It was my seventeenth birthday and the night wind blew in my face. I stood
on the balcony of my room and looked over the gardens. I thought to
myself, do I really have everything like everyone says? I don't feel like
I do, I feel like a little bit of me is empty, so to speak. There's a
little spot in my heart that feels empty, although I know it's not. It's
been this way since I was eleven; this life, what is the point? I'm
royalty but I do not feel as though I am.
When I was eleven years old my little sister, Amethyst, caught fever. To think of seeing her suffer like that is still traumatizing. She'd call out in the middle of the night and I would run to her side and wet cloth to put on her forehead. Then one night she didn't call out to me, she slept soundly. In the morning when I went to wake her, she didn't wake up. I called to Abigail, but she rushed me out of the room and rushed in mother and father. Mother burst out of the room in a fit of tears, but Father stood over the bed as if he was in total shock. At the time I didn't know what happened but then I realized that she wasn't ever going to wake up. It was probably the worst day of my sheltered life.
We all had to wear black and go into a large hall. There were speakers and then they asked me to go up and say something about Amethyst. I went up to the podium to speak and I can remember what I said like it was yesterday.
"What can I say about my little sister? She was brave, kind, and above all she was my best friend. Although I am not the most eloquent public speaker I can express my dearest feelings here for my sister. I can remember the day that the griffin flew above and she screamed the loudest scream I ever heard. I grabbed onto her and squeezed as hard as I could. Then in jest I took out Father's sword and swung it in the air. Amethyst laughed so hard she forgot about the hideous bird. Until I dropped the sword and it hit me and to this day I have that awful scar on my arm.
But there was also there were the times when we would play games in the nursery. Those times are no more, and I regret every fight we ever had, I mostly regret all the time we weren't together, who knew that her life would end in her seventh year on this Earth. As humans we think we re immortal, but in all reality nothing is immortal aside from stone. If our lives were stone then there would be too much time and not enough to do. As I said the only things I can say are that she was brave, kind, and my best friend." By the end of my speech I had the group as well as myself in tears. Mother said that I was the best speaker there.
I went back to my party and saw every suitor there was. From the youngest boy, fifteen, to the oldest man, fifty-six. It's hard to believe all these men were here to win my heart. One did catch my eye, a twenty year old prince from Caterlin; I think his name was Jesope. He was a divine dancer and cunning conversationalist, if I do say so myself. We talked for a while and I learned that he knew several other languages including, Relikian, Gerinish, Elfan, and Trollish. That is exceptional because the hardest language to learn is Trollish. I know a few terms such as Téshin, or forgive and Rengdïshinô, or peace. To tell you the truth there are not that many harsh words in the Trollish language, they're very peaceful creatures. Any way, there is another ball tomorrow and I am looking forward to seeing Jesope.
Any way, after the ball I went to my room and stood on the balcony. I looked over the edge to the gardens and to the Red Moon Lake. The reason the lake is called Red Moon Lake is because of scarlet water, native to my homeland. Then in the midst of the gardens a white figure moved around the flower beds and when it stopped I could tell that it was a unicorn. Its horse like appearance is deceiving; the horn is only visible at night. During the day they can change from a pure white horned beast, to a regular horse. They change colors like an octopus. Any way the unicorn was drinking and suddenly the scarlet water turned crystal blue. But as soon as he or she stopped drinking it turned red again. The blue water only happens when a sorcerer is born. Up from the water came a funnel and out of that funnel came a boy, 18 years old. He was dressed in a golden robe and it was as though he was laid on the grass. I ran downstairs and into the garden.
I knelt near the boy's body and picked up his head. There was a distinguishing characteristic about his face, his blue lips, all sorcerers have them. Also when he opened his eyes they were piercing green, just like the books said they would be. He shook his head and sat up. He immediately asked, "Who are you and where am I?"
