Chapter 1- Saved by the Cidamon. Purchased by a Blonde.
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Chapter One- Saved by the Cidamon. Purchased by a Blonde.
"Oww! Geroff me pal!" I heard a man cry as I sat on his arm.
Its not as if there's anywhere else to sit on this godforsaken caravan. I thoughtto myself while quickly apologizing. I really didn't want any trouble, damn, I'd really rather not be here at all, but I had a choice to make. Sell myself off to the despicable Cidamon, or be impaled on Lord Darkannon's sword. I'd pick the sword any day, but unfortunately, my personal servant Frieda had other ideas. But perhaps I should start at the beginning.
My name is Geoden of Valador. As it was, I'm second in line for the Valadorian throne to my brother Christopher. Unfortunately, I have no idea what happened to Chris, or the rest of my family, so maybe I'm first in line now. You see, some old guy who was off his rocker usurped my kingdom with the biggest army you've ever seen. He trapped the rest of my family in the throne room while I was off with the blacksmith's daughter. What can I say? I like girls they like me.
My servant Frieda found me heading back to the castle, my date rudely interrupted by the sound of swords clashing outside the pub door, and ushered me to the Cidamarian caravan on the other side of the kingdom. Taking off my gold ring, a symbol of my status as prince of Valador, she paid the Cidamon out front and I was loaded into a small cart with about 50 other people. Servants being transferred I assumed, seeing as the battle between the two armies was still too far off for these people to notice, let alone be rushed to get away.
"Can we hurry it up please? I'd like to get out of here?" I asked the nearest Cidamon.
"Vkaw ar dui!" He shouted at me in his native tongue.
The Cidamonians were a disgusting race, their olive complexions and gold eyes were unmistakable, but if you needed further assurance of their nationality, you could always look to the streaks of maroon in their dark hair. They were a nomadic tribe, and never stayed in the same place long enough to be counted. They entertained in the streets for money, and then moved on. In short, they were a bunch of beggars. When my brother and I were younger, we were dared to set fire to one of their caravans, so we did. I kind of feel bad about it now, but it's not like it matters anymore.
"Heeeyyyy! Stop please! The king of Norsunder needs a servant, can I get one off you guys?" A loud feminine voice shouted outside the cart. It slowly came to a stop. I heard the Cidamon leader and the girl haggling, and he entered the cart, grabbing me by the ear.
"Aww, I feel so privileged!" I muttered as I was dragged out of the caravan and handed to the awaiting girl. As the Cidamons drove off, I examined her. She seemed to be a bit older then me, in her mid- twenties or so. She had platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes common in the realm of Faust. She smiled as she spoke.
"Welcome to Norsunder kid!"
A/N
I realize this chapter has a lot of background information in it, but it is vital to the later plot, so remember some of the things Geo said! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, please, please, please review! And I promise, Geo's attitude will improve! For now, he's just a snotty, womanizing prince! Yay! Plus, I'm pretty sure this is an original fairy tale, but if you think I may have subconsciously adopted the idea, please let me know in a review.
Cidamon Translations:
Vkaw ar dui - Shut up kid!