1st! MUST MENTION English is not my native language ! so! forgive my writing mistakes! sweatdrop heart Where the night touched the brightest light of the day, where all the flowers where covered in thorns but no rose had any spikes that is the land of the Forbidden kingdom witch no human has ever stepped. "There was never a Queen for this land, but always a angel for me."That was the phrase the King Hert said before he died.Taking after him the promise humans made not to conquest his kingdom. "As long as you will be alive, no human feet will touch your land, no breath of ours will take your air.But when death takes your hand in the dark, we will all come after your treasures..." As the pact said, the King decided to send his only son to turn in a war beast general to keep his land safe. As the moon got up it was time for the new King to rise , a child who never felt love surrounded by emotionless people. Tall thorn walls where surrounding the kingdom, but no match for the Knights who mercilessly vanished them as the war started one by one the servants of the King Hert died but none of them gave up the fight and none surrendered . When a voice of a human broke all the iron scratch sound and covered the battle horrible noise. "Surrender !" said the leader of the dark human army." Without your King you can not win against us! such creatures as you must die! we can not leave on the same earth!"but in that very moment the cutting edge of a spear broke his chest as he looked back seeing his right hand a War Lord who had the same blood in his vein ,his own nephew. "No God had said such a impossible thing... because we are all brothers...and they are brothers to each other... look at us.... we are not the same... but all of us! ALL OF US SHARE THE SAME FEELING IN OUT HEART! WITCH IS LOVE!"when all the crimson roses in the kingdom turned white as the new King stepped in the middle of the war. "I am no human, I am no magical creature,I am a mutt on the name Surrexit. But I am what can be created from both of this kingdoms witch is love....put your weapons down... as none of us want this war...." All the creatures looked at the young man seeing the kings kindness in him, but how could the king have a son with no queen? "We are not the same! we never hurt a human!" As those rude lies where told the thorns turned black and blood started to spread. Surrexit, looked at the roses and said out loud shocking the knights . "Don't cry mother... there was never a queen ... because she was human ... and hidden by father....she was killed with rose thorns by your fear of humans finding her here... both kingdom spread fear because they where scared of love. BUT what should we fear?! our brothers?! because we are beasts all of us in war! we are angels all of us for our beloved ones! lets make this kingdom one! and clean the blood from our past so the roses can be back white!" As everyone stopped dropping their weapons , the roses turned white and a warm wind got trow the warriors.As each took a rose and gave it to their new brothers and friends. As the queen appeared once more to disappear forever. So many years passed that no one remembers the truth and the 2 kingdoms that had their war of that they ever existed, the creatures do not even remember their power, but even now, we give roses to those we care about as a symbol of love.
THE END.heartheart
Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2015 10:09 am
This dear children is why we read and do not skim over. XD I wrote a bunch and then I went back to look at the rules before I got too too far. I saw rules 1 and 3 the first time and now i saw 2 about one page. I'll assume it to mean one page in Microsoft word and I'll paste it here after I fiddle with it.