I hushed him from his panic and then quietly answered. I said, "Don't worry, I'm Princess Trinity of Hespen and you are at my home. You are a sorcerer and I witnessed the whole thing, and I must say it was amazing. First the water funnel, then the golden robe, and now this it's all too amazing. But any way stay right here and I'll go get Father." I left him on the ground and ran to Father. As I told him he started to run towards the gardens. Father lifted him up and brought him inside. I guess Father gave him the name Restolin, in Trollish it means stranger. Father speaks fluent Trollish, just as Jesope does.
After that I went up to my room again and looked at the toys of my childhood, especially Agnes, my doll. I could always talk to her about anything and she wouldn't criticize or give advice, all she would do is listen. Mother was quick to judge, and Father was always quoting, "The Book of Inspirational Wisdom." That's why I always talked to Agnes.
But on the other hand I wrote about Restolin in my diary, I wrote:
Dear Diary,
I witnessed the birth of a sorcerer, or more commonly known as a wizard. Father gave him the name Restolin, after the Trollish word for stranger. He is six feet tall, as all sorcerers are. His blue lips and green eyes give him away. In fact he is the typical sorcerer in any books description. The only thing he lacked was the blond hair; his hair is as black as the starry night. It's quite odd.
There was also the ball, it was amazing, and I had a wonderful time. I met many young suitors, from fifteen to fifty-six years old. The one that caught my eye was a twenty year old prince from Caterlin. He speaks many languages, and most impressive is that he speaks Trollish. Any way it is late and I must get my sleep.
Trinity
I went to bed.
The next morning I got into my clothes and went down to breakfast. At breakfast I hade a scone smeared with strawberry marmalade. After that I went to the garden and examined the crimson water. I looked into it and saw a blurry reflection. The reflection was not of me, it was of two people, dancing. Then I threw a rock onto the reflection and there was my face. The trolls always said that red water had more power than the common purple water. But what is it that makes it powerful? An old elfan tale is that a dragon had died and fell into a pool of water and then died.
Another thing that is a mystery is do why the trolls only come out in the afternoon between one o'clock and four o'clock? Is it the safety of the light, or is it just tradition? I guess no one will ever know. There are many things that no one will ever know, but that doesn't concern me. Any way as I walked through the garden I stopped to smell these bright blue flowers, rather an iridescent blue. I was ready to pick one but a little pink bug flew out of the bush and seemed as though it was defended the blue flower. I quickly let go of it and walked along. I stumbled onto Restolin reading a passage from his sorcerer study book. I stood behind him hoping to catch a glimpse of something, but all I saw were a bunch of Trollish words. He turned quickly and said, "What is it Princess?"
"Oh nothing, I wanted to see what you were reading," I said.
"Why did you want to, it's nothing but a boring witchcraft book, all the spells I need to know and some are optional. It's nothing interesting to a mortal, just some Trollish gibberish."
"I beg your pardon but I was interested and I may just be a mortal but if I dare say I am the crown princess of Hespen so I would hold my tongue if I were you!"
"Well I am sorry Princess, but it does not matter to me because I unlike you will live forever. So I will see many more people in my time and I will get to insult many more important people, other than you."
"You are simply a rude and obnoxious cretin!"
"If I am such a cretin to you then what can a make of you besides a buffoon and a spoiled princess?"
"You can make of me your superior and righteous leader, and beside that I don't know much about you so what's to say that I will not discover your flaws later in time?"
"Whatever you wish to think, you're Majesty."
"Are you mocking me?"
"Why would I mock you, you're Majesty?"
"Now you are asking to die," and with that I punched him in the face. I know it was not right of me, but no one mocks me! After that I went to the library and looked into "Mythical Creatures." Under sorcerer it said;
"A sorcerer or more commonly known as a wizard. A sorcerer is a mythical creature that is formed when a unicorn of pure white drinks out of pool of red water in the middle of the night.
The general characteristics of a sorcerer are their immense height, their green eyes, and especially their blue lips. They are immortal, but can be killed by unnatural accidents, such as battles and accidents. They are immune to old age and sickness. They age slower than humans, but their physical appearance ages while the inside of the body remains the same. There has never been a union between two sorcerers, seldom do they even marry. When they marry they marry mortals and usually children come out of these unions. Some other important thing about the sorcerer is that they can tap into your thoughts. So you'd be best not to think your most personal thoughts in front of them."
