Anyways, a little background knowledge on my short story. Ever heard of Anastasia? The lost Russian princess who's family was executed and she was believed to be dead. And years later a young woman turns up claiming to be her. Although in real life this was later proven wrong and that young woman wasn't really Anastasia and Anastasia really had died along with her family.
There's also an animated movie about her commonly believed to have been made by Disney although this is wrong. And the movie is wrong too. In the movie a more romantic image is presented the girl proves to actually be Anastasia she's reunited with her grandmother she falls for the kitchen boy yada yada and they all lived happily ever after. Don't get me wrong, the movie is still good I like it.
So my story will kind of be a modern retelling loosely based on the movie/real life situation. There's a powerful family in a town who are executed the night of the little girl's birthday (in my story her name is Annalina). The only people that survive are the grandmother and the aunt. So years later the possibility that someone survived that night comes up and there's a young 18 year old girl who's parents recently die and soon her life becomes intertwined with this whole dilemma.
But my story will also largely focus on the villains (if you know me you know my obsession over villains. They simply are what makes any story juicy). It'll focus on their reasons for wanting the family dead and what exactly happened the night they were killed. Of course when this young girl shows up and could possibly be the long believed to be dead Annalina the villains will be none to happy and all hell will break loose.
That's a lot of background knowledge, so let's begin my scene before I forget about it...
Amber took her first steps into the city. This was the city of Ruse. Her insides felt numb, she couldn't even feel the joy of being in a different place. Her life was changing. Only a few days ago she had been in her little hut with her parents, living a nice life, she had been wishing for change to happen. And it had. Now her parents were dead, and she was all alone. She didn't know what she was supposed to do here and what she was supposed to find out. But she knew she hated herself. How many times had she imagined coming into a city, She had imagined her coming into the city in the happiest of terms, with the residents singing and dancing. It had all been a wonderful image...and now it seemed like a slap to the face, a cruel twist of fate had brought her here.
One of the first little shops she came across was a bakery and seeing it she realized the fact that she was cold. It was cold out, it was the middle of December of course she was cold. She went into the little bakery. An elderly man with a huge grin and a great big white mustache was whistling setting his bread in all the correct places. As the door jingled, he turned around to see who had come in.
"Well good morning to ya." he said and smiled. "What would you like to try today at Baker Baker's Bakery?"
"Baker Baker's?" Amber asked.
"Yesh. I am a baker, and ma name is Baker. And this is a Bakery." he explained and Amber nodded. "I would say try the delish Maple Bars, I just er finished bakin' 'em."
"I'll try one." Amber whispered.
"Try two." he answered and went to grab the bars. He brought her the two bars in a small plate. "And have some er chocolate milk, you like too young for coffee." he said and smiled as he handed her a glass of chocolate milk. She took a bite of the warm maple bar and felt her mouth explode as the sweetest, warmest and most delicious flavors filled her mouth. Her stomach growled as it eagerly accepted the food. The baker looked at her and smiled.
"Where did you say you're from?" he asked her and she froze.
And that's all folks! I mean it doesn't sound intriguing, I know, and it's just a simple small scene. But I could clearly see it, and it's one of my warmer scenes before she has to go through everything that life will throw at her!
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