Elizavea

CHAPTER  1 "Nayori,  are  you  coming  down  for  dinner  or  not?"   Her  mother  Fiona  yelled  up  the  stairs. "Yes  mother,  I'll  be  right  down."   She  responded  as  she  finished  brushing  her  hair  and  planning  her  argument  as  to  why  her  father  should  let  her  go  to  the  carnival  for  once  instead  of  keeping  her  locked  in  this  dank  dismal  castle  all  the  time. "Let's  go,"   her  fathers  voiced  demanded  from  the  other  side  of  her  bedroom  door,  "You  know  your  mother  hates  being  kept  waiting."   his  voice  got  fainter  as  he  walked  off. "Ok,"  Nayori  said  to  herself  as