Wow, they can read minds! I hope I didn't think about any thing personal in front of Restolin. Any way I had to go up to my room to prepare for the ball.
When I was eleven years old my little sister, Amethyst, caught fever. To think of seeing her suffer like that is still traumatizing. She'd call out in the middle of the night and I would run to her side and wet cloth to put on her forehead. Then one night she didn't call out to me, she slept soundly. In the morning when I went to wake her, she didn't wake up. I called to Abigail, but she rushed me out of the room and rushed in mother and father. Mother burst out of the room in a fit of tears, but Father stood over the bed as if he was in total shock. At the time I didn't know what happened but then I realized that she wasn't ever going to wake up. It was probably the worst day of my sheltered life.
We all had to wear black and go into a large hall. There were speakers and then they asked me to go up and say something about Amethyst. I went up to the podium to speak and I can remember what I said like it was yesterday.
"What can I say about my little sister? She was brave, kind, and above all she was my best friend. Although I am not the most eloquent public speaker I can express my dearest feelings here for my sister. I can remember the day that the griffin flew above and she screamed the loudest scream I ever heard. I grabbed onto her and squeezed as hard as I could. Then in jest I took out Father's sword and swung it in the air. Amethyst laughed so hard she forgot about the hideous bird. Until I dropped the sword and it hit me and to this day I have that awful scar on my arm.
But there was also there were the times when we would play games in the nursery. Those times are no more, and I regret every fight we ever had, I mostly regret all the time we weren't together, who knew that her life would end in her seventh year on this Earth. As humans we think we re immortal, but in all reality nothing is immortal aside from stone. If our lives were stone then there would be too much time and not enough to do. As I said the only things I can say are that she was brave, kind, and my best friend." By the end of my speech I had the group as well as myself in tears. Mother said that I was the best speaker there.
I went back to my party and saw every suitor there was. From the youngest boy, fifteen, to the oldest man, fifty-six. It's hard to believe all these men were here to win my heart. One did catch my eye, a twenty year old prince from Caterlin; I think his name was Jesope. He was a divine dancer and cunning conversationalist, if I do say so myself. We talked for a while and I learned that he knew several other languages including, Relikian, Gerinish, Elfan, and Trollish. That is exceptional because the hardest language to learn is Trollish. I know a few terms such as Téshin, or forgive and Rengdïshinô, or peace. To tell you the truth there are not that many harsh words in the Trollish language, they're very peaceful creatures. Any way, there is another ball tomorrow and I am looking forward to seeing Jesope.
Any way, after the ball I went to my room and stood on the balcony. I looked over the edge to the gardens and to the Red Moon Lake. The reason the lake is called Red Moon Lake is because of scarlet water, native to my homeland. Then in the midst of the gardens a white figure moved around the flower beds and when it stopped I could tell that it was a unicorn. Its horse like appearance is deceiving; the horn is only visible at night. During the day they can change from a pure white horned beast, to a regular horse. They change colors like an octopus. Any way the unicorn was drinking and suddenly the scarlet water turned crystal blue. But as soon as he or she stopped drinking it turned red again. The blue water only happens when a sorcerer is born. Up from the water came a funnel and out of that funnel came a boy, 18 years old. He was dressed in a golden robe and it was as though he was laid on the grass. I ran downstairs and into the garden.
I knelt near the boy's body and picked up his head. There was a distinguishing characteristic about his face, his blue lips, all sorcerers have them. Also when he opened his eyes they were piercing green, just like the books said they would be. He shook his head and sat up. He immediately asked, "Who are you and where am I?"
I hushed him from his panic and then quietly answered. I said, "Don't worry, I'm Princess Trinity of Hespen and you are at my home. You are a sorcerer and I witnessed the whole thing, and I must say it was amazing. First the water funnel, then the golden robe, and now this it's all too amazing. But any way stay right here and I'll go get Father." I left him on the ground and ran to Father. As I told him he started to run towards the gardens. Father lifted him up and brought him inside. I guess Father gave him the name Restolin, in Trollish it means stranger. Father speaks fluent Trollish, just as Jesope does.
