Whatever Remains by T. Richardosn (beautiful books to read .TXT) 📕
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Orphelia is mute. She cannot speak and is ignored because of this basic disability. Since she cannot do the things she wishes due to her disability, she dances most often. Readying for a recital, she meets Glytherin, her partner who spends time to read the words she writes on paper, and that leads her to allowing him to show her into a new world; a new realm. She regains her ability to hear, but faces different problems. She's told she's a fairy by Glytherin's forceful fiance, the princess, Lindsay who once upon a time, had stolen her face. Now since Orphelia has entered this realm, unwanted by Lindsay, or her mother the Queen, she must sacrifice herself as a warrior in an upcoming war. For the smallest hints along the way, she memorizes her passed-away-mother who left her little poems to show her along.
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over with, I had my teeth brushed for me and red lipstick plastered all over my lips. That’s when another argument began and they left my lips no color at all.
The next place I went to was to do my hair. I had a bunch of different ingredients put in from left to right. My hair was straightened and then curled against my back still looking long. They put short bangs in front of me that rested near my eyebrows but then was pinned to the side. Accessories were then put on and when the job was done, someone immediately questioned it.
“Do you think…”
“No it’ll be fine.”
“She doesn’t look like a fairy,”
“More like an angel. I think we’ve done a nice job. Rigor said she had to look better than anyone there. Isn’t it weird that she doesn’t look much different though? I may've over exaggerated on the angel thing.”
“Should we add more makeup?” Mattie asked. “I didn’t want to add too much make up, mascara and eye shadow was all I put. Should I put more?”
“I think it’s better off if we actually took it off.”
“I think all we needed was the hair to be done and the dress and we would’ve been fine. Her eyelashes were already black, I couldn’t do much of anything.” Shell announced. “Listen, we’re a couple of minutes late. Some orders from Rigor were that we cannot let the queen, princess or her fiancé see her, or all of them will be upset.”
I felt like I was going to throw up. “I can’t do this.” I announced. “This is too much for me. I am supposed to be the maid of honor. I’m supposed to be helping out. Let me go look in the mirror.”
“Wait!” A woman yelled. “Rigor said you weren’t aloud to see yourself!”
I questioned a look on her now. “Rigor’s an idiot.” I said to her feeling shame in my voice. “How would any of you think you’d get away with that? What if you guys made me unbelievably ugly. What if there was something I didn’t like about it? What if you guys cast a spell on me to look really pretty? I need to know these things right now. I don’t want anyone’s wedding day ruined. I’d feel too bad.” I went over to the mirror now but a hand pulled me back.
“We’re late!” The man yelled. Now, he pulled me forcefully into a black SUV. He watched me as he walked. He yelled again. “One foot in front of the other! Where were you born? In Texas!?” That was extremely offensive. I believe I was born somewhere around here. If only I knew where. I was loaded into the back of the van and was squished with five people in a seat.
Why did Rigor send so many people? To make millions of suggestions? All of a sudden, people began touching my ears. “What are these holes?” they asked. I felt my ears as well to see what they were talking about.
“They’re called piercings.” I corrected her annoyed.
She felt my ears again. “Oh, I’m not aloud to get mine till I’m fifty.” I looked at her strangely. How long did some people expect to live?
“How old are you?” I asked. She let go of my ears now rubbing the texture in her hands. Why was she doing that?
“I’m forty-nine now. I’ll be getting mine soon.” I nodded. The woman looked so young though.
“Why is Rigor doing this?” Mattie asked. “Why does he want you to come to a wedding dressed this way?”
“Why is it inappropriate?” I asked suddenly alarmed. The woman shook her head. “Then what do you mean, like that?” I asked her.
She shook her head. “Why was he so desperate for us to get our hands on you?” I thought about it for a moment. I hadn’t known why either. He didn’t even tell me about this. All he said is that he wanted to make more than the audiences envy me. What if I was disguised as a different person? What if he’d make what look in the mirror look like me and the real person I looked like wasn’t shown to my own self? That would be so confusing. Will I ever change back?
“I don’t know,” I finally answered. “He didn’t even tell me about you all coming here.”