"How much do you know about your father, little knight?" "Show yourself and face my blade!" This man was getting on her last nerve. He had stopped them before they reached Kurta, wrecked the supplies, nearly freed the prisoners and now she was stranded on the other side of the border stopping this man from following the cart and killing them. "So brave, young Rayvenne. Even when no one's around. Not even me." His sounds came from three directions at once." "I speak not to an apparition. I've already seen your face- now finish what you've started!" She kept herself in the open and her blade drawn. In time she would make him come to her if she could. That's the only way to gain back the advantage. "You never answered my question, little knight. How well do you know your father?" "I do not believe our relationship calls for such a personal interest in my affairs." "Doesn't it? Or do you even know who I am?" "Right now you are my enemy." "Wrong." "What would you have me call you after all this?" She chuckled aloud without fear. Then stood firm as he slowly stepped back into the clearing. "Uncle." "Well that was easy." "I'm not calling out 'uncle' I am your uncle!" His mystery faded and frustration clearly evident as he took down his mask and hood. She took a quick look up and down the man and groaned just as loud as her laughter. She didn't remember him, but he looked just like her mother and that brought back a dull, old memory. "My mother's twin." "She told you about me?" He sounded happy. "She told me you were dead." "She had to say that. I lose my mysterious, commanding presence when I'm alive." "I have no reason to take your word on this." "You have no reason not too." "If you are who you say you are then why did you stop us? Why did you show yourself now of all times?" "I've kept in touch with your mother. It was easier to do with you gone to training. I stopped you because you are old enough now for some sensitive information- and frankly... You just happened to be dropping by..." "You're crazy! You attack my men, jeopardize the mission just to do this!" "How else to get a knight's attention- or a brave knight alone?" "You got me. Now spill before I spill your guts." He flinched. "And before you ask, yes I would- I am in a foul disposition." "You have been told your father was a knight, Amberwield. Who died in battle." "Yes..." She already didn't like this. "His name full name was Germaine Amberwield Linchester." His words were light but powerfully articulated. "No..." "You were born shortly in the middle of the war, your mother never leaving her room in the castle. You were then sent into hiding with your mother when you were a few months old as protection." "Nonono..." "The King and his party were ambushed, the internal fights in the courts. The people who knew of your existence were servants and therefore useless the only one who could've validated you was-" "King Julian." "How do you know?" "He said something that gave it away." "Now you know." "You have terrible timing." "It's a gift." "What will you have me do?" She growled. "Take down the King? Try to find a group who's as crazy as I am?" "It will be easy enough for you to prove. Here." He handed her a small box. She still hesitated to sheath her sword. "This is the king's signet ring!" "The old signet ring. Your father gave it to your mother in case something like this should happen." "This is all insane. You want me to assume my place as queen- deal with Julian and any who support him, solidfy myself, clean up his mess and dear to god hope that war with the north doesn't break out in the process!" "You will succeed. You have your father in you." She stared at him. "And just a naughty pinch of your uncle." "Thank you, but how do I even get home? My horse is gone due to you, spooked him clean off." The man made a loud whistle. It took a few minutes but soon her horse had come back. "Calvin?" "My father's horse. He's stubborn, but he'll always come when needed." "I don't like you." "Fine by me."
This is everything I wrote on my first go before I saw the limit, and my first attempt at a shorter one that was just where the first part ended, but it was going to take too much developing to do it how I wanted- so I stopped at a good place, then wrote the entry. Placing it here so all who want to read it can. Somebody who has the time might as well enjoy it. (If you are reading it for fun I recommend starting with this then reading the entry- that's chronological order at least.)
"Rise, Sir- shall we go with Sir or should we say Madame?" The light-hearted jest was surprisingly heavy in the young girl's mind. Still on the ground, Rayvenne was inwardly refusing to stand until her name was said, no-matter the prefix. "Whichever you think is more appropriate, my lord." She hoped her anxiety didn't show in her voice. "To the one who fights like 10 men, I say rise! Sir. Rayvenne of Stalos." She slowly moved up from bended knee and moved her fist from the ground to her side. Her name was gonna be weird enough from now on, but that'll have to do. Women in Stalos have no last name until they're married- it makes things easier on several grounds, but no matter. She had a name now. One that flowed. And she had a mission. To protect the king in favorable and troublesome season. She looked across at his highness, who commended her. "Congratulations, sir knight. I'm sure your father would be proud." "Thank you, my lord. I shall not disappoint you." "Indeed you shant. I have high expectations for the daughter of Amberwield." His