Dear Readers who probably clicked on this by accident and have no interest in this story at all though I would hope otherwise,
I have only recently joined FF.Net, but I have been reading fics on here for a while. In such time I noticed the definite lack of Celtic Guardian fics! In my world this is a crime. Celtic was the first card I got and has been my favorite since his appearance on the show. I'm also a big fan of the women warrior cards, the Amazon Archer leading the pack. So I decided to jump into the fanfic line and do my best stab at a fic for my favorite card. Thank you for (hopefully) bearing with me through my rants and I hope you enjoy my fanfic at least a little. Oh, yeah, and the beginning SUCKS.
Sincerely,
Sailor Kirby
It is odd how destiny works. Seemingly pointless actions can shift the course of one's life. Such a tale is of the young Elven prince Cen (pronounced Ken) and the archeress Alie. Recorded here is the path they and their band of miscreants followed to the one place they sought-
Home.
In the years gone and passed, a kingdom existed. The forest kingdom of Srieg. Monarched by the fair and noble line of Waltz, Srieg prospered beyond belief and the people were kept happy.
But every kingdom has a dark blemish.
Through tradition, yearly attacks were made upon the Amazon kingdom and the residents taken as slaves until the mighty Amazon dispersed. Few of these Amazon Warriors exist today, and when one is stumbled across they are often hung. You can tell an Amazon by the tattoo of a mythical beast on their right arm.
The current rulers of Srieg are the King Jan Waltz and the Queen Sera Waltz. They have one son, Prince Cen. Our tale begins at the High Table at the traditional Harvest Feast.
The sixteen-year-old future ruler of Srieg stifled a yawn, drumming his fingers on the table. His mother, Queen Sera, jabbed him sharply in the side, hissing at him to pay attention. Cen rolled his eyes openly. His mother hadn't been listening to the stuffy noble's speech either. But he focused his eyes and sat erect for the last ten words of the noble's speech.
"…and so, I would just like to say- thank you." Those in attendance of the feast clapped energetically for the end of the very long, very boring speech. Cen could have sworn he heard a very soft-
"Thank the Holies that's over." From behind him, but when he turned no one was there but a kitchen slave heavily laden by a drink tray.
'She's pretty.' Cen couldn't help but think. As if she could hear his thoughts, the slave turned, her amber eyes burning through him. And yet she seemed almost… frightened. But she whipped around, her silvery hair swinging behind her, and continued delivering drinks. Moments later, as she was replacing the King Jan's empty goblet with a full one, a rouge mouse streaked through the dining hall. The cook came chasing after it, butcher knife in hand, and accidentally crashed into the kitchen slave. The girl fell forward, and the goblet slipped from her hand. Right onto King Jan's lap. He stood up, bellowing as the wine spread across his shirt and pants. Lifting his hand, he struck the girl and she went clattering across the floor.
"Filthy, worthless scum! How dare you, you impudent…" King Jan rambled on and on. The slave stood back up, she was almost directly behind Cen now, her long right sleeve somehow pulled up to the elbow. For a fleeting instant, Cen saw a tattoo of a dragon. But the girl quickly pulled down the sleeve, left hand holding her arm possessively. She glared at Cen, walking away quickly from the scene. King Jan excused himself to go and change his clothes, apologizing about the interruption to his guests.
Later that night, in the privacy of his bedroom, Cen puzzled over the kitchen slave. Why did she have a tattoo on her right arm, the mark of an Amazon? If she WAS an Amazon, why was she a slave?
"Get a hold of yourself Cen," he firmly told his reflection in the full-length mirror, "It's none of your business anyway. Not yet." He grinned in anticipation of the day HE would be the ruler of Srieg.
Author's Note: Well, what do you think? You like it? I hope you all do… I like it. But I'm the authoress, it's my job. Anyway, some of you might be readers of my Dark Magic story, and may be about to KILL me for daring to write another fic when I haven't updated that one. But I have an excuse, really! I'm typing that one on a disk, and I wrote the next chapter, it's just that I took it to my friend Cunobaby's house so she could give me her opinion. She liked it, but I unfortunately left the disk at her house. And I haven't seen her since then. But I will put the next chappie up as soon as I get it back. I promise!