“Well, he told us,” said a woman with a badge on saying Maria. They all had wonderful Spanish accents that reminded me of a Spanish tango. They seemed capable to be those kinds of woman. If you put all of them in a salsa dress, they’d all look dazzling.
Some didn’t look a day over twenty-one. What were they anyway that made them age so slowly?
“Witches,” a woman said answering.
Oh my goodness! They were all reading my thoughts. Have they been reading my thoughts the whole entire time?
“It’s your glow,” she said. “You’re not sweating but you glow brilliantly. Do you know the color? It’s actually a faint colorless glow to you. It’s really pretty. But we were reading your mind, the glow doesn’t tell everything. Although, you may want to stop it. It’s a bit confusing when people ask the same questions, ‘Why the heck are you glowing honey?’ It’d be kind of embarrassing if you ask me.”
“How do I stop it then?” I asked. The woman looked serious.
“Kill yourself!” she yelled. The whole van busted out laughing. “Sorry,” she said now. “You can actually just block your mind. I can give you a potion to stop it, although it does have a few side effects.”
The woman took a small bottle. “Side effects?” I asked. She looked at me steadily as if I weren’t someone nice. I could guess I wasn’t.
“Dying.” She said. The whole van laughed again. I didn’t smile and I didn’t put on a serious face, just looked at her steadily waiting for another answer. “It’s just very spicy, your tongue can be burnt is all, and it’s kind of like potion remover potion.” I nodded. Last time I’d tasted that, which was at Glytherin’s house, his mother and father’s house actually, when Elizabeth, his grandmother, had me taste potions. I nodded.
She gave me the bottle that actually stung in my hands. Did she carry this around with her? I opened the cap and took a drink. The liquid burned my throat. I took a few deep breaths and then I felt it and screamed.
Now, we were parked in front of the castle where everything seemed low. It was only nine o’clock now and I was being released, finally.
“Let me call Rigor up,” said the guy. He picked up a cell phone and began calling. The whole city or town was empty. What about the castle? Was that empty too? I hoped so. I hoped it was empty of all people.
I heard Rigor coming opening the double doors to the castle. He looked at me and smiled like a baby. “You look cute Orphelia.” He said. I looked at him with eyes very furious. “Especially when you’re angry.” He grabbed my back and pulled me inside. Unlike outside where there was always howling wind and different animal noises, in here, it was silent other than the echoes of our shoes.
“Where’s everyone?” I asked. Rigor turned to me. “Upstairs.” He replied. “Try to stay away from Glytherin until the wedding for me.” I nodded.
Why did I have to be here so early? Why couldn’t I have stayed in like the rest of the people at home and still sleeping? “Can I look at myself now Rigor?” I said mocking his wonderful accent. Rigor let go of me and let me alone. I ran over to the bathroom where my shoes were tapping the floor even harder. I looked at myself now in the mirror. My hair looked a bit shorter but still what some girls would call long. The dress was extremely long, lingering behind me even. This wasn’t good.
My makeup was put on accordingly bringing out my caramel colored skin. I shook my head. This couldn’t be happening. I’ve always wanted to be beautiful, but, I didn’t wear makeup like this. It still looked like me, the makeup was ok I guess, but the dress. The dress was full, and long. This would only be embarrassing for me. What plans did Rigor even have? I ran out of the bathroom now and into him. “I’m not going to this wedding!” I whispered. “I cannot look like this and go into the princess’s wedding. Do you see how bad this looks? I being like an outcast in this dark long beautiful dress will not make a difference. Not even if I think I love the dress, I will not ruin this for her, or importantly, embarrass myself over how many people?”
“Two thousand.”
“Two thousand people!” I yelled. “I’m definitely not going to embarrass myself in front of two thousand people! I can’t do what you wish. I can’t do what everyone wishes, meaning, coming to this wedding. It’ll only ruin me.”
He looked me in the eyes now. “But Orphelia, you’re so beautiful, this is your chance to show more than what you are.”
I shook my head. “This is all I am but with a dress.” I replied to his statement. Rigor’s reddish blonde hair fell in front of me when he leaned over me putting his head on my shoulder. Now I could feel him.
“Why do you want me to do this so badly?” I asked holding onto his shoulders.