smile came from a place that was not genuine enough. "I'm sure you'll do great things." The split second after the word was done the door of the great hall opened and hit the stone walls with a thud. The sound resounded around the room as the voice rose even above it. "My lord!" He was obviously troubled. Troubled enough to forget not to look troubled in front of the court. Nice enough people, the court, just knee deep in gossip- if they were spooked the rest of the kingdom by extension would lose their lunch in a less-than-you'd-think amount of time. "What is it, Dmitri? You're journey was long, I see, but that's no need to get mud all over my guests." Dmitri finally caught himself and started to act in some semblence of normal. "Forgive my intrusion to your exaltation celebration, young miss. Though there are things we must speak of." "To my writing chamber." The king said. "We shall hear it there." "We, my lord?" "Of course. As my new head, I wish you with me at all times like these." She paused for a moment, it was so small it was hardly noticeable to anyone but herself. The king is not normally so generous. Why is she being made head of the guard? She responded in the only way she could. "I shall live and serve, my lord." "Also walk and talk." They made their way to the writing chamber quickly, it wasn't far. And the king made rules not to be disturbed when inside so it would take a true disaster to get someone to dare the door. Though Rayvenne had a feeling that had already happened. "Now Dmitri. Explain." "I was riding down from the Highlands bringing the supplies from Dover, Raciel, and Tyrion when I saw a grey cloud from the direction which i had come. Soon over the hill on horseback was an entire squadron of them and they then set their sights on me! They raced down to meet me- it didn't take them long to overpower my wagon. They would have killed me if not for wearing your crest, your highness." "Why would that stop criminals as these?" Rayvenne said. "They devastate at least one town, who knows what else to the rest. They shouldn't be afraid of the royal crest." "I continue." The king nodded that was well. "They sent message with me, and took the cargo saying 'Tell your lord the King that Valerot is coming. And that your nation shall burn as your town does." "Valerot! The nation to the north." This is bad.She thought. "King Shermaine is ever-bolder. How dare he taunt me like this." "Sir, if we fight I'm not sure how the tides will fair. The our men are already discontented. Their heart is not ready for war- I see no reason for them to protect which they do not want in the first place. Men may easily join Valerot on the day they raid their homes." "We must not faulter." The king replied. "Dmitri, pull together a marauder band. The usual kind. We shall set them lose on their border as they have attacked ours. Make haste." "Yes, my lord." "Wait!" She put her hand out to stop the aid from leaving. "Sir, I know you don't want this to return back to your name should the band fail, but we need your name right now. A band across the boarders will easily be speculated to belong to you, however that's all it will be. It will not be enough to scare Shermaine and his troops away." "Continue as planned." Rayvenne let the man leave. "I want you to join the marauders." "Sir?" "Sending them alone could be costing. We imprisoned them for a reason. You are my finest soldier. You will go with them to keep them in line. A team of four, the men of your choosing. Make you preparations." "Yes, my lord." She made a slight bow before departing. This is gonna be a lot more trouble than it's worth. Ever since the death of King Briggedon, things only seem to have been getting worse. In her eyes, she saw this coming, though she was not in a position to do anything but follow orders. King Jared, the dead king's close friend, is very much unlike his fellow. He enjoys the throne too much and does things that have given the men, in her honest opinion, every reason to want to join Valerot and Shermaine. If only King Jared where here She wished. It always surprised her how much time the king made for her. Listening to her frustrations and troubles. Not even her commanding officer would do a thing like that- no less the king! But that was the kind of man he was- kind. And loved people in general. His years were peaceful- but the hard times were on his heels. That is why she became a knight. To follow in her father's footsteps, yes, but moreso to help herself (it does pay well and that's hard for a woman to find) and the people who needed a helper. Her roots moved her to pity those in her former place. This assignment of men who were the complete opposite of her would prove quite the challenge. As she reached her quarters a loud cry filled the room. "To Sir Rayvenne of Stalos! May your enemies flee with their tails tucked under like the dogs they are!" She broke into a smile. "Brennin you are ever loud as always." "The rest of us didn't even yell it out, we were just mouthing it." Miela chimed in. "We managed to scrape this together for you." Martin stood with his hands behind his back. "Well what is it? Or shall I command the troops to seize it for me?" "Close your eyes first." "Oh come on." "Just do it." The rest nodded with him. "Fine!" I closed my eyes with a resounding flicker and waited as my arms were stretched out in front of me and a box was laid in it. "Open them." It was an unattractive box, but without ever meeting a box she really hit it off with she continued opening the package. A