Splitzer: Prologue
Grey clouds covered a dull grey sky and rain began to fall steadily with a rythem to it. A slight breeze blew the ocean's mist throughout the small kingdom and the smell of salty water filled the air with a strong odor for miles. The villiage was down the mountain from the castle was surrounded my looming trees on most sides. A single road, frequently traveled to trade goods with other kingdoms, was the only safe way out of the kingdom. Some villagers were brave enough to sail the ocean to the kingdom of Sodor that sets on the ocean bank several miles northeast. None who tried sailing the route ever came back. Whether because they drowned, starved, pillaged by others or because the did reach Sodor and never returned, it was unsure. But it was safe to say none ever did return.
The trees that bordered the perimeter of the rest of the village were tall, sturdy pines that casted spooky shadows across the small town. The salty breeze gave the forest an eery feeling of distraught, so many villagers stayed clear of the woods and stuck to the road when travel was necassary. Stories of bloodthirsty bears, brutal thugs, mercyless thieves, poisonous snakes, and wild big cats kept most people away and limited trade. It was a story that could make you famous throughout the town if you journeyed out of town, into the forest, and made it back alive.
A castle at the top of the hill was constructed out of blue-ish/grey colored stones and bricks. Resting at the top of the hill, above the village, the castle overlooked the ocean and had the most beautiful view of the sea. Two towers stood out from the back side of the castle and reached far into the sky, as if tickeling it with finger tips. The king and queen of Monshea lived and ruled with a such fine grace that all the people loved.
The king, was a gentle man who felt it unnecissary to be called "King", "Your Highness", "Your Majesty" and other proper names. He felt it would be fine to be called Professor instead. Professor stood at about 6 foot 3 inches, and he had a clean shaven face and black hair slicked back. His eyes were a deep brown that had a gentle shimmer to them, but could be easily enraged if a conflict encouraged it. His crown was made of pure gold and had a cream colored jewl at the center. He wore a white t shirt with a black leather belt laced around his waist loosley, and brown pants with a sword at his hip at all times. He was a king who would ride into battle with his soldiers, an honor and mourn the ones who lost their lives. He was a truly honorable man.
The queen was known throughout her kingdom simply as Queen Mira. She too was as gentle and loving as her husband, but could also be as fierce when a situation occured. Queen Mira would ride throughout the kingdom greeting her subjects, and taking time to care for their needs. She also was known for taking in orphaned children and finding families for them as well as giving abused and abandoned animals homes too. Queen Mira was not as tall as Professor, standing at about 5 foot 3 foot 4 1/2 inches. She had long black hair and bright pink eyes that made her notable everywhere she went. Her bubbly personality also made her a people person. Queen Mira and Professor loved each other dearly.
Together, they planted a beautiful garden with the help of towns people, around the palace. Three colored roses filled the garden. Bubblegum pink roses, aqua blue roses, and a genetically engineered rose the shade of lime green. Each color was dedicated to the king and queen's newly born, beautiful and fair triplet daughters.
The rain continued to drizzel as a mysterious rider, clad in a dark green cloak, emerged from the castle gates. The figure had a woman's build. She urged her midnight black stallion into a gallop, in the direction of the forest. Something bundled in a pink blanket was held snugly under the woman's right arm.
A terrified shriek escaped a window in the stone palace. A woman's scream. A distressed scream. A scared scream. A heartbroken scream. A mother's scream. An angered and sad grunt of a man also escaped the window before both people began franticly searching for what was missing.
A smirk of pleasure snaked across the green cloaked woman's face. Her bright green eyes laughed with enjoyment. She rode hard into the woods avoiding the road. After riding hard for a few minutes, the child in her arms began to stir and whimper. The woman slowed her horse to walk, then to a stop in a small clearing in the woods. The woman pulled the light wieght bundle closer to her and pushed away the fabric that covered the face of the infant. In the light of the full moon, the woman could see the child's big pink eyes. They sparkled in the moonlight.