“You’re here,” he replied. “Everyone is, the thing believe it or not is going to start in less than two hours. I feel bad for you. I’m giving you a chance to do something. I need you to see the chance I’m giving you though or you won’t understand properly. This is Glytherin’s wedding day, to a twenty-one year old woman, not to you, the younger girl who is much more beautiful in every way. He needs to see that. The crowd needs to know this woman’s age, needs to know everything. You need to tell them. I’m Glytherin’s best man; he’ll only be upset if I
The next place I went to was to do my hair. I had a bunch of different ingredients put in from left to right. My hair was straightened and then curled against my back still looking long. They put short bangs in front of me that rested near my eyebrows but then was pinned to the side. Accessories were then put on and when the job was done, someone immediately questioned it.
“Do you think…”
“No it’ll be fine.”
“She doesn’t look like a fairy,”
“More like an angel. I think we’ve done a nice job. Rigor said she had to look better than anyone there. Isn’t it weird that she doesn’t look much different though? I may've over exaggerated on the angel thing.”
“Should we add more makeup?” Mattie asked. “I didn’t want to add too much make up, mascara and eye shadow was all I put. Should I put more?”
“I think it’s better off if we actually took it off.”
“I think all we needed was the hair to be done and the dress and we would’ve been fine. Her eyelashes were already black, I couldn’t do much of anything.” Shell announced. “Listen, we’re a couple of minutes late. Some orders from Rigor were that we cannot let the queen, princess or her fiancé see her, or all of them will be upset.”
I felt like I was going to throw up. “I can’t do this.” I announced. “This is too much for me. I am supposed to be the maid of honor. I’m supposed to be helping out. Let me go look in the mirror.”
“Wait!” A woman yelled. “Rigor said you weren’t aloud to see yourself!”
I questioned a look on her now. “Rigor’s an idiot.” I said to her feeling shame in my voice. “How would any of you think you’d get away with that? What if you guys made me unbelievably ugly. What if there was something I didn’t like about it? What if you guys cast a spell on me to look really pretty? I need to know these things right now. I don’t want anyone’s wedding day ruined. I’d feel too bad.” I went over to the mirror now but a hand pulled me back.
“We’re late!” The man yelled. Now, he pulled me forcefully into a black SUV. He watched me as he walked. He yelled again. “One foot in front of the other! Where were you born? In Texas!?” That was extremely offensive. I believe I was born somewhere around here. If only I knew where. I was loaded into the back of the van and was squished with five people in a seat.
Why did Rigor send so many people? To make millions of suggestions? All of a sudden, people began touching my ears. “What are these holes?” they asked. I felt my ears as well to see what they were talking about.
“They’re called piercings.” I corrected her annoyed.
She felt my ears again. “Oh, I’m not aloud to get mine till I’m fifty.” I looked at her strangely. How long did some people expect to live?
“How old are you?” I asked. She let go of my ears now rubbing the texture in her hands. Why was she doing that?
“I’m forty-nine now. I’ll be getting mine soon.” I nodded. The woman looked so young though.
“Why is Rigor doing this?” Mattie asked. “Why does he want you to come to a wedding dressed this way?”
“Why is it inappropriate?” I asked suddenly alarmed. The woman shook her head. “Then what do you mean, like that?” I asked her.
She shook her head. “Why was he so desperate for us to get our hands on you?” I thought about it for a moment. I hadn’t known why either. He didn’t even tell me about this. All he said is that he wanted to make more than the audiences envy me. What if I was disguised as a different person? What if he’d make what look in the mirror look like me and the real person I looked like wasn’t shown to my own self? That would be so confusing. Will I ever change back?
“I don’t know,” I finally answered. “He didn’t even tell me about you all coming here.”
“Well, he told us,” said a woman with a badge on saying Maria. They all had wonderful Spanish accents that reminded me of a Spanish tango. They seemed capable to be those kinds of woman. If you put all of them in a salsa dress, they’d all look dazzling.
Some didn’t look a day over twenty-one. What were they anyway that made them age so slowly?
“Witches,” a woman said answering.
Oh my goodness! They were all reading my thoughts. Have they been reading my thoughts the whole entire time?
