The Story Of Phyrra by Sophia Oliveira (the lemonade war series TXT) 📖

beneath her, she clapped her hands right in the tiger’s ear so loud, that it could be heard for miles. When the congregation in the meadow heard this sound, they feared that Alice had found the Never Tame Tiger. It is only too bad that their fears must be confirmed, for at that moment, the tiger came roaring into the meadow with Alice upon its back. There was such a fuss about the tiger getting near the children, or ruining the perfect gardens, that nobody actually noticed that the tiger was quieting down.
“What on earth have you done?”
“Instead of complaining about me, I would prefer that you think of it as doing you all a favor. You’re always complaining about how dangerous it is to have the children near the tiger, or how it could eat your stores in a week, or ruin your perfect gardens. If I were you, I would think about that and think about how great it would be to be rid of it instead!” shouted Alice. “I can’t believe what they said to me! And me of all people! I won’t go back. I can’t. If I do, they’ll think that they can change my mind just like that, but they can’t. I will not allow it!” muttered Alice to herself. A few minutes later, Alice felt a sharp pain in her chest, flashes behind her eyes. After this, she went black.
“ Why she is here?”
“She is here because I sent Chess, Robert, and Lizzie after her. They’ve been trying to not do so physically but mentally, by going into her dreams. It didn’t work well, but when they were seeking her, they found that she was near the gate. Apparently, she was looking for me. I hated being out of my domain, but she belonged above the surface, not below it.”
“Who can tell that we are under the Earth’s crust? We still have blazing sunlight, blistering deserts, and frozen mountain peaks, when there should be nothing at all.” Alice heard these two voices. They were whispered but still audible.
“Look at her Maggie! Does she not look so much like her father?” “That she does, your majesty. But she is too pale to look exactly like her father. That is one piece of you that she must carry with her forever.”
“That and the fact that she can’t die.” At this moment, Alice shot up into a sitting position, only to be plunged into darkness once more. And once more it was dark and she saw nothing. When she woke up, it was night. She was in a lavishly decorated room, with a fire crackling softly in the large fireplace in front of the bed that she was lying in.
Alice said to herself, “Where am I? What day is it and how long have I been unconscious?” all these questions soon faded from her mind as a deafening roar filled the room, though it was outside the room. A moment later, her tiger came roaring into the room, and after it came almost ten men, trying to capture an animal that was once in their grasp. But as soon as the tiger jumped onto Alice’s bed, there was a frightened silence being emitted from the men that Alice felt, for at that moment, the tiger nuzzled Alice, and she opened her eyes and saw those beautiful smoke- grey eyes. Alice felt a rush of relief as though a tide was being held in and all of a sudden was let go to flood an entire continent, surge through her, body, soul, and heart. She no longer felt distressed or confused, because she had her friend right there in front of her.
“Leave me,” said Alice, with an aura of power surrounding those few words that had but left her lips before they were put into action. The guards seemed astonished at the fact that Alice could even speak. They were hesitant at the fact of leaving a child in poor health with such a wild animal, but when the tiger roared to enforce Alice’s words, they left running.
“Hello,” said Alice, “Did you know that I was upset? Because you always seem to come to me when I am upset. I had a dream about you. We were running and playing in the meadow and then -- ”
“Well, I see your friend has found you. The guards came to me making such a fuss… She was rather distressed at being away from you. I wonder why. Tigers don’t usually have separation issues.”
“They don’t. Its just that we’ve bonded in the short time that we’ve been together,” said Alice protectively.
“Well then, I’ll just leave you two to your little reunion.”
“Wait!” exclaimed Alice. “Who are you?”
“Well now, I am utterly surprised that you don’t recognize your own mother, Alice,” said the woman that was apparently Alice’s mother.
