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Okay, here is the beginning of another story. For those of whom who have read my work before, and might complain that I ought to make those better before starting another I started this before I joined Gaia. I have an unfortunate problem of starting more stories before finishing others. To those of whom who have read me before I HAVE NO PARENTHESIS IN THIS STORY. Anyway, here it is:
Chapter 1
“The Battle of Legarvaci is a new blow to the Gildor. On Tuesday last, General Matthew of the Milekro military, which recently took over the old government of the country, attacked the area of Legonaci, starting with the villages and leading up to the city of Legarvaci. The Earl of Legonaci defended his land bravely, but was killed along with eighty percent of the defense of Legonaci, the rest of whom surrendered. This is a sign that Milekro can conquer any well-defended land. Queen Odara of our country of Perose has decided to support our long time ally of Gildor, wise of not. She calls for five thousand able bodied men to fight. And now for the weather..”
Siran turned away from the town crier. She headed toward the market, thinking. About a year ago the military of Milekro started a coup against their government, led by then Lieutenant Jon Gete, who was now the leader of the country, claiming himself to be king. Once the military was securely in charge, they declared war on the long friend country of Gildor. It was frightening to the inhabitants of Perose, how quickly Milekro was invading Gildor, for Perose was a small country, and usually peaceful, had small constant military. Many people believed that instead of supporting her ally, the queen should abandon them, and become allies with Milekro. But Siran understood why the queen did what she did. As Perose was surrounded by Gildor and the sea, there would be no trade, and the economy of the country would suffer for it. Gildor would also wipe the country out quickly, before it became a threat.
“Excuse me lass, but are you buying that.” The speaker was the town's blacksmith. The man's name was Rex. He was rather short, being probably 5 feet and 10 inches, for the men of the town, who normally were over six feet tall. His hair had turned white, and he already had a bald patch in the center of his remaining hair, which made him look like a monk, even though Siran doubted if he was much over forty. He had greenish-brown eyes. Siran believed that when he was young he had fair skin, but not it was very tanned by his work. He had asked her the question because she had wandered over by his tent and picked up a dagger. She laid it down hastily.
“Um...Unfortunately not.” After hesitating for a moment, she said, “This dagger is different than most of your other creations.”
Rex nodded, seemingly pleased she had noticed. “Normally I just make blades out of steel, but this dagger has a coat bronze over it, for the looks.”
Siran looked at the hilt. There was a gem at the end. “That's a Citrine, isn't it.”
The man nodded, a little surprised. “Yep. How do you know some much about gems and my work?”
Siran shrugged. “I don't know. I've just always had an affinity with rocks and stones and metals, etc. I can tell you that parallel to coast, there is a line where sandstone changes to limestone, and I am standing on the line right now.” The man gaped. After a second Siran blushed. “I'll be going then.” She turned and left, continuing along the line of stands.
“Wait!” She turned. Rex ran out from behind his stand, holding a small slender box. “Take it.” He shoved it into my hands. Siran could feel that the dagger was in the box.
“I can't take this. Craftsman are barely better off than farmers. Your family might go hungry if I take this.”
“Think nothing of it. Take it!” Rex ran back behind his stall and crossed his arms. Bemused, Siran slipped the slender box into a pack she always carried on her back. Then, she began to shop for groceries for her family.
Not too far away, in the courts of Queen Odara, Princess Calanthe pet her pet cat snowflake. Calanthe was the niece of the queen, daughter of the queen's younger sister. Calanthe's mother died when Calanthe was six, and since then the girl had lived in her aunt's court. After Queen Odara's twenty
year old son, she was second in line for the thrown, as long as the Prince's wife didn't have any children. Calanthe was an odd girl. Most girls of any age love animals, but Calanthe was fanatic, for a girl nearly fifteen. She had eight cats, Snowflake being her favorite, and six dogs that lived with her in the castle, though many animals outside had adopted her as their mistress. Calanthe's younger sister, Yedda, thought her older sister was crazy. Yedda told her aunt that Calanthe talked to animals like they were people. Odara, a wise queen, didn't believe her young niece,who was 11. Odara normally believed young people, because she new what it was like to be young and right and disbelieved, but she couldn't see how her older niece could do such a crazy thing, for Calanthe was very sane and wise. If Odara didn't know that her son would be furious, as well as her people, she would have declared Calanthe her heir, as the queen believed she was more suited to be a monarch.