“It’s your glow,” she said. “You’re not sweating but you glow brilliantly. Do you know the color? It’s actually a faint colorless glow to you. It’s really pretty. But we were reading your mind, the glow doesn’t tell everything. Although, you may want to stop it. It’s a bit confusing when people ask the same questions, ‘Why the heck are you glowing honey?’ It’d be kind of embarrassing if you ask me.”
“How do I stop it then?” I asked. The woman looked serious.
“Kill yourself!” she yelled. The whole van busted out laughing. “Sorry,” she said now. “You can actually just block your mind. I can give you a potion to stop it, although it does have a few side effects.”
The woman took a small bottle. “Side effects?” I asked. She looked at me steadily as if I weren’t someone nice. I could guess I wasn’t.
“Dying.” She said. The whole van laughed again. I didn’t smile and I didn’t put on a serious face, just looked at her steadily waiting for another answer. “It’s just very spicy, your tongue can be burnt is all, and it’s kind of like potion remover potion.” I nodded. Last time I’d tasted that, which was at Glytherin’s house, his mother and father’s house actually, when Elizabeth, his grandmother, had me taste potions. I nodded.
She gave me the bottle that actually stung in my hands. Did she carry this around with her? I opened the cap and took a drink. The liquid burned my throat. I took a few deep breaths and then I felt it and screamed.
Now, we were parked in front of the castle where everything seemed low. It was only nine o’clock now and I was being released, finally.
“Let me call Rigor up,” said the guy. He picked up a cell phone and began calling. The whole city or town was empty. What about the castle? Was that empty too? I hoped so. I hoped it was empty of all people.
I heard Rigor coming opening the double doors to the castle. He looked at me and smiled like a baby. “You look cute Orphelia.” He said. I looked at him with eyes very furious. “Especially when you’re angry.” He grabbed my back and pulled me inside. Unlike outside where there was always howling wind and different animal noises, in here, it was silent other than the echoes of our shoes.
“Where’s everyone?” I asked. Rigor turned to me. “Upstairs.” He replied. “Try to stay away from Glytherin until the wedding for me.” I nodded.
Why did I have to be here so early? Why couldn’t I have stayed in like the rest of the people at home and still sleeping? “Can I look at myself now Rigor?” I said mocking his wonderful accent. Rigor let go of me and let me alone. I ran over to the bathroom where my shoes were tapping the floor even harder. I looked at myself now in the mirror. My hair looked a bit shorter but still what some girls would call long. The dress was extremely long, lingering behind me even. This wasn’t good.
My makeup was put on accordingly bringing out my caramel colored skin. I shook my head. This couldn’t be happening. I’ve always wanted to be beautiful, but, I didn’t wear makeup like this. It still looked like me, the makeup was ok I guess, but the dress. The dress was full, and long. This would only be embarrassing for me. What plans did Rigor even have? I ran out of the bathroom now and into him. “I’m not going to this wedding!” I whispered. “I cannot look like this and go into the princess’s wedding. Do you see how bad this looks? I being like an outcast in this dark long beautiful dress will not make a difference. Not even if I think I love the dress, I will not ruin this for her, or importantly, embarrass myself over how many people?”
“Two thousand.”
“Two thousand people!” I yelled. “I’m definitely not going to embarrass myself in front of two thousand people! I can’t do what you wish. I can’t do what everyone wishes, meaning, coming to this wedding. It’ll only ruin me.”
He looked me in the eyes now. “But Orphelia, you’re so beautiful, this is your chance to show more than what you are.”
I shook my head. “This is all I am but with a dress.” I replied to his statement. Rigor’s reddish blonde hair fell in front of me when he leaned over me putting his head on my shoulder. Now I could feel him.
“Why do you want me to do this so badly?” I asked holding onto his shoulders.
“You’re here,” he replied. “Everyone is, the thing believe it or not is going to start in less than two hours. I feel bad for you. I’m giving you a chance to do something. I need you to see the chance I’m giving you though or you won’t understand properly. This is Glytherin’s wedding day, to a twenty-one year old woman, not to you, the younger girl who is much more beautiful in every way. He needs to see that. The crowd needs to know this woman’s age, needs to know everything. You need to tell them. I’m Glytherin’s best man; he’ll only be upset if I
did. You’re the girl he loves; he’ll only fall harder for you. Do you understand what I’m giving you? You can’t give up. Plus, I hate the queen and princess.
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