Memories
Finally I get a chance to type my story. Blazing Dragons fic here baby. Very funny show, I recommend you see it if you never have. Only problem is they are only showing it the BBC now . Oh well. Anyway Legal stuff : None of the characters or places mentioned within story are mine. Only the idea of the story is mine. DiC and Nelvana own everything else. So stop nagging me!! ^_^ ! Thank you
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Memories
Chapter 1: Flame's Lament
Princess Flame walked the lonely corridors of castle Camelhot. She gently touched the wall hangings, remembering the simple ness of her childhood in this place. The shadows of the past still loomed overhead in each of the rooms and halls. The air in the castle was still thick with the smell of smoke from the fire of torches and chimneys, that so faithfully lit the halls and warmed the sleeping bodies at night.
Flame slowly made her way up the stairs. The stone on them was cracking and breaking away like bark from rotting tree. Her first encounter upstairs was the knights hall. The knights bedchambers lay untouched, each one still in its own décor and each one still holding onto its memories. She passed by each room and tried to pull up a memory of the particular knight that dwelled within each one. Some were harder to remember that others. She passed by each room until she got to the final one. She smiled and entered the room. This one was the biggest compared to the others and the one that held a lot of memories for her. Her carefree days of youth were spent mainly here, terrorizing Sir Loungealot , the knight who lived only to make himself look better. She smiled to herself as she remembered the commotion she and Flicker caused, but as quickly as the happiness overcame her, it vanished.
Other memories flooded her mind as well. Horrible memories of betrayal and anger. The feelings she received from the room were both good and bad. The feelings overwhelmed her and she began to sob. So many times had she done this over the years.
Flame composed herself and decided it best if she leave. She gently closed the door behind her and continued her trek through the castle.
As she rounded the corner she passed the stone mosaic of her father and mother. Flame touched the picture of her mother longingly. It had been many years since her mothers passing, but the memory was still fresh on her mind. Everyday Flame was reminded of her mothers passing because of that devil woman her father married after her real mother died. Anger coursed through her as she remembered the way her step mother treated her father and her. How Griddle took advantage of them and how she treated Flame like she knew nothing. Flame realized the hate she felt and looked away from her mothers picture, embarrassed. Her mother would be so disappointed in her. Flame turned from the picture and walked down to the end of the hall.
Flame reached the end of the hall ad stood before a small wooden door. She touched the coarse wood tenderly as a flood of memories overwhelmed her. So many memories came to mind. Her heart jumped to her throat and tears welled up in her eyes. Flame took a deep breath to calm herself, then she opened the door.
The walls and tables lay untouched. Everything still in its place. From every invention to every idea Flicker ever put on paper, it was still here. Flame sighed as she walked around the room, promising herself not to cry. Flame's head spun as years of memories poured into her. So many things happened in such a short time. Was it really supposed to be this way? How much longer could she take it?
Flame walked over to Flickers nightstand and picked up the picture that was laying there. It was of her and Flicker after the Tournament Day fiasco. They both looked so happy. Flame couldn't stand it anymore. She flung herself onto the bed and sobbed.
"Why Flicker? Why did you have to leave?!"
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I know technically they didn't have cameras back in the middle ages but in one episode of season two some of the knights go to Egypt and Flicker takes their picture in front of the Sphinx and the flash from the camera causes the Sphinx to come alive and then the knights got to change it back before it destroys all of Egypt. Whew! That was a long run on sentence. Oh and I'm sorry if my grammars really bad the lie/lay thing really confuses me sometimes. Peace out ^_^! Josie B.
Finally I get a chance to type my story. Blazing Dragons fic here baby. Very funny show, I recommend you see it if you never have. Only problem is they are only showing it the BBC now . Oh well. Anyway Legal stuff : None of the characters or places mentioned within story are mine. Only the idea of the story is mine. DiC and Nelvana own everything else. So stop nagging me!! ^_^ ! Thank you
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Memories
Chapter 1: Flame's Lament
Princess Flame walked the lonely corridors of castle Camelhot. She gently touched the wall hangings, remembering the simple ness of her childhood in this place. The shadows of the past still loomed overhead in each of the rooms and halls. The air in the castle was still thick with the smell of smoke from the fire of torches and chimneys, that so faithfully lit the halls and warmed the sleeping bodies at night.
Flame slowly made her way up the stairs. The stone on them was cracking and breaking away like bark from rotting tree. Her first encounter upstairs was the knights hall. The knights bedchambers lay untouched, each one still in its own décor and each one still holding onto its memories. She passed by each room and tried to pull up a memory of the particular knight that dwelled within each one. Some were harder to remember that others. She passed by each room until she got to the final one. She smiled and entered the room. This one was the biggest compared to the others and the one that held a lot of memories for her. Her carefree days of youth were spent mainly here, terrorizing Sir Loungealot , the knight who lived only to make himself look better. She smiled to herself as she remembered the commotion she and Flicker caused, but as quickly as the happiness overcame her, it vanished.
Other memories flooded her mind as well. Horrible memories of betrayal and anger. The feelings she received from the room were both good and bad. The feelings overwhelmed her and she began to sob. So many times had she done this over the years.
Flame composed herself and decided it best if she leave. She gently closed the door behind her and continued her trek through the castle.
As she rounded the corner she passed the stone mosaic of her father and mother. Flame touched the picture of her mother longingly. It had been many years since her mothers passing, but the memory was still fresh on her mind. Everyday Flame was reminded of her mothers passing because of that devil woman her father married after her real mother died. Anger coursed through her as she remembered the way her step mother treated her father and her. How Griddle took advantage of them and how she treated Flame like she knew nothing. Flame realized the hate she felt and looked away from her mothers picture, embarrassed. Her mother would be so disappointed in her. Flame turned from the picture and walked down to the end of the hall.
Flame reached the end of the hall ad stood before a small wooden door. She touched the coarse wood tenderly as a flood of memories overwhelmed her. So many memories came to mind. Her heart jumped to her throat and tears welled up in her eyes. Flame took a deep breath to calm herself, then she opened the door.
The walls and tables lay untouched. Everything still in its place. From every invention to every idea Flicker ever put on paper, it was still here. Flame sighed as she walked around the room, promising herself not to cry. Flame's head spun as years of memories poured into her. So many things happened in such a short time. Was it really supposed to be this way? How much longer could she take it?
Flame walked over to Flickers nightstand and picked up the picture that was laying there. It was of her and Flicker after the Tournament Day fiasco. They both looked so happy. Flame couldn't stand it anymore. She flung herself onto the bed and sobbed.
"Why Flicker? Why did you have to leave?!"
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I know technically they didn't have cameras back in the middle ages but in one episode of season two some of the knights go to Egypt and Flicker takes their picture in front of the Sphinx and the flash from the camera causes the Sphinx to come alive and then the knights got to change it back before it destroys all of Egypt. Whew! That was a long run on sentence. Oh and I'm sorry if my grammars really bad the lie/lay thing really confuses me sometimes. Peace out ^_^! Josie B.