The woman frowned upon the young baby in her arms. "So what they say is true. Your eyes are as pink as the cherry blossoms." The baby cooed softly before closing her eyes to fall back to sleep. The wind whistled through the trees. The woman's black, curly hair bounced ans twisted freely in the breeze. She looked up at the stars, then back down upon the baby a second time. "Your parents named you well, young Blossom."
Several horses' feet were heard pounding a short distance woman tensed while turning towards the oncoming threat. Odd. The palace guard usually never ventures this way. Well, then again, some of the kingdom's most beloved treasures were just smuggled tonight. She pulled the hood of her cloak up over her head to make her features distinct.
Clicking her tongue, and with a jab of her boots in the horse's side, the grazing animal immediatly started sprinting farther into the uninhabitted forest. She raced past trees and grassy clearings, leading the guards on wild chases throughout the forbidden woods outskiting the kingdom. All the while the pink eyed child remained entranced in a deep sleep. Once she no longer heard the sound of footsteps behind her, she slowed the mighty stallion to a gallop, but never let her guard down. Although she was in an unpopulated area for several miles, she could never be too sure if someone was watching her.
After several minutes of quiet, the green eyed woman was finally convinced that she was alone. She urged her horse into a walk down the small hill highly populated with pink, blue, and green roses. The woman scowled. After quickly glancing around one last time to confirm she was alone besides the child, the woman passed and led her horse through a cave hidden behind a waterfall. The tunnel was dark, damp, and chilly. Others could have gotten lost or injured by obsticles in the pathway, but the black haired woman had traveled the cavern so many times, it was second nature.
A bone chilling draft sliced through the walls of the cave causing Blossom to whimper. The woman gave her hand to her to hold onto for security. "Hush, Blossom!" she hissed. "We are almost there."
The cave oppened up into a closed-in landscape. Large mountains surrounded the area, with large sheets of rock several meters high blocking off any exit, except for the cave leading to the waterfall. The gentle wind tickled the green grass, while wild flowers bended freely. A shallow, freshwater stream flowed from the waterfall at the cave's entrance through the length of the cave into the closed in area. At the center of the closed in area, the stream pooled to form a small, clear pond beside an average sized log cabin. A chimney sticking out of the roof gave off puffs of grey smoke. Behind it, about 4 meters distance, stood a single tower towering at 32 feet. Next to the log cabin was a small, wooden stable built to house one horse.
The woman slid out of the leather saddle that had 'Jennings' printed in bold, black letters across it, with Blossom in the crook of her arm. She opened the latch on the gate and slowly walked Jennings into the stable. Quickly, she latched it up and made her way towards the small, wooden home. She carried Blossom through the front door into the cozy shack where a blast of warm air washed over their bodies.
The room was small, but considerably homey for being the home of a theif. The floor was wooden with a glossy overlook that gave it a freshly waxed look. A fireplace was built onto the opposite wall of the doorway. To the right of the doorway was a wooden table with two wooden chairs. A giant oval throw rug was on the floor beneath the table. To the left of the main entrance door, were 3 doorways. One led to a spacious room with a queensized bed with a green canopy. The blankets and sheets of the bed matched the shrub green of the woman's cloak. A dresser and vanity mirror was arranged on the left side of the room, on the left side of bed. A window with bright red curtains was on the right wall. A green rug was on the floor.
The second room was a little smaller with the same furniture setup. Except the blankets, canopy, and rug were powdered white. An infant crib was also present in the room with a light pink baby blanket. Instead of a window, there was a painted picture of a bunny rabbit and a deer fawn sitting in a blooming meadow.
The final room had a tin washtub in one corner with a curtain suspended from the ceiling to act as a shower curtain. An icebox was in the other corner. A table set up in the center was cluttered with pots, pans, and strays of food. A second fire place was on the far wall with a giant black pot resting in it. A second window let the moonlight shine in. Beneath the window, was a small cabinet that held glass plates, bowls, and cups. Silverwear randomly thrown together set in a basket on top of the cabinet. A small wooden bucket filled with murky water, sat next to a pile of unwashed dresses.
