A Queen's Memoirs
In the Beginning
When the Crowds are Gone by Savatage
I don't know where the years have gone
Memories can only last so long
Like faded photographs, forgotten songs
And the things I never knew
When the skin is thin, the heart shows through
Please believe me what I tell you is true
Where's the lights, turn 'em on again
One more night to believe and then
Another note for my requiem
A memory to carry on
The story's over when the crowds have gone
All my friends have been crucified
Made life a long suicide true
Guess we never figured out the rules
But I'm still alive, my fingers feel
Gonna play on till the final reel's through
And read the credits from a different view
Where's the lights, turn 'em on again
One more night to believe and then
Another note for my requiem
A memory to carry on
The story's over when the crowds have gone
When the crowds are gone
When the crowds are gone
And I'm all alone
Playing the saddest song
Now that the lights are gone
Turn them on again
One more time for me my friend
Turn 'em on again
I never wanted to know
Never wanted to see
I wasted my time
Till time wasted me
Never wanted to go
Always wanted to stay
'Cause the persons I am
Are the parts that I play
So I plot and I plan
Hope and I scheme
To the lure of a night
Filled with unfinished dreams
I'm holding on tight
To a world gone astray
As they charge me for years
I can no longer pay
Turn 'em on again (repeat)
I never wanted to know
Never wanted to see
I wasted my time
Till time wasted me
I Never wanted to go
Always wanted to stay
'Cause the persons I am
Are the parts that I play
The parts I play
And the light
Turn then off my friend
And the ghosts
Well just let them in
Cause in the dark
It's easier to see
The queen sat sadly in her chair, an open book in front of her. She dipped her pen into the ink well, and wrote.
My name is Laura. Fearing the worst at the hands of the Hylden, I felt impressed to write my life to this point. The Hylden had taken so much, if I should fall in battle at least this would stand as a memory to the way things were.
Let me start from the beginning...
I was human, born to poor human farmers on the eastern continent of nosgoth. At an early age I knew I was different from other children...
The forest echoed with a chorus of birds. The little blonde girl loved this place for this is where her friends lived. She was only five years old and her parents seemed to know if she ever disappeared, she would be here in this place playing with her imaginary friends.
She looked up at the magnificent gleaming white creature. "Mommy says that we might be able to get a puppy soon!" Tracing her finger around the mighty creature's cloven hoof, she looked back into his violet eyes then to the single ivory horn atop the horse-like creature's forehead.
Her little face crinkled in a contemplative expression. "Does that horn really heal with a touch?" But before the noble creature could answer, she was off playing with another friend, a treant. She was always playing with them, riding the unicorns, climbing the treants, dancing with the pixies, and playing with the pseudodragons.
No other humans had ever seen these creatures they passed them off as myths much like the black winged humanoids that once dwelt here. Even her parents hadn't seen them, they were either gone or hiding by the time they would find their little one.
Sometimes they wondered about her mentally. At times they would find their little girl alone talking in some strange tongue never knowing there was a pixie in the room and that they were speaking the sylvan language.
But this was only a glimpse of how extraordinary the little girl would become.
It was at puberty that she noticed even more changes. She felt as if the gods had touched her. She realized that throughout her entire life she had never been ill, not even a simple cold. Strangely she began to since evil, it came to her in a feeling of dread and darkness. Even her simple touch could heal a small wound. A local cleric had called her a paladin, and that her place was no longer with her parents.
So she was forced out at the tender age of 11...
*How is everyone? First story in along time. If you want more please review!
In the Beginning
When the Crowds are Gone by Savatage
I don't know where the years have gone
Memories can only last so long
Like faded photographs, forgotten songs
And the things I never knew
When the skin is thin, the heart shows through
Please believe me what I tell you is true
Where's the lights, turn 'em on again
One more night to believe and then
Another note for my requiem
A memory to carry on
The story's over when the crowds have gone
All my friends have been crucified
Made life a long suicide true
Guess we never figured out the rules
But I'm still alive, my fingers feel
Gonna play on till the final reel's through
And read the credits from a different view
Where's the lights, turn 'em on again
One more night to believe and then
Another note for my requiem
A memory to carry on
The story's over when the crowds have gone
When the crowds are gone
When the crowds are gone
And I'm all alone
Playing the saddest song
Now that the lights are gone
Turn them on again
One more time for me my friend
Turn 'em on again
I never wanted to know
Never wanted to see
I wasted my time
Till time wasted me
Never wanted to go
Always wanted to stay
'Cause the persons I am
Are the parts that I play
So I plot and I plan
Hope and I scheme
To the lure of a night
Filled with unfinished dreams
I'm holding on tight
To a world gone astray
As they charge me for years
I can no longer pay
Turn 'em on again (repeat)
I never wanted to know
Never wanted to see
I wasted my time
Till time wasted me
I Never wanted to go
Always wanted to stay
'Cause the persons I am
Are the parts that I play
The parts I play
And the light
Turn then off my friend
And the ghosts
Well just let them in
Cause in the dark
It's easier to see
The queen sat sadly in her chair, an open book in front of her. She dipped her pen into the ink well, and wrote.
My name is Laura. Fearing the worst at the hands of the Hylden, I felt impressed to write my life to this point. The Hylden had taken so much, if I should fall in battle at least this would stand as a memory to the way things were.
Let me start from the beginning...
I was human, born to poor human farmers on the eastern continent of nosgoth. At an early age I knew I was different from other children...
The forest echoed with a chorus of birds. The little blonde girl loved this place for this is where her friends lived. She was only five years old and her parents seemed to know if she ever disappeared, she would be here in this place playing with her imaginary friends.
She looked up at the magnificent gleaming white creature. "Mommy says that we might be able to get a puppy soon!" Tracing her finger around the mighty creature's cloven hoof, she looked back into his violet eyes then to the single ivory horn atop the horse-like creature's forehead.
Her little face crinkled in a contemplative expression. "Does that horn really heal with a touch?" But before the noble creature could answer, she was off playing with another friend, a treant. She was always playing with them, riding the unicorns, climbing the treants, dancing with the pixies, and playing with the pseudodragons.
No other humans had ever seen these creatures they passed them off as myths much like the black winged humanoids that once dwelt here. Even her parents hadn't seen them, they were either gone or hiding by the time they would find their little one.
Sometimes they wondered about her mentally. At times they would find their little girl alone talking in some strange tongue never knowing there was a pixie in the room and that they were speaking the sylvan language.
But this was only a glimpse of how extraordinary the little girl would become.
It was at puberty that she noticed even more changes. She felt as if the gods had touched her. She realized that throughout her entire life she had never been ill, not even a simple cold. Strangely she began to since evil, it came to her in a feeling of dread and darkness. Even her simple touch could heal a small wound. A local cleric had called her a paladin, and that her place was no longer with her parents.
So she was forced out at the tender age of 11...
*How is everyone? First story in along time. If you want more please review!