I haven't given up on Nuala, I'm just doing this story (which will be VERY short) because at the moment I have exams and all that crap and think that if I can't concentrate on Nuala it won't turn out so well. Not that I'm not going to try with this story, I am :)
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~Vwez's statue~
Once upon a time there was an old king who loved his sons very much, despite his wife's death during childbirth. Domnik was the older brother; tall and slim with a wiry build that belied his true strength. He had scholarly looks, a pointed nose and prominent cheekbones, he was handsome and shy. Domnik had a wife, Svetshala, and they were deeply in love, the couple looking to inherit the king's throne when they bore a child.
The younger, Vwez, was athletic and hale. He shared his dark hair and cheekbones with his brother but that was where the similarities ended. Vwez hated to learn, he disliked anything that wasn't outdoors. He was a fighter, a warrior and used every moment he could to practice his skills with weaponry. He was fast and strong, brave and handsome, yet he had no love, no wife, no sweetheart. His father worried that he would never find someone to care for as he had, as Domnik had. But Vwez didn't care for such things, instead spending his time practicing and riding.
The palace in which they lived was pure white. The walls were white, the pillars were white, even the servants wore white. The king, and kings past, thought this to be a godly colour; white like the clouds of heaven. Surrounding the palace were multiple statues of marble. They stood, motionless faces and hands, cold and silent. They stood in wind and rain, sun and storm. When war struck many were ruined, half mangled faces mourning the blood and death.
But there stood one statue, on the outskirts of the king's estate. Crouched, head bowed, solemnity etched into its every feature. A woman, on her knees with a hand outstretched as if wanting another hand to warm her own. The rain had stained her cheeks and every day it seemed she had something to grieve for, the tears constantly rolling down her smooth round cheeks.
Vwez had come across this sculpture as a boy, roaming the grounds with the curiosity the young always seem to contain. He had been instantly captivated, staring at that saddened face for hours. This had gone on for years; Vwez stole out to the secluded courtyards and sat gazing at it for hours until he was sure someone would come looking. Wanting to keep his find secret he would run to the stables and help out the boys that worked there until he was called for training. No one knew what he did and no one questioned him.
So Vwez would visit his statue every day. Every second he spent with it brought his heart closer and closer to that edge. One step and he would fall in love. Irrevocably.
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So yeaaah, that's the first chapter :) hope you enjoyed and yeah.
This is a take on the fairy tale "In love with a statue" Which I really liked :3
-Untold