quick questioning glance around the room to her companions then slowly opening the lid. Upon removal there was a small locket, refinished and polished and sparkling in the intricate cagework of the metal and chain. So familiar to her yet it was brand new. "You... fixed it." "It took everything we had saved for the trip down to Ethos, but we agreed to start saving from the top." Martin stated. "This is your day and we wanted it to be the ultimate best ever!" Miela was fiery as always. "Again. Congratulations." A soft voice from the loud man, Brennin. "Oh thank you so much! To fix my father's locket... It means the world to me!" They were all standing around her anyway so she gave them all one giant hug. Which they returned in the only way possible, which was slightly clumsy and fumbling, but the point was made. "Though be careful this time. We don't want our hard work to go missing in battle." "Oh no of course not!." She was so happy she almost forgot to tell them the news. "The king has made me his Chief of the Guard." "What?" The cries came from the three almost in sync. "That's unheard of!" "Amazing." "That fits Raye though. Always full of surprises." "The situation is serious. We were attacked by men of Valerot. Three cities as far as we know were made to fall." The room was silent. "The King is sending a band of marauders to retaliate, men from our own prisons." She heard the grumble as that bit was relayed. "My orders are to go with the group with three others to make sure they stay in line." "Three of us, three is the need. There's no problem there." Brennin said for the rest. "We are strongest when we are together we shall not leave you alone!" "Huzzah!" "Thank you for having faith in me." She replied meekly. "Thank you for being one worthy of putting faith in." Miela nodded. The time for sentiment gone, her resolve returned. "Make your necessary arrangements. We leave in three hours. While you guys prepare I am going to learn about our new friends and buy some provisions. We will meet back here before we leave." "Yes, sir!" They replied in unison and they went their separate ways.
The journey was more than she ever imagined. It was supposed to be long and hard- it was a journey after all, but these criminals were… well… all you’d expect from a band of thieves and those worse-than. How the king expected any of them back was a miracle. How the king expected his little band to do anything worth the king of the north- worse than all the criminals in his land already do- was also beyond normal comprehension. At this pace they would reach Kurta by mid-day tomorrow. That would just time enough. “Brennin. Miela.” Sir Rayvenne abruptly called them. For now the rogues were in an enforced wagon, metal sheets with wood on both sides. Forever to make, but good for carrying both criminals and politicians for those who made that distinction. “Yes, sir.” “Aye.” The two knights horses pulled next to hers, the female knight taking a small lead. She wanted to make sure that their friends would not hear their conversation. “For now these men are enclosed, but tomorrow they will be on horseback with a plethora of parcels we no much want them to see- even worse hold. We have to have our minds about us since the king expects their recapture. They obviously are making their plans. They’ve been no trouble the ride up.” “What do you suggest, Rayv?” Brennin asked. “You are my best tactical.” Rayvenne turned to Miela. “And you are our logical brain. I speak this before the two of you for confirmation and ideas.” “We understand, Sir.” Miela reassured. A small smile before continuing. “The men will be released on Kurta, which is small by itself, but an important spot in Valerot- and most important, not far from the border. The three of us should be able to pick them off easily enough after they’ve had their share if we take flame across here.” She pulled out a small map their intel had given them. There was a large line that encircled almost the entire city with three small openings for each of them on the southern edge of town. “We get them in. We flame them out. We throw them in the wagon and speed back to home fast enough to catch a round at the pub before we go to sleep.” “It looks doable.” Miela mused. “Though tightening the gaps between the three of us would do well. Or one larger gap altogether.” “We’re supposed to bring them all back right? If we torch the city and don’t find the exits they’ll burn with it.” Brennin didn’t like the sound of that at all. Though he didn’t like their mission at all either, as a matter of fact none of them did but thems the breaks. “We’re telling the rogues about the ring. The fire will burn around town as hot as we can light it and have Martin launch torched arrows from the opposite end to speed it along and force them to leave in our direction.” "That... might actually work." Miela spoke up. "Just crazy enough." "My plans usually are." Rayvenne put away her map with a smirk. "Martin will come around the long end and give us the extra push we need to drive them into the wagon. I'd like it to be as swift and smooth as possible. We're designated civilians for this and these rags wont do much of anything for us. We've reached the border. We'll sleep here for a few hours not the entire night. The sooner we can reach it and finish the better." “Agreed.” The men nodded. “Once we’ve settled send Martin to me. I want to bring him up to speed.” “Aye sir.” “Resume your places.” Wordlessly the two men fell back. A few hours later they made camp at the border.
