Friday, December 17, 2010

Story #2 Untitled Beginning

At 5 foot 6 inches, she wasn't the tallest of women, but she wasn't the shortest either.  Her hair was long and had naturally varrying shades of blonde, brown, and red in it.  She was a little more than pleasantly plump and was incredibly beautiful, although she didn't know it.  Her name, Kairavel, was as unique as she was.

Her Mother had loved the Narnia books growing up and always thought that the name Cair Paravel was beautiful.  When Kairavel was born her Mother wanted her name to be as beautiful and as royal sounding as she felt her daughter was.  She blended the two words together and used a "K" instead of a "C", just because she thought a "K" looked prettier when written.

Now in her early twenties, Kairavel felt neither beautiful or royal.  She felt plain and rather ordinary.  Especially at this moment.  When she had left the house this morning she had felt good about herself, maybe even confident, but now, now she wasn't sure.  Her confidence was fading quickly and she was steadily becoming unsure of herself.

She stood on the front steps of an apartment building in a nicer neighborhood.  Her heart was pounding and she wasn't sure if she should push the bell or not.  As she stood having an internal conversation about what to do she didn't notice the handsome man who came up behind her.

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