“WHAT?! You are most definitely NOT my mother! You look nothing like her…”
“Shhh. Hush now my darling. We shall speak more of it in the morning. But for now you must rest. I will answer all of your questions tomorrow, when you are properly rested.” And with those words of gentle parting, Alice’s mother walked out of the room, leaving her daughter totally confused, upset, distressed, or any other word you may wish to use.
“How could she be my mother?” said Alice to the tiger, “She looks nothing like me. And I look nothing like her. But I do sort of remember a pale maid that was more of a mother to me than my supposed mother. But a woman who is a queen wouldn’t pass herself off as a maid. She couldn’t. Could she? Her pride with her social standing wouldn’t allow her to,” thought Alice.
“It certainly wasn’t without difficulty my dear,” said a voice in her head, which was starting to cause Alice worry because sane people didn’t hear voices in their heads. Alice shouted,
“Where are you? You can’t reach me in my mind!”
“But I can. And with proper instruction you too, will be able to delve into the deepest corners of anyone’s mind, find out their secrets, and every overwhelming detail of their lives,” said the voice in her head.
“Who are you anyway?” inquired Alice.
“I am your mother. More your mother than the woman whom you currently believe to be your mother,” again said a woman who was, once more, Alice’s supposed mother. From that moment, and for days after, Alice spoke to no one except her tiger. She ignored everybody who spoke to her, including the woman that was supposed to be her mother. All letters that were brought to her served as sustenance for the fire during the cold morning hours. Whenever there was contact made between her and her supposed mother, there were no responses to the woman’s questions, only silence.
When Alice was indeed well enough to leave, she found her doors locked, and her windows closed in by bricks. Alice neither slept, nor ate, nor drank. She felt no need to, though food was brought in every two hours. She usually fed it to her tiger, but her tiger felt guilty and usually didn’t eat until his friend was asleep. When the day of the Great Escape came, one of the three afore mentioned prophecies, a servant who brought Alice food, rather rashly left the door open and Alice quickly and silently woke and climbed lithely onto her tiger’s back.
By the time that the servant had stoked the fire to a flaming inferno Alice was down the hall and on her way to the main exit. But there then came a tolling bell and a shout: “The princess has escaped!” Alice knew that the time for silence and stealth was over as she dug her heels into the tiger’s sides and sped forward. As soon as she had seen the main entrance, she saw a thick line of guards begin to file in just in front of the door. If they sped up a bit she might be able to make it through. With this thought in her head, Alice dug in her heels and raced forward until she had to crane her neck forward to keep from falling off.
With a huge leap, they made it over the guards and through the doors. As they sped through the courtyard, she thought of yet another dilemma: what about the drawbridge? There seemed to be none and as Alice ventured a look behind her she saw that it had already passed. They were moving much faster than she thought. When she ventured a look ahead, she saw a thick forest. That must be near where I blacked out.
“I have been here for little over a month and already have a bad impression,” thought Alice rather curiously. Though who wouldn’t have a bad impression if someone pretended to be your mother and then kept you prisoner in your room for a few weeks? “ Take us to the meadow where we were before,” said Alice, actually aloud rather than in thought. The tiger knew absolutely where she meant. She had envisioned it many times before. She ran now a little more quickly than before, though the girl had not told her to. She walked more carefully without being warned, and Alice noticed. She now knew that there were horrifying dangers lying hidden in the forest. There are many good things hidden out of fear that they are bad, and there are many bad things set loose, thinking they are good. The tiger was one of those middle things that was neither good nor bad but could shift to either side in an instant; that is why they are hidden. The tiger was indeed beautiful, but feared because of man’s paranoia that all things with long canines are bad.
“What is your name?” asked Alice.
“My name is irrelevant right now. You asked me to take you to the clearing where the Council was gathered, and that is what I am doing,” said the tiger,(who was in a very grouchy mood) who was actually a tigress.
“Well now I am asking you to tell me your name. It seems as though you have no manners at all. In fact, I don’t think that they gave you a name which is why you are being so stubborn. So, now I ask this of you: What would you like to be called?”
“I would like to be