Victoria:
It was a recent game that distracted me from the repetition of my life. Musing for a moment to reflect the start of this cat and mouse game so many years ago. In part it was my own fault for being lax in my attention of the neighboring town. How I had fallen into the stereo typical monster dwelling in an abandoned castle I still find amusingly curious. It was my families and I had just fallen into a deep slumber. The ages to their toll on my original clothing so it wasn't entirely unexpected that curiosity and lore would result in this village to have the one curious visitor.
He was gruff and far older then my body suggested. Dark hair and fur trappings against the cold winds. His mistake was leaning close enough for a kiss. His breath flooded me with memories. He was a spark that ignited life once more into my body. Moving on their own my arms and legs wrapped around him crushing bones. Causing him to exhale more. My eyes still closed, I could see everything. My soft skin pressed against the fur cloak. His body shriveling in my embrace. It quickly crumbled to dust. Leaving ash on my skin, I cried out in the night, a shriek echoed through the crumbling keep. Looking around for the first time in years with my eyes. As adjusted inhumanly to the dark surroundings I saw the sad state of things. Most of the holdings to my estate were ransacked. Those that were left behind now decayed under the weight of time. Obviously the village had helped themselves to most of the outer stone fortifications to help construct a wall for their sheep and some new homes. I mused at the similarity.
Gathering the over sized clothes from the ash I donned what I could. Moving through the silent halls finding room after room had their contents stolen. Even my fathers room was looted. Grateful I saw the secrete wall still held up through age and scrutiny. Pushing aside the knocked over and splintered wood, and soon found the key stone pushing down the wall slid open. Behind was the chest a four foot by two foot box with a lock that was too rusted to take the key needed to open it. Not that she had it. Shrugging I took hold of the lock and squeezed until the metal broke. The chest held the family fortune of gems and gold doubloons. Closing the lid after removing a few handfuls of coins I slid the wall shut again.
Getting down to the village was easy. The sun was cresting the horizon. The light was stunning in its beauty. Walking down the main street as shops opened I saw the new styles of clothes that they wore. The dresses were more form fitting they no longer contained the larger metal rings to make the fabric balloon out. The tops were also form fitting with a wide square opening exposing most of the chest and shoulders. Unaware of my lip biting I moved on to the general goods store. Walking in I turned my face into a fake smile.
The shop keeper was an older woman in appearance and she had a concerned look at my current outfit."Goodness, Can I help you find something perhaps?"
I was still new to this age so I decided to play the role of the new comer. "Yes, well I need clothes. What do you have?" I hid a smile as I used an accent from the west. I thought about how munch time must of passed but this was not the setting to ask. The shop keeper brought out various dresses. Looking them over I chose the styles with more alluring fronts. Making a few slight modifications and foregoing some of the various undergarments. Soon even I had a admire the image before me. "I'll take them."
"Good. I'll get om boxes. But first with the alterations the cost will be.." Before she could finish I handed her a few gold coins. "Ye..yes that will do." She pocketed the coins and went into the back to return moment later with the boxes.
"Oh my!" The store clerk stammered as she saw me nude and putting on the first dress with the square front. i had donned the skirt first and had the blouse top over my head when she returned. I felt her push me into a corner of the shop and watched her extend a thin wooden wall to block my view of the store. This new age was so modest for the clothing they now wore. She helped me with the tying strings and getting the fit right the alterations on the blouse made it fit perfectly. The corset was still a part of fashion unfortunately. The store keeper now had her knee to my back and pressing hard as she tugged on the strings making me grateful I was no ordinary woman.
Leaving the store now armed with clothing more able to camouflage me in this new age I began my search for answers...