"This is your new home, Blossom," the woman whispered to the pink eyed infant, as she layed her down gently into the cradle. Blossom looked back up at her with giggle and coo. The woman narrowed her eyes at Blossom. "Understand this, if you were not graced with the magics that you possess, I would have slain you and the others for what happened." she spat, with brutality. "But instead i am raising you as my own. Perhaps you are indeed blessed, Rose"
Blossom showed no sign of aknowledgement. The woman cackled, throwing her head back showing of her blood red colored lips and pearly white teeth. "Good night, my cherry blossom" With that the green cloaked woman retreated backto her room.
Blossom teetered, grabbing the back of one of the dining room chairs to steady herself after tripping on the blanket that she wrapped around herself. She clutched a brush in her left hand and clung onto a golden heart on a gold chain in her left hand. Shyly, she approached the green cloaked woman.
She looked up from the crackeling fire that casted a yellow-orange glow around the room. The woman was still wearing her green cloak and purple, flowing evening gown underneath. She smiled at Blossom. "What is it, Blossom?" she wondered, while turning back towards the fire.
Blossom took a step forward. She tucked the necklace beneath her pink nightgown. She extended her arms toward the woman and held the brush out to her. "Mommy, can you brush my hair for me?" The woman she called mother nodded and accepted the pink brush. Blossom took a seat on the floor in front of the chair that her mother was sitting in. Once the woman had brushed Blossom's orange, floor length locks of hair, she turned to face the woman. "Mother, why can't I leave to go into town with you?"
The woman bit her lower lip. "You see, Rose, you have been born with powers that other people use you for. Hurt you to benefit themselves. You're whats called a Splitzer. Your eyes would give away that you are blessed because many Splitzers are known to have unusual eye coloring." She didn't include the fact that the missing princess of Monshea had eyes pink like the cherry blossom.
Blossom turned her face away from her mother back toward the fire place. "What is my special power or powers?"
The woman sighed loudly. She found a knot in the beautiful orange hair she was brushing. Taking her time, she brushed the knot out of Blossom's hair. "I don't know. But one of these days we will find out. All in due time, Blossom."
Blossom closed her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh...only something unusual came out. Blossom blinked in shock. She whirled around to find her mother completely awestruck with her mouth agape. "W-whay happened to me?"
The entire fire that was roaring just seconds before was extinguished and iceicles hung from the mantle. The woman gasped. "Ice powers. She has an element," she mumbled quietly to herself. Blossom looked at her with a confused look. Her green eyes darted down to the orange haired child dressed in a powder pink nightgown. "You have an element power. Ice. Elemental powers are above all the best power one can recieve." Other details about the elemental powers floated obscurly in her mind.
Blossom raised an eyebrow. "How many people are known in the world to be born with these powers. In general. Not just elements."
"Throughout each century, only 7 are known to have these powers. In this century, you are one out of 7 throughout the continent of Dorton. This is what makes you so special and why you must be protected. You will also develope other powers." she responded, pulling Blossom onto her lap, wrapping her snugly in the cloak, now that the fireplace was iced over. "Now starting this spring, we will start training exercises that will help you develope other powers and excel your Ice abilities."
Blossom staredup into her mother's grassy green eyes and beamed. "When I am training, will i get to meet other Splitzer kids gifted like me?"
The woman frowned and anger flashed in her eyes. "No! You may never speak to or see another especially one like you! They might use you against me! You are forever forbidden!" she growled.
Blossom's smile faded and her eyes felt moist. She began to tremble when the woman hugged her. For the first time, Blossom had a feeling that she and this woman could in no way be related. Afterall, there was no resemblence between them. "Yes, mother," she almost hissed. She hung her head and a tear escaped her eye.
Well, this was the prologue of , Splitzer is pronounced with the long 'I' sound. Can you guess who the woman is?
clues repeated:
-black hair
-green eyes
-red lips
-white teeth like fangs
Good luck guessing! Anyways, for those who read my profile, this is not the Bubbles & Boomer one. This is more for all of them. I am currently working on the 5th chapter of 'A New Chapter' but i had this idea and i wanted to get it down. I will be working on the Bubbles & Boomer one probably when i finish either this story or A New Chapter. So review and tell me what you think. :D