Chapter 2
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*Ancient World*
It was a warm morning in early June.
Air was breezing making the leafs on trees and flowers on the ground dance while the birds chirping made the scene more magnificent.
Even if the weather was warm enough to make one break down in sweat there was a girl standing under the hot sun infront of a tree completely focused on the canvas in front of her and the strokes of paint she made on it with the brush in her hand.
There was no sign of even a single drop of sweat on any part of her body even under all those layers of her beautiful long frock.
Her hands moved on the canvas like soft butter spreads on Bread.
After a few final stokes she put aside the brush and stated at the canvas with a satisfactory and proud smile.
"And what do we have here?" A girl not older than her approached her and took a look at the extraordinarily piece of art in front of her
it was a painting of a tree painted at the center of the canvas. one half of the painting was painted to look like a cold winter night with no leaves on the branches of trees,while the other half had a warm summer day with leaves on the branched of tree.
but the most eye catching thing about the painting was not the beautifully blended colors nor the specific details but the 2 girls standing on both halves with their hung low.
"what were you feeling to make such a sad painting Enola Holmes?"
Grace Watson her teacher also known as her best friend asked
Enola took a glance at the painting before turning towards Grace
"Honestly i don't know! it was like my hands were moving on their own"
Enola replied honestly
Grace hummed in reply and turned towards the other students of her class and said
"The class is over. see you people next week"
That is when Enola remembered that she was in the class room along with other students.
Today task was to paint something with tree.
Enola usually is a optimistic person.
she is the sensa (master) in all type of arts and literature but as the saying goes practice makes perfect so she takes these classes.
"Enola! let's go to our favorite place!" Grace shock Enola's hand making her snap out of her thoughts
"Yes sure!" She replied and they both proceeded towards their destination.
Reaching their destination which was a famous restaurant they both took their respective seats and ordered something for themselves
While waiting for the food Grace said
"I am curious!"
"About the painting?"
Enola asked and Grace nodded
Enola sighed before speaking
"Look i don't know why or how i ended up making that painting but all i had on my mind was sadness and pain of 2 ...2 sisters being away from each other"
"That pretty deep actually" Grace complimented
Before Enola could say anything further a loud thud on their table made them both flinch.
As they moved their heads they found a man standing there with his eyes bloodshot
"Why? why did you rejected my proposal?...huhh!!! Answer me Grace Watson! isn't my love enough?"
He yelled gaining other people's attention too
Great! what a dramatic scene.
"I have every right to reject the person i don't want to marry" Grace yelled standing up staring straight into the man's eyes
"You can't reject me! i am...
" Before the man could complete his sentence Grace cut him off saying
"I don't give a f**k if you are the duke's son or the king's. i don't like you and won't marry you. now don't push me so that i end up hating you. Let's nola " Grace said and grabbed my arm and proceeded to leave but the man clearly didn't listen to Grace as he grabbed her hand and pushed her towards him forcefully
Grace started to struggle to break free.
My blood boiled in anger.
How dare he touch Grace without her permission
i walked up to the man and slapped him hard across the face gaining gasps from everyone including Grace.
The man let go of Grace hands thankfully but now walked towards me and before i knew it
a hard slap landed on my cheek causing me to loose balance and hit my head on the corner of table hard
"Enola!!!" The last thing i remember was Grace calling my name then i blacked out.
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