Krysma Part:1
"Please Mom, please tell me a story! The one about the Princess!" Nefertirtir begged her mother, Jess. "The story about Krysma? Okay. So be it." She smiled at the young Desert Kougra's enthusiasm.
There once was a fair Desert Kougra named Krysma. She was the Princess of all the Kougras in Egypt. She had the most beautiful glossy coat, and was envied by the other females, admired by the males. She had no interest in their beliefs of her however. She only required that they showed her the proper respect of a princess, and she in turn would respect their wishes. (To a certain extent of course.)
One day she went into her palace, and found her mother sitting on her throne with a stern look on her face. "Is something the matter Mother?"She said with concern. "The Lupes are attacking."she said plainly. Krysma's jaw dropped. "What?! Where's Father?" "Speaking to the people. He's on the podium now."
Krysma ran to the place her mother had told her her Father was. The crowd applauded as their beloved Princess ran onto the elevated platform. "Just a minute Krysma."he whispered. "Now, I know you are angry about these recent attacks. But the people of Kougarian Egypt will NOT tolerate this great injustice to our kind! I propose we stand up, and FIGHT BACK!" he yelled. The crowd roared with applause and approval of the King's words.
After the moving speech was over, Krysma asked him if she could have a word. "Sure Krysma. What is it?" "Well, first of all, WHAT HAPPENED??" He jumped at her loud voice. "Calm down Krysma!" "CALM DOWN," she roared," I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!" "okay, okay Krysma. We were out in the Jarkwen Bay, fishing for oysters and clams. Then a huge ship full of the dreaded Lupe rebels sailed in and opened fire on civilians. By the time word of this reached me, a second killing had been confirmed in our main city, Nashwec. It seems that a whole army of those blasted rebels came in and massacred almost half the population. I'm still getting reports of missing husbands, wives, daughters, sons. We've already of course filed a formal complaint with the main Lupe Alliance, but I fear there's nothing they can do about these heathens." Krysma sputtered with rage at her Father's recalling of the day's events. "Why wasn't I informed?" she managed to blurt out. "I was too busy with the complaints, dear Krysma. No one even thought of you during that madness." She regained her composure. "Yes, yes. I'm sure."
"You will of course be taking action against the Rebels Father?" said Krysma, imagining the small country of the rebels, Graythe, burnt to a crisp from Kougarian's fury. "I just don't know Krysma."he said sadly,"the Kougarian Army isn't what it used to be." "Well, why don't we send someone over to Graythe and see if their army is any better off?" she said slightly irritated. "It's too dangerous!" "Not for me." "Surely you won't go! I forbid it! Promise me!" "Of course Father."said Krysma, who had absolutely no intention of keeping that promise.
They'd hurt her people! The peaceful, gentle people of Kougaria could never have done anything to deserve such madness! The Kougarians hadn't even been in a war for centuries. That was, until the Rebel Lupe Alliance was formed in Graythe. It was at the coming acme of Lupe society, when a small rebel force sprang up. They cried out against their government for the right to hate their natural enemy, the Kougra. Of course, the Lupe Alliance refused without a second thought. Kougaria had become their greatest ally and friend. But that was not enough to deter the evil likes of the Rebel Alliance. They took up a new name at this point--The RedTails. Every member of the Rebel RedTails has a read bandanna tied at the very base of their tale.
"I'll go over there myself!" Krysma angrily muttered to herself, trudging back inside. Her stomping up the stairs to her room, rang through the halls and echoed off the shining marble walls. She went into her room and snatched up the ugliest brown cloak she could find. She picked up a small bag, and packed in it her crown, a large piece of cheese, and a small loaf of bread. She also filled a small canteen with water, and hung it at her hip, alongside her trusty dagger. The she draped the cloak over her shoulders, and lifted the hood to her head. She tried her best not to look like a proud royal, as she went back down the stairs, and into the streets among her people.
She walked off into the sunset after a long day trudging through the bustling town.
Jess looked up and saw that her little Nefertirtir had fallen asleep. "Sweet Dreams Princess. The rest of the story will be here when you awake."