“Martin.” “Aye, my lady.” Martin insisted on calling her that, though she was not of any sort of noble blood. The went to the far side of camp away from the clearing. She make a quick yet thorough summary of the plan for tomorrow. “With your skills with the bow it’s doable, but I’m especially counting on you. We’ll need you for cover. It’ll be a longer way around but it’ll be slightly elevated from the opening we’ll leave. It should give you a good range to provide support since our young friends don’t want to return with us.” The criminals had been grumbling and complaining as the travels continued, but with so much to think about they were not her foremost worry until they were freed.
as you see, i'm dressed up as the queen of the kingdom heart
Long ago there was a great successful kingdom ruled by the Queen Clendora the sixth. The kingdom was made out of human eating creatures. That is why that certain kingdom was isolated from the rest of the world, except for when they go out to kill. But then one day three of the citizens were reported missing. The Queen became curious about this event and went out beyond the walls to check for them. She found them, well, their corpses along with a woman with blood stains running from her mouth down her garments and dress cloths. The woman said with a dreadful grin "I see the Queen became too curious for her guards. Perfect..."
The heavy wooden doors of the great hall were pushed open – the sound of creaking wood bringing an end to the dull murmur of conversation. A man entered... a soldier or a knight... clad in chain mail and with a heavy cloak resting over his shoulders – damp hair hung over his face, concealing his identity. His head was bowed as he entered... his steps uncertain... stumbling forward... one hand pressed to his side. His armour was torn, here – broken links of chain hanging uselessly. His hand was stained red.
He moved through the great hall. Various finely clad courtiers parted before him – watching him warily and whispering among themselves. At the far end of the hall was a raised dais of stone, and upon it rested two finely crafted chairs – thrones... seats of power for the reigning king, and his bride. Though, only one was occupied. The soldier's path was leading him directly to them.
The figure seated on one of the two ornate chairs was an older man, dressed in sombre, muted, colours – a stark contrast to the garish finery of the courtiers. A crown of gold circled his head, and a neatly trimmed beard, grey though flecked with patches of its original black, covered the lower half of his face. He leaned forward as the wounded soldier approached, watching – a faint frown marring weary features.
"My lord...", the soldier's voice was weak – he raised his head to regard his King, pushing wet and tangled strands of hair back from his face. A startled gasp ran through the gathered courtiers as they recognised on of their own beneath the grime. One of the King's own knights, clad as a common mercenary – a brigand, or a hired sword. "My lord... we were ambushed... I... I'm sorry."
A shocked murmur ran through the gathered crowd, tension and fear evident in the hushed voices, now. The King closed his raised, raising a hand to his face – for a moment, his weariness, and the pain and sorrow he felt, were clearly evident. "Were there any other survivors?"
"I... I'm sorry, my lord...", his breath came in ragged gasps, his teeth clenched against the pain of his would as he forced himself to continue, "...I... was barely able to escape myself...", he allowed himself another pause to catch his breath, "They... they knew exactly where we would be, my lord... I... I think there is a traitor in the court."
The tone of the murmured voices changed, becoming shocked and incredulous – more than one was staring openly at the wounded knight, now. "That is not a claim you should make lightly...", the moment past, the King's expression was stern, though touched with weariness, once more as he regarded his knight, "...do you have any evidence to support this?"
