A Main Character's Annoyance

Joanna, unlike her siblings…

 No, that can’t be right. Last rewrite I was an only child. Oh well, it’ll be nice to have someone else around the house. 

Joanna, unlike her siblings, had never been one for academics. That wasn’t to say that she was a bad student, she’d graduated with a solid B average. 

Oh, I guess I’m not in high school anymore, I wonder how old I am? 

Joanna had never invested much into math, science, or history. They weren’t hard, just uninteresting. Or, as Maria would say, a total snooze fest. 

That’s odd, the Maria I know would never say something so.. Disney. 

Joanna had never really liked her step-siblings. They acted like overgrown toddlers and…

Okay, I’m going to stop the author right there. If you’re going to give me siblings, or step siblings, can I at least get decent ones? These rewrites are getting worse instead of better! First I was Maria, a girl from the Mye village on the edge of the Rhyse Empire, then I became Anastasia, the reincarnation of Persephone, then I was Areia, and Macy, and Euphemia, and Astraea! Can we at least settle on a name first! 

Sophia didn’t have the heart to tell her mother that the flowers she planted would never bloom. It had always been her mother’s dream to tend to a garden of her very own, a garden that she could pass on to Sophia. But truly, her mother should’ve known that the Madame would never allow flowers in the manor. 

It seems that the author has gone back to the forced marriage plot line. At least she didn’t make my name Deirdre again, I don’t even know how to pronounce Deirdre. Though, it is strange that my mother’s alive this time. I hope it’ll stay that way. It hurt last time she wrote about a mother I’d never met dying. I wonder if she’ll even get through a chapter before changing plots.

Sophia sighed to herself as she glanced out the window of her room. She could hear Madame’s footsteps marching closer and closer to her and Scylla’s shared bedroom. The younger girl was still fast asleep and was in for a rude awakening when Madame reached their room.

Oh no! Please let me wake Scylla up in time! Last time the author went in this direction Scylla died in the first chapter, prompting me to accept some strange lord from a foreign land’s marrige proposal to get revenge on the Madame for her death. I really don’t want to marry a stranger…

Bloom glared at her sister before pushing away the duvet cover and getting out of bed. It was far too early in the morning for an arguement, and it wasn’t like Euphemia was totally wrong, they had to go to Alfea. No matter what their parents said, they were fairies, and they needed to learn about their powers. 

Ooh, the fanfiction route. The author seems to love using fanfiction to get back in the swing of things, but I wish she would write my actual story instead of characters that already exist. It’s getting boring watching her write other characters into their stories. 

Joanna

And we’re back to Joanna. I wonder what plotline she’s thinking up now. 

Alexandros wondered how long it’d been since he’d last seen the sun. He’d lost count of how many years he’d spent locked away in the dungeons, seven, eight maybe? He had no frame of reference, nobody had passed his cell in ages. All of his meals, which consisted of molded bread and whatever rainfall dripped into his cell, were delivered by way of a shaft in the ceiling. He hadn’t heard another voice since before his imprisonment. He longed to hear even the curses of his vindictive brother, or the inane chatterings of his sister in law, if only for one brief moment. He knew that he was wishing for the impossible. His brother would never free him from the cell, it was much easier to forget he existed at all then to acknowledge his crimes. 

Alexandros had taken to carving out images he’d seen in his dreams, images of a beautiful young fae who would free him one day. He wasn’t sure if this was his subconscious longing for freedom, or if it were another of his prophetic dreams. He wasn’t sure which he would prefer. If it were just a dream, the young fae wouldn’t have to go through any of the trials and horrific, nightmarish scenes he’d seen in his dream. But if it were real, he would be free again. His brother and his wife would be executed for treason, and he would once again take his rightful place on the throne, with the lovely fae girl by his side. 

The more he dreamed of her the more he longed to meet her. Even just to learn her name might be enough to quell the longing in his heart whenever he thinks of her auburn hair, and bright silver eyes. If his memory served him right, she was a high seelie. A good fae who brings prosperity to nature and gifts to humanity. The bright aluminum circlet she wore clearly denoted her importance to the seelie. A princess, or maybe a priestess. That was the only reason he could imagine her brother allowed her to live and be paraded around as a trophy of war. 

As time slowly creeped on, he began believing more and more that his dreams were the return of his prophetic ability. The dreams felt more and more realistic, the world around them became more fleshed out, and the woman… her suffering seemed genuine, and yet, through her suffering she shone with a beauty only she could possess. Alexandros had since come to terms with the fact that he was enamored with the fae who would soon become his wife.

The author’s given up for the night. Perhaps she will write more of my story tomorrow, but for tonight, I am thankful that she’s written me a friend to spend the night with. My future love interest if this is the plot she chooses, Alexandros. I don’t hate it, and he seems kind enough, if a little obsessed. I can handle obsessed, at least he isn’t as bad as the demon lord the author attempted to set me up with last night. Needless to say, I didn’t get any sleep.