I have only recently joined FF.Net, but I have been reading fics on here for a while. In such time I noticed the definite lack of Celtic Guardian fics! In my world this is a crime. Celtic was the first card I got and has been my favorite since his appearance on the show. I'm also a big fan of the women warrior cards, the Amazon Archer leading the pack. So I decided to jump into the fanfic line and do my best stab at a fic for my favorite card. Thank you for (hopefully) bearing with me through my rants and I hope you enjoy my fanfic at least a little. Oh, yeah, and the beginning SUCKS.
Sincerely,
Sailor Kirby
It is odd how destiny works. Seemingly pointless actions can shift the course of one's life. Such a tale is of the young Elven prince Cen (pronounced Ken) and the archeress Alie. Recorded here is the path they and their band of miscreants followed to the one place they sought-
Home.
In the years gone and passed, a kingdom existed. The forest kingdom of Srieg. Monarched by the fair and noble line of Waltz, Srieg prospered beyond belief and the people were kept happy.
But every kingdom has a dark blemish.
Through tradition, yearly attacks were made upon the Amazon kingdom and the residents taken as slaves until the mighty Amazon dispersed. Few of these Amazon Warriors exist today, and when one is stumbled across they are often hung. You can tell an Amazon by the tattoo of a mythical beast on their right arm.
The current rulers of Srieg are the King Jan Waltz and the Queen Sera Waltz. They have one son, Prince Cen. Our tale begins at the High Table at the traditional Harvest Feast.
The sixteen-year-old future ruler of Srieg stifled a yawn, drumming his fingers on the table. His mother, Queen Sera, jabbed him sharply in the side, hissing at him to pay attention. Cen rolled his eyes openly. His mother hadn't been listening to the stuffy noble's speech either. But he focused his eyes and sat erect for the last ten words of the noble's speech.
"…and so, I would just like to say- thank you." Those in attendance of the feast clapped energetically for the end of the very long, very boring speech. Cen could have sworn he heard a very soft-
"Thank the Holies that's over." From behind him, but when he turned no one was there but a kitchen slave heavily laden by a drink tray.
'She's pretty.' Cen couldn't help but think. As if she could hear his thoughts, the slave turned, her amber eyes burning through him. And yet she seemed almost… frightened. But she whipped around, her silvery hair swinging behind her, and continued delivering drinks. Moments later, as she was replacing the King Jan's empty goblet with a full one, a rouge mouse streaked through the dining hall. The cook came chasing after it, butcher knife in hand, and accidentally crashed into the kitchen slave. The girl fell forward, and the goblet slipped from her hand. Right onto King Jan's lap. He stood up, bellowing as the wine spread across his shirt and pants. Lifting his hand, he struck the girl and she went clattering across the floor.
"Filthy, worthless scum! How dare you, you impudent…" King Jan rambled on and on. The slave stood back up, she was almost directly behind Cen now, her long right sleeve somehow pulled up to the elbow. For a fleeting instant, Cen saw a tattoo of a dragon. But the girl quickly pulled down the sleeve, left hand holding her arm possessively. She glared at Cen, walking away quickly from the scene. King Jan excused himself to go and change his clothes, apologizing about the interruption to his guests.
Later that night, in the privacy of his bedroom, Cen puzzled over the kitchen slave. Why did she have a tattoo on her right arm, the mark of an Amazon? If she WAS an Amazon, why was she a slave?
"Get a hold of yourself Cen," he firmly told his reflection in the full-length mirror, "It's none of your business anyway. Not yet." He grinned in anticipation of the day HE would be the ruler of Srieg.
Author's Note: Well, what do you think? You like it? I hope you all do… I like it. But I'm the authoress, it's my job. Anyway, some of you might be readers of my Dark Magic story, and may be about to KILL me for daring to write another fic when I haven't updated that one. But I have an excuse, really! I'm typing that one on a disk, and I wrote the next chapter, it's just that I took it to my friend Cunobaby's house so she could give me her opinion. She liked it, but I unfortunately left the disk at her house. And I haven't seen her since then. But I will put the next chappie up as soon as I get it back. I promise!