As it happened, Calanthe did talk to animals. Unlike her sister, she knew the animals were intelligent and could understand her. Indeed, sometimes they responded to what she said, including things other than food, sit, good, and bad. She stopped petting the cat and walked over to the mirror. Calanthe had extremely straight hair. Occasionally, her maids tried to curl it. They always failed. HEr hair color was that of dark auburn. She normally kept it down, but now it was in a tight bun on the back of her head. Her eyes were the color of tourmaline and big compared with the rest of the features of her face. Her skin was a shade lighter than olive. She was five feet four inches, and was unlikely to grow more than an inch taller. She was wearing a dress that complimented her eyes. It was suited for riding, for Calanthe often rid; it was one of her favorite hobbies.
Calanthe sighed. Her cousins wife was having a luncheon today. Princess Jollii had to invite her because Calanthe was part of the royal family, but the two didn't get on. Calanthe disliked the northerner's arrogance. She also believed that Jollii would be a too frivolous queen, since Jollii loved expensive things and didn't have a sense of frugality. Calanthe didn't want to go to another social occasions, but she was just as bound by her rank as Jollii. A lower princess was required to go to a higher's party, unless sick, or something like that. Jollii and Calanthe were supposed to have the same rank, but Jollii would have raised a fuss if Calanthe hadn't showed up, and the queen would would be disappointed in Calanthe. Calanthe knew what the queen thought of her, and was proud of it, and wanted it to remain that way.
“Cats are so lucky.” She told a black one who had just nuzzled her, incidentally named Lucky. “They don't have to go to social events such as these.”
Someone knocked on the door. “Come in.” Calanthe said.
In walked her sister, Yedda. “I hope your planning to come to the luncheon.” Yedda said with hands on hips. Yedda had the same hair and as Calanthe, but her eyes were not the piercing green, but a chocolate brown. Yedda, only eleven, was almost as tall as Calanthe almost four years her senior, thin, and graceful, while Calanthe was the average thinness and was clumsy, with no hand-eye coordination.
Yedda's bright red dress which had many jewels sown on it and a neck as low as one her age could get away with, and her bossiness and frivolousness showed her taking after Jollii.
Calanthe smiled, “Of course sister. I feel sorry for your future husband. What a bossy and hawk-like wife!” She was only joking of course, but Yedda didn't feel it was funny, for she came over and slapped her sister. Calanthe, stunned said, “Did you just slap me?”
“Yes I did, and if you don't watch you tongue, I'll have my future husband challenge whatever man who would defend your virtue.” Calanthe was shocked as her sister's response.
“Out, sister! I'm the elder. You shouldn't act that way to people, especially me!” Calanthe said sharply, and her sister stamped out of the room.
A minute later, Calanthe went to the door. “Farewell. Wish me luck.” A voice in her mind said, luck.
In the far northern mountains, the border between the southern lands, the countries of Gildor, Milekro, and Perose, an arm reached through newly laid snow. The blizzard which had been fierce around the hand's emergence ceased. The snow around the hand slowly melted. The rest of the arm became visible, then a head. The snow melted to show a girl, a girl named Talisa. She had dark black hair, which was cropped to her chin. Her eyes, unopened, were a chilly blue. She was a little taller than average for her age, which was thirteen. She had a wide figure, filled out a little too much to be attractive for the trait of thinness. Her skin was the dark color of the desert men, the color of coffee beans, of the desert in country of Dorneet. She wore what must have once been wool trousers and a coat lined with Mountain Leopard fur.
