Fanfic:The Tragic Tale of Isabella Lamoria
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This is the story of a young woman oppressed. A young lady who has survived through the worst she could imagine. Through abuse and bitterness, hatred and betrayal, by the hands of the one who gave birth to her, and the gift of life. Her perseverance and strong will the only things keeping her heart, mind and soul whole for over a decade. Scarred, yet still whole. This is the story of Isabella Lamoria, daughter of a lord's daughter.
Her mother had grown up in a life of luxury, of wealth and of ease. She knew that her appearance was something from dreams. She had beautiful bright golden hair, clear blue eyes, and a lustful figure. Complemented by long legs, and a slim waist. Life was good for her, even when her father married her off to the Lamoria family, in an attempt to create peace between the two families.
The plan worked, peace was established between the two families. And to her pleasant surprise, her husband was unable to father children. Or was unable, until around the tenth anniversary of their union. On a night blessed by a clear sky, crisp cool air and a full moon. She became pregnant with child. Her worse nightmares come true.
Throughout the pregnancy, she did all that the town healers suggested to stay in the best of health. Ate the food and drank the drinks they gave her, bathed in waters full of special herbs to protect her skin. All was going well, until she awoke one morning, ready to give birth. She felt agonizing pain. Horrible pain, as all mothers each go through when giving the gift of life. Yet she felt as if she was losing her own essence.
After a day and a night, she gave birth to a young girl, who her husband immediately fell in love with. Which caused that first spark of jealousy. Looking at herself after the healers cleaned her body, she felt resentment, at seeing her stomach scarred, ruined. After a few days of rest and recovery, she felt hatred at her daughter, for taking her ability to feel joy at anything she once held dear.
Due to her husband's wealth, they were able to hire a wet nurse. Believing it insulting for a woman of her station to feed a dirty, stinky and needy child. And were able to get the child teachers, to teach her the fundamentals of life.
After several years of distancing herself from the child, she always felt anger when her husband gathered the family together. She felt anger that her husband had found a mistress, due to her vow of celibacy. Not wanting the risk of becoming pregnant with another cursed child. Felt anger that the brat received so much love and affection from her cheating husband. So when one day, when her husband had left the family grounds for a meeting with the town mayor and elders, she ran into her daughter. The child had stolen her appealing looks too. The young girl though had long, dark red hair. Red like the blood she lost years ago. Eyes green like new leaves on a maple tree. And skin so flawless of marks. Knowing her mothers hatred of her, she went on her knees and kept quiet in her presence, hoping the older woman would walk away. Yet the woman had dark thoughts on her mind, thinking that it was an insult for the child to have perfect skin after ruining her own flawless stomach.
"You have ruined all I was child, taken all the gifts the Creator bestowed upon me at the moment of my creation."
"But I have taken nothing that you have not given me, Matron Lamoria!" The young Isabella stated. "No one stays young forever, nor do they keep their body in the prime of youth. We all age, as the fruit ripens, then seeds itself to the ground to become the ree that shelters during the storm."
"Where have you heard such ridiculous filth? Cursed child, even the words from your mouth are worthless and cursed!"
Kicking her daughter unconscious while she was on her knees. She dragged her to a dark room close by, taking out the knife she always has had hidden within her bust. Reasoning that it would protect her when the child would one day try to take her life as well as all else.
Tearing the child's dress in the front, she does something she has dreamed of for several weeks now. She scars the young girls stomach.
"Your beauty, intelligence and wisdom are an insult to my suffering! Now I make you pay the price for your perfection!"
This single act started many years of physical abuse. Hidden in the shadows, in closets. Awful acts that guaranteed the older woman's place within the Dark Ones domain. Acts that ruined her husbands business and reputation, and ruined the young girl's childhood.
To insult the woman further, the child grew to possess a brilliant mind. The youth learned to write and read quite quickly, and to know the basics of numbers quite well. On rare occasions she would sit with her father and his associates, listening to them plan on how to improve various businesses and enterprises while serving them tea. She learned basic theory from listening to them, on how to help struggling economies grow to a point where a struggling community could survive independently. Learned things that could help a person get the most out of those working under them.
The older men that were always with her father were impressed that she was humble enough to listen, to learn. To gain knowledge without showing youthful irresponsibility and ignorance that some children seem to exhibit when hearing such topics. They enjoyed the innocent questions, the quiet moments of reflection. And the thankful look in her young eyes. They respected the intelligence shining in her eyes, but worried deeply about the constant pain deeper within.
One night, signifying the fifteenth year of Lady Lamoria's ruin. The day of her husband's daughter's fifteenth birthday, she had a vision of vengeance. After the quiet supper where her husband celebrated the event, she awaited quietly until everyone retired for the night.
She then took several bottles of her husbands favored brandy, and poured them all over the stairs leading up to all the bedrooms. Soaking the worn wood with the strong smelling drink. Walking over to the still burning fire under the stone chimney, she uses the flame to light a small torch, which she then throws on to the soaked stairs. Which causes them to catch in flame.
Sitting on a chair, not far away from the stairs, she watches the house begin to burn. Watches the draped hanging on the wall catch flame, and burn to ruin. Watches carefully drawn pictures of the family crumble to ash. Then enjoys listening to the people high above the stairs begin to scream in fear and pain. Feeling relieved that they can finally suffer, as she has. Yet sill joy evades her!
Hearing a window shatter, she runs to the closest window and looks outside. Of all sights, she sees the cursed child alive! Yet she seems to have a broken leg. Hearing a crash behind her, she notices that part of the upper floor has collapsed. Sealing off the door leading out of the room. As she looks around, she feels scared, watching the house begin to collapse as it burned down. Thinking that she is cursed again, by having lived in a house made of older wood. Hearing a loud crack, she looks up to the house falling. Seeing the angle the house is falling, she feels at least relief that it would fall upon the child. Looking out towards the daughter of her husband, she hears her scream. Yet as she screamed, the impossible happened.
A very strong gush of wind blew in the houses direction from the girl, making the house collapse the other way. Her last thoughts before the burning roof collapsed on top of her, before it snuffed the life out of her. Was a prayer to the Dark One. Asking him to snuff the life of the child. Asking to make her suffer forever more, until she knew the pain deep within. To feel the hopelessness deep within her soul, tormenting her every moment of life.
After the roof collapsed, the girl saw townsfolk rushing towards the fire, with buckets of water. Feeling overwhelmed by it all, she begins to lose consciousness due to the physical, and emotional pain. Yet before all went dark, she sees a woman with the strangest eyes, dressed in a yellow dress and shawl. A woman under a night sky filled with bright stars, and a glowing full moon.