"Please Mom, please tell me a story! The one about the Princess!" Nefertirtir begged her mother, Jess. "The story about Krysma? Okay. So be it." She smiled at the young Desert Kougra's enthusiasm.
There once was a fair Desert Kougra named Krysma. She was the Princess of all the Kougras in Egypt. She had the most beautiful glossy coat, and was envied by the other females, admired by the males. She had no interest in their beliefs of her however. She only required that they showed her the proper respect of a princess, and she in turn would respect their wishes. (To a certain extent of course.)
One day she went into her palace, and found her mother sitting on her throne with a stern look on her face. "Is something the matter Mother?"She said with concern. "The Lupes are attacking."she said plainly. Krysma's jaw dropped. "What?! Where's Father?" "Speaking to the people. He's on the podium now."
Krysma ran to the place her mother had told her her Father was. The crowd applauded as their beloved Princess ran onto the elevated platform. "Just a minute Krysma."he whispered. "Now, I know you are angry about these recent attacks. But the people of Kougarian Egypt will NOT tolerate this great injustice to our kind! I propose we stand up, and FIGHT BACK!" he yelled. The crowd roared with applause and approval of the King's words.
After the moving speech was over, Krysma asked him if she could have a word. "Sure Krysma. What is it?" "Well, first of all, WHAT HAPPENED??" He jumped at her loud voice. "Calm down Krysma!" "CALM DOWN," she roared," I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!" "okay, okay Krysma. We were out in the Jarkwen Bay, fishing for oysters and clams. Then a huge ship full of the dreaded Lupe rebels sailed in and opened fire on civilians. By the time word of this reached me, a second killing had been confirmed in our main city, Nashwec. It seems that a whole army of those blasted rebels came in and massacred almost half the population. I'm still getting reports of missing husbands, wives, daughters, sons. We've already of course filed a formal complaint with the main Lupe Alliance, but I fear there's nothing they can do about these heathens." Krysma sputtered with rage at her Father's recalling of the day's events. "Why wasn't I informed?" she managed to blurt out. "I was too busy with the complaints, dear Krysma. No one even thought of you during that madness." She regained her composure. "Yes, yes. I'm sure."
"You will of course be taking action against the Rebels Father?" said Krysma, imagining the small country of the rebels, Graythe, burnt to a crisp from Kougarian's fury. "I just don't know Krysma."he said sadly,"the Kougarian Army isn't what it used to be." "Well, why don't we send someone over to Graythe and see if their army is any better off?" she said slightly irritated. "It's too dangerous!" "Not for me." "Surely you won't go! I forbid it! Promise me!" "Of course Father."said Krysma, who had absolutely no intention of keeping that promise.
They'd hurt her people! The peaceful, gentle people of Kougaria could never have done anything to deserve such madness! The Kougarians hadn't even been in a war for centuries. That was, until the Rebel Lupe Alliance was formed in Graythe. It was at the coming acme of Lupe society, when a small rebel force sprang up. They cried out against their government for the right to hate their natural enemy, the Kougra. Of course, the Lupe Alliance refused without a second thought. Kougaria had become their greatest ally and friend. But that was not enough to deter the evil likes of the Rebel Alliance. They took up a new name at this point--The RedTails. Every member of the Rebel RedTails has a read bandanna tied at the very base of their tale.
"I'll go over there myself!" Krysma angrily muttered to herself, trudging back inside. Her stomping up the stairs to her room, rang through the halls and echoed off the shining marble walls. She went into her room and snatched up the ugliest brown cloak she could find. She picked up a small bag, and packed in it her crown, a large piece of cheese, and a small loaf of bread. She also filled a small canteen with water, and hung it at her hip, alongside her trusty dagger. The she draped the cloak over her shoulders, and lifted the hood to her head. She tried her best not to look like a proud royal, as she went back down the stairs, and into the streets among her people.
She walked off into the sunset after a long day trudging through the bustling town.
Jess looked up and saw that her little Nefertirtir had fallen asleep. "Sweet Dreams Princess. The rest of the story will be here when you awake."