library she helped the librarian to catalogue and look after things. She was allowed anywhere in the library even the quadranted off areas this gave her great access and she loved reading the old texts the longing to read them led her to learn more than a few languages, astounding her professors and fellow students alike who quickly forgot her again after she spoke briefly in Japanese. Shaking her head with a sigh she was drawn from her reminiscing by the clacking of heels as they drew near. She glanced up t see the librarian.

"There you are Kiya I went looking for you o make sure you got to your class on time unlike last time when you got caught up in Kim again. I had a feeling you would be here.." she said looking at Kiya's corner in the ancient language section with her bean bag chair and favorite books. Noticing Kiya's yawn as she stood she asked in a amused tone "Fell asleep again did we?". Kiya laughed "Sorry naughty Mr. Sun was so warm and just lulled me right off didn't get to finish the Iliad in Latin for Miss Prozas but I remember most of it from when I read it awhile ago. Thanks for getting me Miss Anara." Miss Anara smiled at her. Kiya watched her walk away as she began to follow studying her form. Miss Anara was short, incredibly so she stood four feet six inches without the heels she always wore bringing her to a height of 5 foot. She always wore light bright colors but always in the same design in the aspect that all she wore were skirts that dropped to the floor. It was her trademark. At this time she wore a light ping long sleeve shirt that dropped to a white flowing skirt that dropped past her shoes. Her light brown hair which Kiya dubbed a warm dark honey color was up in a bun and on her nose at light wire glasses which she used to peer at children over to make them uncomfortable. For someone with such a job she was pretty and young, only 29. Kiya loved her desperately like an older sister. Miss Anara was her best friend and the first and pretty much only person to pay attention to her in a kind way that she could remember. While Kiya considered the little Irish woman a sister they could have never passed as such. While Miss Anara was short Kiya was of good height when she stood up straight about five feet six inches. Her long braided straight black hair fell to her waist . Her face wasn't fair or tan it was middle. When she stood up straight she had a good form nothing attention calling though. Her body told you that she was athletic if her running shoes didn't. If she was to look you in the eye which was a rare to impossible thing you would have seen that her eyes had a green tint to them but the pupil was slightly elongated in a form that was reminiscent of a cats. No one looked her in the eye though. Her face was fine and sharp features that showed the thoughtfulness that comes of not having to worry about people noticing her and living in her own mind not with people. She walked with air of one distracted and not anticipating anyone caring enough to bring her back from her daydreaming.

Kiya was considered an interesting person just not enough of one to actually contemplate. Whenever they actually did it meant trouble for Kiya so she had taken a dislike to people looking at her or talking to her for more than a few seconds. The only person she trusted was Miss Anara. Kiya seemed to be in a perpetual state of boredom she was brilliant in all her subjects except math which she struggle to no end with so she was left to much time in class to daydream, think and read. Miss Anara was the only one who could draw her into reality for a long period of time and even she had a hard time of it some days.

"Kiya stop day dreaming and hurry up! You will be late for class!" Miss Anara called back to Kiya as she stood staring after her. Kiya jumped with a small smile calling out" Coming!" before following quickly picking up her book as she went Kiya sighed "Today can only get better." before hurrying up to get to class even though she could probably sneak in and not be noticed. The sun watched her go shining all the while as if laughing at something only it knew was coming.