Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Adventure

Chapter One: The Rulan House

The house of Rulan was one of the most respected family bloodlines in all of the United Kingdom. Rulan's all over the country were expected to live up to their ancestors achievements. To the public of this country, they Rulan's were seen as royalty compared to the average person. Among all of those Rulans, the richest and most adored family home belongs to the Northern Rulan's, living near the border of Scotland.

In that property, lays a beautifully designed mansion. Intricate designs covering the dark stone with markings and carvings, displaying old pictures. Pillars hold up a foundation, standing taller than all of mankind. The windows are dimmed, but designed almost as beautifully as the pillars. Through the window, on a couch colored with the most bright crimson fabric, littered with pillows and blankets of all sizes.

And laying on that couch, was a young woman, scanning her finger across a book, reading along with the words that her thin fingers brush against. This young girl goes by the name of Belle Rulan, the oldest of her one and only sibling. Belle closes her book and lays the hard cover beside her waist.

She kicks her feet over so she is sitting up on a velvety cushion. She rubs her eyes and brushes her short hair behind her ear. Belle's appearence was somewhat shabby compared to her family. Her short brown hair was cut off slightly below her shoulders, and she often wore buttoned up shirts and pants, opposing to the female Rulan tradition for wearing long flowy dresses.

Belle loved books. She read them every so often, unless she was painting her landscapes. She was rather smart, due to her book reading, but her social skills were horribly bad. Her eyes were a colour of leaves that had been burnt in a bonfire with specks of gold flickering in the sun. 

Her shoes hit the ground as she stood up onto the wooden floor. The clicking of her footsteps followed her as she strolled into the kitchen and around the library and up the twirling stairs. Walking down the hallway, passing her parents room, she turns into her bedroom and closes the door. The pastel green and brown vibe of the room is eyecatching.

Belle sat in an armchair beside a bookshelf, filled with colourful books, from red to black, and in all different sizes. She lay with her back against the back of the chair, and she closed her eyes. The infinite worlds and times of the countless books she has read filled her mind with excitement and mystery. The characters, creatures and literature passed information to this mind that sat in Belle's skull.

A loud knock is present at the door. Without notice, the brown door swings open and hits the wall on the side of it. In walks a middle-aged woman, wearing a long puffed out black dress, fit with gloves reaching her upper arms and a ring sitting on the left. Her cruel, wrinkled face stares at Belle with a look of anger sitting on her face.

"Girl! Why are you not ready? The Qweni are arriving for dinner in 10 minutes! Go put on a dress and do something about that horrid hair of yours!" She yells at a cowering Belle, who is clutching her white shirt in her clenched fists. This was Mrs. Rulan, Belle's mother by birth. Belle nodded quickly and stood from the armchair that stands in the corner of the room.

Her mother left the bedroom with a scoff of disgust, slamming the door loudly and stomping off so loudly that Arizona could hear the steps. Belle stared at the door, in pure agony and pain. The living conditions were horrible here. Belle wanted more than anything to leave this, no matter how rich she was. That is when Belle made a decision.

She was going to run away.

 Belle shakingly glided over to her dresser and pulled out a load of clothing. Anger rushing through her mind and the pain and depression caused by her parents, she proceeded to stomp over to a dufflebag, given to her by a passing veteran who was selling war artifacts from World War Three.

 She ran over to her dressed, and stuffed clothing into the green bag. Shirts, pants, socks and underwear, articles of clothing were loading into the bag until it was filled to the brim. Belle threw the bag to the window and nicked another smaller backpack, that was hanging on the closet handle by the strap. 

She grabbed the black pack, and hauled it over to her bookshelf. She grabbed 3 books at a time, loading them into the backpack, until this too was filled to the zip. Belle, who slammed the bag onto her back, sniffled back a tear and stormed towards her bedroom window. She opened the glass by a golden handle, and took one step at a time out onto the over hang. Belle sighed, as she looked down at the grass.

She took a large inhale, and leaped down onto the green plains, and turned towards the nearest village, 2 miles away from where she lived. Hesitation filled her heart. Was she ready? Will her family even notice? Then Belle stopped. She thought of when she was 5, and she accidently dropped a cup of milk on the carpet. 

The screaming she endured from her parents was life threatning. Abused and mistreated, Belle was heart broken at that, wishing that her life could be as peaceful as her sisters. Without any more doubts or regrets, Belle spun on her heel and turned for the village, ready for an adventure of a lifetime.