Talisa seemed to suddenly arouse herself. Her eyes flew open. She sat up, slowly. She spoke quietly, to the wind, “Where am I?”. Suddenly, memories of the past days flew into her brain. How the raiders has attacked her and her half-brother's home. How he and his wife led the servants in an attack against them. And how, after days, she had come out searching for them, finding their mangled bodies. She must have feinted at that point. Talisa stood up. After a second, she turned toward where home would be. She trudged up a slope. She reached the top. There, was a charred wooden skeleton of a grand house, already being covered by snow. Talisa felt tears sting upon her face. She walked through the front doorway. She heard a noise coming toward her. Her heartbeat increased. Was one of the raiders still here, intent on making sure everyone was dead? Then she saw a little brown blob. She realized it was her new puppy, the only survivor of the most recent litter of her old dog Daisy, who had died during birth. “Coco! Come here boy.” Talia knelt, and the little ball of energy jumped into her lap. As she petted him, calming him and herself, she realized that she had to leave her house, and find some safe town where she could take care of herself and the dog. A few minutes later she stood up. She found her pair of snowshoes, kept in the room she was now in. After she attached them, she walked into what used to be the kitchen. She looked around for food that hadn't been ruined. She gathered enough for what she believed to be a week for her and Coco. She found a knapsack and put the food in it. Talia thought about where she should go. She knew the name of her father's tribe. They were the Red Sword Hawk tribe. Her father would, hopefully, accept her, along with his tribe. However, Talia had grown up in the mountains, surrounded by people with skin as white as the snow they walked on. She felt comfortable with these people, and in the colder weather. To her green grass with moderate temperatures with people with lighter skin seemed less alien than the hot desert with wild people who spoke a different language and had a whole other culture. At least she would know what to do in cities, especially cold ones.
Talia gathered up other things they would need on their journey south, though gaps in the mountain range, through possibly hotter lands where the grass was seen all year. She got bundled up in clothes, sure she would need them in blizzards. She put her knapsack over back and grabbed a shovel by the old door. She, accompanied by her dog, walked out of the only home she could ever remember.
When she reached where she had awoken earlier, Talia was surprised, and horrified, to find all the snow had melted around her dead family. Talia began to dig a great pit. Seeing what she was doing, the puppy began to help with great enthusiasm. She took heart at watching him, and once the deemed the pit deep enough, she managed to carry all of her family and servants to the pit, where she rolled them into. Talia then began the laborious task of putting dirt
Chapter 1
“The Battle of Legarvaci is a new blow to the Gildor. On Tuesday last, General Matthew of the Milekro military, which recently took over the old government of the country, attacked the area of Legonaci, starting with the villages and leading up to the city of Legarvaci. The Earl of Legonaci defended his land bravely, but was killed along with eighty percent of the defense of Legonaci, the rest of whom surrendered. This is a sign that Milekro can conquer any well-defended land. Queen Odara of our country of Perose has decided to support our long time ally of Gildor, wise of not. She calls for five thousand able bodied men to fight. And now for the weather..”
Siran turned away from the town crier. She headed toward the market, thinking. About a year ago the military of Milekro started a coup against their government, led by then Lieutenant Jon Gete, who was now the leader of the country, claiming himself to be king. Once the military was securely in charge, they declared war on the long friend country of Gildor. It was frightening to the inhabitants of Perose, how quickly Milekro was invading Gildor, for Perose was a small country, and usually peaceful, had small constant military. Many people believed that instead of supporting her ally, the queen should abandon them, and become allies with Milekro. But Siran understood why the queen did what she did. As Perose was surrounded by Gildor and the sea, there would be no trade, and the economy of the country would suffer for it. Gildor would also wipe the country out quickly, before it became a threat.
“Excuse me lass, but are you buying that.” The speaker was the town's blacksmith. The man's name was Rex. He was rather short, being probably 5 feet and 10 inches, for the men of the town, who normally were over six feet tall. His hair had turned white, and he already had a bald patch in the center of his remaining hair, which made him look like a monk, even though Siran doubted if he was much over forty. He had greenish-brown eyes. Siran believed that when he was young he had fair skin, but not it was very tanned by his work. He had asked her the question because she had wandered over by his tent and picked up a dagger. She laid it down hastily.
“Um...Unfortunately not.” After hesitating for a moment, she said, “This dagger is different than most of your other creations.”