"I...", the knight's voice trailed off, seeming uncertain for a moment, before pressing on with a defiant frown, "yes, my lord... I do...."
"Well?"
The knight raised one hand, pointed to a figure standing on the stone dais, behind the King's throne – a young woman, attractive though severe, clad in a flowing gown that matched the sombre colours of the King. "Her, my lord... I know she is a guest in her court, and I know you care for her... but...", the knight trailed off once more, hesitating, before shaking his head and forcing the words past his lips before the King could interrupt, "...when you sent us out... I saw her... standing behind you... she was... smirking... my lord."
The King had pushed himself to his feet, a towering figure of noble authority, his lips parting to speak, though he blinked, brought to a sudden stop by his knights words, "excuse me?"
"Smirking, my lord... she was, uh... smirking."
The King looked back over one shoulder, toward the young woman – a frown marred her own features as she regarded the knight, "my lord... do we truly have to listen to this... this... nonsense!"
"I agree...", the King gave a nod, turning back to his knight, "...you are walking on dangerous ground... I would advise you to choose your words more carefully."
"N-no...", another figure stepped forward, a young woman clad in the simple clothing of a castle servant, she gave a curtsey, her voice trembling as she spoke, "I... I think he may be right... a week ago, remember..? When the villages were under attack... I... I'm sure I saw her standing at her window... watching... she was... she was... smirking, my lord!"
Another figure stepped forward, "yes... and, the week before that... when I was accused of poisoning those foreign nobles... you had the guards drag me off, and I saw her... standing behind you... watching... she was smirking!"
The murmuring of the gathered crowd grew louder, now, as another man came forward, dressed in the uniform of a castle guard. "And... the dragon... do you remember the dragon?", he had to shout to be heard over the sound of the crowd, now, "she was at her window, then, too... and, now that I think of it, I'm sure she was smirking."
"And... that time you almost married the woman that slipped you that love potion!"
"And... that time we all thought your son had been killed by bandits!"
"Or... that other time we all thought he'd been eaten by that troll!"
"What about that time you were sick... she did nothing but smirk that day!"
"It's like... every time things are going badly for us... there she is... smirking!"
"Enough!", the King's voice cut through the voices of the crowd, bringing silence to the room, "I refuse to listen to any of this... I have no reason to suspect that there is any basis to any of these wild accusations...."
A stunned gasp ran through the crowded – many hands raised and pointed toward the young woman standing behind the King. He turned quickly, catching sight of the triumphant smirk touching her lips. She attempted to compose herself, trying to force her features into an expression of wounded pride, "uh...."
The King could do little else but stare for a long moment, as stunned silence fell over the gathered crowd. "Alright...", he gave a curt wave of one hand, motioning his nearby guards toward the woman, "...I've heard enough... take her to the dungeons."
Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2015 6:08 pm
There once lived a kingdom on the forests edge that was ruled by a beloved Queen, she welcomed all creatures to her lands for she loved any and all races that touched down on God's green earth but all happy endings must come to an end and the Queen's ending came far too quickly.....
Days turned into months and months turned into years, still no one had the courage to take the throne for they did not want to ruin their Queen's memory that is until a group of soldiers rode through one day, for they had heard of the little kingdom without a ruler, the leader seemed kind enough and the people fell for every second of his foolish lie and they elected him King of the lands and his kind words turned into hate....
He had all the creatures locked up and made a slave, all who were not human, now you would think that everyone would bow down and accept the new ways, for they did not wish to die but that was not true, for one young elfling had grown tired of this all and decided that cruelty should not plague over these lands any longer. He would kill the king and be the hero everyone needed...
He quickly pulled his soft blonde hair out of his face, his blue eyes shined against the moonlight, he latched the string of arrows around his chest and held the bow in his hand,
"Today I shall avenge my people, I shall avenge the Queen...." he said quietly as he moved around the castle, elves were quiet creatures and he used this to his advantage as he moved behind a group of marching soldiers, he knew exactly where he was going and he had his eyes set on the doors as he rushed down the hall....
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