Post by CEERA KITTEN WRIGHT on Aug 12, 2011 20:05:07 GMT -5
It was like a maze, a maze of truth and lies. Fact and fiction mingled within the pages she scoured. Fairy tales held a certain truth to them and the histories held a bit of lies. That was what Kitten thought anyway. She loved fiction because everything bad wasn't true, but the idea had to come from somewhere. And non-fiction, what claimed to be fact, could very well be fake for all she knew. But she read them anyway. Whatever she could just to know all she could. What could she say, she needed to make up for the years of learning she had lost in that back wards place.
Kitten leaned back in the chair she had dragged by a window. She balanced it on two legs, one foot firmly on the ground, and steadily rocked back and forth as she read. Her glasses rested on her head, she was near sighted and wearing them while she read gave her headaches. The dusty book she had today was a work of fiction. It weaved a tale of a knight in shining armor who went to slay an evil dragon. His prize of course was a beautiful princess and the well being of his kingdom.
The shifter sighed when she reached the part where the knight and the fair maiden kissed. Wouldn't it be great if that were true. But Kitten wasn't that naive. And she wasn't a fair maiden or a princess. Just some country bumpkin bastard child. She huffed out another sigh. Sometimes she thought to keep only to non-fiction but for some reason the stories and tales of fiction alway called to her. Every time she got trapped, like a fly in a spider web.