Rex nodded, seemingly pleased she had noticed. “Normally I just make blades out of steel, but this dagger has a coat bronze over it, for the looks.”
Siran looked at the hilt. There was a gem at the end. “That's a Citrine, isn't it.”
The man nodded, a little surprised. “Yep. How do you know some much about gems and my work?”
Siran shrugged. “I don't know. I've just always had an affinity with rocks and stones and metals, etc. I can tell you that parallel to coast, there is a line where sandstone changes to limestone, and I am standing on the line right now.” The man gaped. After a second Siran blushed. “I'll be going then.” She turned and left, continuing along the line of stands.
“Wait!” She turned. Rex ran out from behind his stand, holding a small slender box. “Take it.” He shoved it into my hands. Siran could feel that the dagger was in the box.
“I can't take this. Craftsman are barely better off than farmers. Your family might go hungry if I take this.”
“Think nothing of it. Take it!” Rex ran back behind his stall and crossed his arms. Bemused, Siran slipped the slender box into a pack she always carried on her back. Then, she began to shop for groceries for her family.
Not too far away, in the courts of Queen Odara, Princess Calanthe pet her pet cat snowflake. Calanthe was the niece of the queen, daughter of the queen's younger sister. Calanthe's mother died when Calanthe was six, and since then the girl had lived in her aunt's court. After Queen Odara's twenty
year old son, she was second in line for the thrown, as long as the Prince's wife didn't have any children. Calanthe was an odd girl. Most girls of any age love animals, but Calanthe was fanatic, for a girl nearly fifteen. She had eight cats, Snowflake being her favorite, and six dogs that lived with her in the castle, though many animals outside had adopted her as their mistress. Calanthe's younger sister, Yedda, thought her older sister was crazy. Yedda told her aunt that Calanthe talked to animals like they were people. Odara, a wise queen, didn't believe her young niece,who was 11. Odara normally believed young people, because she new what it was like to be young and right and disbelieved, but she couldn't see how her older niece could do such a crazy thing, for Calanthe was very sane and wise. If Odara didn't know that her son would be furious, as well as her people, she would have declared Calanthe her heir, as the queen believed she was more suited to be a monarch.
As it happened, Calanthe did talk to animals. Unlike her sister, she knew the animals were intelligent and could understand her. Indeed, sometimes they responded to what she said, including things other than food, sit, good, and bad. She stopped petting the cat and walked over to the mirror. Calanthe had extremely straight hair. Occasionally, her maids tried to curl it. They always failed. HEr hair color was that of dark auburn. She normally kept it down, but now it was in a tight bun on the back of her head. Her eyes were the color of tourmaline and big compared with the rest of the features of her face. Her skin was a shade lighter than olive. She was five feet four inches, and was unlikely to grow more than an inch taller. She was wearing a dress that complimented her eyes. It was suited for riding, for Calanthe often rid; it was one of her favorite hobbies.
Calanthe sighed. Her cousins wife was having a luncheon today. Princess Jollii had to invite her because Calanthe was part of the royal family, but the two didn't get on. Calanthe disliked the northerner's arrogance. She also believed that Jollii would be a too frivolous queen, since Jollii loved expensive things and didn't have a sense of frugality. Calanthe didn't want to go to another social occasions, but she was just as bound by her rank as Jollii. A lower princess was required to go to a higher's party, unless sick, or something like that. Jollii and Calanthe were supposed to have the same rank, but Jollii would have raised a fuss if Calanthe hadn't showed up, and the queen would would be disappointed in Calanthe. Calanthe knew what the queen thought of her, and was proud of it, and wanted it to remain that way.
“Cats are so lucky.” She told a black one who had just nuzzled her, incidentally named Lucky. “They don't have to go to social events such as these.”
Someone knocked on the door. “Come in.” Calanthe said.
In walked her sister, Yedda. “I hope your planning to come to the luncheon.” Yedda said with hands on hips. Yedda had the same hair and as Calanthe, but her eyes were not the piercing green, but a chocolate brown. Yedda, only eleven, was almost as tall as Calanthe almost four years her senior, thin, and graceful, while Calanthe was the average thinness and was clumsy, with no hand-eye coordination.
