Stella made it to town with little trouble and walked through the streets with ease. Taking the book she had read over a million times out of her weaved basket, she opened it to the beginning to read only for entertainment as she walked the cobblestone streets. People buzzed about, invovled in only their own buisness with no concern of anyone else's, Stella being the only exception. Unlike everyone else in the small town of Dawnings, she was constantly day dreaming or reading one of her fiction novels. Stella knew that they talked about her whenever she came around but she pretended not to notice.<br/><br/>Using one hand, she closed her book and lifted her head to look up at the small store she now stood in front of. Entering, she set the blue colored book down on a small desk before turning towards the tall, oak bookshelves on the opposite side of the store. "Mr. Haywood?" she called, a smile in her voice as she ran her fingers lightly over the spines of the many books on the shelves. An elderly man came from the back room and smiled once her saw her. "Stella my dear! Back so soon? Is there another book you wish to read?" he asked as he approached her. Stella smiled and nodded, picking a large, red book with gold vines bordering the front cover. "Oh but Stella! You must've read it about a hundred times! Im sure we can find others to suit your tastes!" he said with a chuckle. Stella shook her head quickly and patted the front of the book. "No im sure Mr. Haywood. This is the one," she said with an almost giddy smile. Mr. Haywood laughed and patted Stella's hand softly. "Then my dear, why dont you keep it? You seem rather fond of it and i know its in good hands," he said with a smile.<br/><br/>Stella's eyes lit up and she embraced the elderly man in a tender hug. "Oh! Thank you Mr. Haywood! Thats so generous! I have to go now but thank you so much!" she said excitedly and waved bye to the man. Setting her new and most favorite book down in the bottom of the basket, she left the store in a brisk walk a new bounce to her step. Or that was until she heard the all too familar voice of the arrogant man who had been trying for three years, now, to get her to marry him. But she was not about to become a wife to a man such as him.<br/><br/>"Stella! Why waste your time with such books when you can have me to entertain you?" His deep voice sounded from behind her as he snatched the book from her basket. Tom Richardson didnt know the first thing about reading or even how to flirt with anyone besides himself. A heavy and annoyed sigh left her lips while she could hear the other women of the village give flustered sighs as they swooned at Tom's feet. Turning to him, she plucked the book from his hands as he flipped through the pages with a look a confused look on his face as if he was reading a book in another language. "Because its what i want to do with my life Tom. Now if you dont mind, i have somewhere i need to be," she said briskly and with a tone that said 'You are the last person i would want to talk to'.<br/><br/>~~~~<br/><br/>Roman Pierce urged on their horse, Snow, into the shadowed part of the forest until they came to a fork in the road. Snow looked both ways then started off down the trail that had leaves growing on the trees and flowers dotting the trails, but Roman insisted on the other which was nothing more than dead trees barely staying upright as a thick mist hung heavy in the air. After only a few minutes on the trail, Snow started to become jumpy and skiddish the smallest rustle sending her flying through the dead forest. "Woah! Snow! Woah girl!" Roman yelled as he pulled back as tight as he could but Snow refused to stop.<br/><br/>A gasp left the older man as the wagon jarred itself against a large stone in the road, sending him tumbling off the wagon and Snow breaking free. As soon as she was free, she thundered away back the way they came, leaving Roman cold and injured on the side of the road. With a groan, he picked himself up off the road, dusting off his pants before looking around him. Up ahead, he could barely make out some gates and decided it was the best choice in this kind of weather, not to mention the distant howling of the wolves. Limping to the gates, he pulled his cloak tighter around his body as he slowly pushed open the bone-looking gates. In the thick fog, he couldnt tell that they were actual bones and only assumed they were fake. Slowly, he limped and shivered his way to the large, broken looking castle. As of the moment, he couldnt care what kind of castle it was as all his thoughts were on getting back to Stella and getting somewhere warm and safe. Looking up, before him stood two large doors and he didnt bother to knock before he pushed one open with a creak. "H-Hello?" he called into the darkness of the large castle. Hesitantly taking a couple of safe steps inside as he looked around.