The story of how my life got so upside down.

Prologue

If you couldn’t tell this is a story about me. Oh wait how rude of me not to introduce my self. My name is Isabelle, but must people just call me Belle. My parents always told me to be a good girl when I was growing up, but yet they never minded to actually define what a good girl was, so as you can predict, I got into several mishaps over the years. But I’m getting ahead of my self here. So let me start from the beginning.

I was born in this little town called Willows Burrow. It was a small quant town and our house was a good ten minutes horse ride from town. Back then we lived in a small one story house with wooden shingles on the roof and a fresh coat of yellow paint on the houses exterior. The house backed up to a small quiet forest, that in my later years I loved to explore. We had a small garden on the side of our house with a bay window inside, that on cold wintry days I would pass the time reading about knight and heroes going on adventures and exploring.

I was born on a blustery day in October long after the sun had fallen from the sky and the moon was rising from the east. They say that the moon was as bright as it could be. When the moon is shining bright it means that anything born during that time has an important destiny to fulfill.

My parents say I was a beautiful baby, but we all know how parents are biased and like I can remember. My family was pretty well of at the time I mean we’re not rich or anything but we make due with way we have. I was their first born child so keep that in mind when I tell you the things I did later. My dad was a metal worker and made may of the weapons for the knights in the surrounding towns. So as with most children I was fascinated with what my dad did. He created beautiful works of art out of a piece of metal. You could find me several times a day in my dads shop trying my best to help even though I ether couldn’t reach the tools he needed or they were to heavy for me to carry, so that will tell you how much help I truly was, but the customers though it was funny and love to see me around. Some said I reminded them of there youthful sprit and some times I would get a cookie or two just for being me. Most of the knights that came by my dads shop would give me a few pointers for building strength and some who even teach me how to hold there swords properly.

My mother would have had a cow to know her first daughter was learning her basics in sword fighting, but as the saying goes what they don’t know won’t hurt them. So needless to say my lessons with the knights were kept a secret. But I think my dad had an inkling as to I was doing all the time heading into the forest borrowing one of my dads plane swords that he had never sold and coming back sweaty. Thinking back on it I guess I wasn’t very discreet about my hobbies.

Mother soon had another child about five years after I was born. She took the liberty to make sure my little sister Alisa would take after her and do womanly things like wear dresses, which I refused to do most of the time, because how are you supposed to play kick ball with a dress on? And on top of that if I got a dress dirty she would have a cow! There was hardly a day when I came home clean; I mean it was a good day if I didn’t have a hole in my shirt coming home from a long day of play. The village boys and I would go out to the woods and play tag for hours on end. I would always find some of the best hiding places. I hollow tree was one of my favorite.

There were about five kids my age, not including me three boys and two girls. The girls were sisters and one was two years older than the other, names Veronica, she was mean to us and very snooty. She would play any game with us and tried to be a proper lady even though she was only twelve. The other was my best friend named Joanna. She was nothing like her sister, that might be a little because of my influence, but who knows to be exact. We were both the same age and share many adventures together. The boys were all friends with Joanna and I and we did almost everything together, except for my secret sword fighting lessons when the knights came into town. Oh and they didn’t help at my dads shop they helped at there own parents shops, because that was the responsibility of the children to learn there parents trade so that one day they could take over. The only dilemma for my family was the fact that my parents had no male child to hand over the metal shop to so what was my dad to do.

He didn’t like the idea of getting an apprentice and then handing the shop over to them because my family wouldn’t gain from that at all, so in the mean time my dad decided to teach me a few tricks of the trade with out my mother’s permission. Needless to say I think by then my mother had given up one me. I was the tomboy of the town. Most folks thought it was funny or cute and I would grow out of it in time, but were they wrong. Its funny how life swings you a totally different way then most people expect.

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Hope you like this story so far. I would love to here what you think or any ideas for where this story should go, I will take into consideration well writing.

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