Yedda's bright red dress which had many jewels sown on it and a neck as low as one her age could get away with, and her bossiness and frivolousness showed her taking after Jollii.
Calanthe smiled, “Of course sister. I feel sorry for your future husband. What a bossy and hawk-like wife!” She was only joking of course, but Yedda didn't feel it was funny, for she came over and slapped her sister. Calanthe, stunned said, “Did you just slap me?”
“Yes I did, and if you don't watch you tongue, I'll have my future husband challenge whatever man who would defend your virtue.” Calanthe was shocked as her sister's response.
“Out, sister! I'm the elder. You shouldn't act that way to people, especially me!” Calanthe said sharply, and her sister stamped out of the room.
A minute later, Calanthe went to the door. “Farewell. Wish me luck.” A voice in her mind said, luck.
In the far northern mountains, the border between the southern lands, the countries of Gildor, Milekro, and Perose, an arm reached through newly laid snow. The blizzard which had been fierce around the hand's emergence ceased. The snow around the hand slowly melted. The rest of the arm became visible, then a head. The snow melted to show a girl, a girl named Talisa. She had dark black hair, which was cropped to her chin. Her eyes, unopened, were a chilly blue. She was a little taller than average for her age, which was thirteen. She had a wide figure, filled out a little too much to be attractive for the trait of thinness. Her skin was the dark color of the desert men, the color of coffee beans, of the desert in country of Dorneet. She wore what must have once been wool trousers and a coat lined with Mountain Leopard fur.
Talisa seemed to suddenly arouse herself. Her eyes flew open. She sat up, slowly. She spoke quietly, to the wind, “Where am I?”. Suddenly, memories of the past days flew into her brain. How the raiders has attacked her and her half-brother's home. How he and his wife led the servants in an attack against them. And how, after days, she had come out searching for them, finding their mangled bodies. She must have feinted at that point. Talisa stood up. After a second, she turned toward where home would be. She trudged up a slope. She reached the top. There, was a charred wooden skeleton of a grand house, already being covered by snow. Talisa felt tears sting upon her face. She walked through the front doorway. She heard a noise coming toward her. Her heartbeat increased. Was one of the raiders still here, intent on making sure everyone was dead? Then she saw a little brown blob. She realized it was her new puppy, the only survivor of the most recent litter of her old dog Daisy, who had died during birth. “Coco! Come here boy.” Talia knelt, and the little ball of energy jumped into her lap. As she petted him, calming him and herself, she realized that she had to leave her house, and find some safe town where she could take care of herself and the dog. A few minutes later she stood up. She found her pair of snowshoes, kept in the room she was now in. After she attached them, she walked into what used to be the kitchen. She looked around for food that hadn't been ruined. She gathered enough for what she believed to be a week for her and Coco. She found a knapsack and put the food in it. Talia thought about where she should go. She knew the name of her father's tribe. They were the Red Sword Hawk tribe. Her father would, hopefully, accept her, along with his tribe. However, Talia had grown up in the mountains, surrounded by people with skin as white as the snow they walked on. She felt comfortable with these people, and in the colder weather. To her green grass with moderate temperatures with people with lighter skin seemed less alien than the hot desert with wild people who spoke a different language and had a whole other culture. At least she would know what to do in cities, especially cold ones.
Talia gathered up other things they would need on their journey south, though gaps in the mountain range, through possibly hotter lands where the grass was seen all year. She got bundled up in clothes, sure she would need them in blizzards. She put her knapsack over back and grabbed a shovel by the old door. She, accompanied by her dog, walked out of the only home she could ever remember.
When she reached where she had awoken earlier, Talia was surprised, and horrified, to find all the snow had melted around her dead family. Talia began to dig a great pit. Seeing what she was doing, the puppy began to help with great enthusiasm. She took heart at watching him, and once the deemed the pit deep enough, she managed to carry all of her family and servants to the pit, where she rolled them into. Talia then began the laborious task of putting dirt