After that I went up to my room again and looked at the toys of my childhood, especially Agnes, my doll. I could always talk to her about anything and she wouldn't criticize or give advice, all she would do is listen. Mother was quick to judge, and Father was always quoting, "The Book of Inspirational Wisdom." That's why I always talked to Agnes.
But on the other hand I wrote about Restolin in my diary, I wrote:
Dear Diary,
I witnessed the birth of a sorcerer, or more commonly known as a wizard. Father gave him the name Restolin, after the Trollish word for stranger. He is six feet tall, as all sorcerers are. His blue lips and green eyes give him away. In fact he is the typical sorcerer in any books description. The only thing he lacked was the blond hair; his hair is as black as the starry night. It's quite odd.
There was also the ball, it was amazing, and I had a wonderful time. I met many young suitors, from fifteen to fifty-six years old. The one that caught my eye was a twenty year old prince from Caterlin. He speaks many languages, and most impressive is that he speaks Trollish. Any way it is late and I must get my sleep.
Trinity
I went to bed.
The next morning I got into my clothes and went down to breakfast. At breakfast I hade a scone smeared with strawberry marmalade. After that I went to the garden and examined the crimson water. I looked into it and saw a blurry reflection. The reflection was not of me, it was of two people, dancing. Then I threw a rock onto the reflection and there was my face. The trolls always said that red water had more power than the common purple water. But what is it that makes it powerful? An old elfan tale is that a dragon had died and fell into a pool of water and then died.
Another thing that is a mystery is do why the trolls only come out in the afternoon between one o'clock and four o'clock? Is it the safety of the light, or is it just tradition? I guess no one will ever know. There are many things that no one will ever know, but that doesn't concern me. Any way as I walked through the garden I stopped to smell these bright blue flowers, rather an iridescent blue. I was ready to pick one but a little pink bug flew out of the bush and seemed as though it was defended the blue flower. I quickly let go of it and walked along. I stumbled onto Restolin reading a passage from his sorcerer study book. I stood behind him hoping to catch a glimpse of something, but all I saw were a bunch of Trollish words. He turned quickly and said, "What is it Princess?"
"Oh nothing, I wanted to see what you were reading," I said.
"Why did you want to, it's nothing but a boring witchcraft book, all the spells I need to know and some are optional. It's nothing interesting to a mortal, just some Trollish gibberish."
"I beg your pardon but I was interested and I may just be a mortal but if I dare say I am the crown princess of Hespen so I would hold my tongue if I were you!"
"Well I am sorry Princess, but it does not matter to me because I unlike you will live forever. So I will see many more people in my time and I will get to insult many more important people, other than you."
"You are simply a rude and obnoxious cretin!"
"If I am such a cretin to you then what can a make of you besides a buffoon and a spoiled princess?"
"You can make of me your superior and righteous leader, and beside that I don't know much about you so what's to say that I will not discover your flaws later in time?"
"Whatever you wish to think, you're Majesty."
"Are you mocking me?"
"Why would I mock you, you're Majesty?"
"Now you are asking to die," and with that I punched him in the face. I know it was not right of me, but no one mocks me! After that I went to the library and looked into "Mythical Creatures." Under sorcerer it said;
"A sorcerer or more commonly known as a wizard. A sorcerer is a mythical creature that is formed when a unicorn of pure white drinks out of pool of red water in the middle of the night.
The general characteristics of a sorcerer are their immense height, their green eyes, and especially their blue lips. They are immortal, but can be killed by unnatural accidents, such as battles and accidents. They are immune to old age and sickness. They age slower than humans, but their physical appearance ages while the inside of the body remains the same. There has never been a union between two sorcerers, seldom do they even marry. When they marry they marry mortals and usually children come out of these unions. Some other important thing about the sorcerer is that they can tap into your thoughts. So you'd be best not to think your most personal thoughts in front of them."
Wow, they can read minds! I hope I didn't think about any thing personal in front of Restolin. Any way I had to go up to my room to prepare for the ball.