It was dawn.
Dawn was when I woke up finally. My frock was on a wooden drawer, and the door was magically locked by who I could not tell. Anyway, I yawned hugely when I sat up on my bed and stood up, succeeding in making a cracking sound around my knee. It wasn't hurt, however.
It took some time to get in my proper dress. My pajama was only a white old frock I had for two years, and it went up to my ankles now. I did not know who put it on for me, or maybe I did myself in that dreamless sleep. Unlikely.
I yawned. I wanted to sleep but I couldn't.
I winced at my corset. Everybody HATED corsets. Even those who needed them, like that damned Aunt Hattie. It became this: I would fall into a series of coughing and panting and possibly even fainting. But I put them on to show respect to those imps. So far, I didn't l like them too much.
The question is not, 'What do they want.'
It was, 'Are they going to hurt us.'
****~~~~****~~~~****~~~~
That day, the chief imp (OooRgHH) called for us. That day, we sat before him - or rather, we stood before him. He was so tall that we had to stand for him to him be able to talk to us face to face.
"Take the boy away," he ordered in a low, deep voice to his guards.
I stopped them. "I won't discuss matters if you hurt any of us," I bellowed.
The Chief paused, then smiled sinisterly. (Or at least to me, it was)
"Leave the boy alone," he ordered. "But I must 'discuss matters' with the girl."
He turned to me. "You have enjoyed our hospitality, correct?"
I nodded. Shaking your head at such a question was unbelievably rude.
He continued solemnly.
"Knowing our hospitality, you must gain faith in us."
Yeah, right whatever he says.
But it was very stupid to say that in front of everybody.. the imps.
My question was, why me? Why not anyone else. Why not Bryan? Damn right, people thought that boys were better. then why choose a girl of no real talent?
He cleared his throat. "There was a prophecy," he explained. He gestured toward his right and a servant of his, or a high peon, maybe and that person - he scurried into the center with a scroll. He read aloud:
Dark blankets Light
Rose without its beauty
A beacon of hope
So faint in a memory,
She, her name known
She, arriving
That day when
October starts, sighing
That teardrop pendant, that name
Save dangers
Save the World
She, who marks relations
With the evil one, and evil surrounding her
The peon finished and I was stunned. Quickly recovering, I opened my mouth unwillingly. "It might've not been me. There was another well known person born at the start of October," I said shakily.
The King sighed. "Yes, I know; there is another person fitting the descriptions. Her name is Genevieve. But she isn't fitting the last. I'm sure you don't understand: 'She who marks relations with the evil one and evil surrounding her.'" He inclined his head toward me. "Do you know what that really means? Have you heard of your father lately? Missing lately wasn't he? Left you with that sour wife, hasn't he? Well," he got off his throne and pressed his fingers together. Then the realization of the turn of the conversation surprised me. My father, evil? "Sadly, I must show you the reason why he left you miserable." He sighed. "Your father, he wasn't a good man. He wasn't cowardly at all, in fact, and I'm sure you have heard of him. The Queen and King, they don't know of this. They are convinced that he is dead and that a Dark Master had risen beyond the status of Master Vogei himself. His name: an alias by the name of Aknase. You see, his real name is unknown. His wife, your mother is the only person knowing his destruction. It consists of three things: A brave girl who thwarts him, his name, and this." He paused. ". pendant." You are chosen to destroy him, your own father, or he will destroy you.
"But he has the last thing, and the second powerful: the pendant."
My voice was dry when he spoke. Now I had the power to mutter. "What does the pendant do?" I asked, or rather, murmured. The King leaned forward. "Excuse me. Speak louder, Lady Sharon."
My voice returned. "What do I do after I have all those?" I asked louder, but not quite.
"I don't know, I am sorry. We imps can't tell the future at all, and the prophecy tells us the information I have spoken. The lineage between you and him, I have heard from my spies. Unfortunately, they have not been heard of thereafter." He looked sad. "And I think I know exactly why," he added. "He knew of the prophecy and knew that you were chosen to defeat him. He knew everything."
I gulped somewhere when he was speaking. I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure the whole time. My father: Is he really the Aknase? I waited for that Imp king to say he was joking. He didn't. Then he clapped his hands. "Well, that tops it all. Let's have that dinner. The journey starts tomorrow."
He was a very strange man. I mean, imp. The strangest being I have ever encountered in my 15 years of life.
*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*
The next morning, I mounted on my horse, Artemis. She was fidgety and nervous ever since we encountered the 'ogres' and seemed to have decided that we weren't safe outside anymore. Luckily, she started to get more comfortable after she trotted around in the meadows. Bryan entered the clearing. It seemed like I haven't seen him in ages.
"That king is crazy," he panted, "To send you to a quest after Aknase, you know that right? I've heard countless of stories about knights getting killed like a blink of my eye in a swish of his cloak. And you being an untrained girl."
I shrugged. I had nothing to say. I wanted to tell him to shut up and go away, but I just couldn't. I knew that my chance of living was somewhere around 50 over 70. Bryan continued his weird wise talk.
"And you know what? I think you should forget this whole crackpot. After the journey, you end up in the same house you ran out of. Would there be any outcome of this running-away?!? I'm sure your mother isn't happy either. This is what you get. Your mother hates you more. She won't want you to kill her husband, Sharon. This is what you get.."
What did he say? I didn't hear his talk. I couldn't hear anything that moment. Was it possibly: "Blah, yadda yadda get....something about journey? Blah."
I lowered my eyelids indifferently. He noticed this carelessness. I yawned and he looked at me with his eyebrows raised. "So when are you going to start?"
I ignored him and Bryan brought out Wotcher. He wasn't going to leave him here when we were gone. He can hunt along the way so that we won't starve when we were out of food supply. When he saw him, he wagged his tail happily and licked him on the cheek.
"Atta boy, Wotcher," he said, laughing. I wished I could join them. "If you're going to stay there and goof around I'm going alone," I snarled. They started. "Come quickly then," I said, replying to their actions.
I sighed. 15 years was too short. Do I really want to put my life at stake?
'No, I don't', I thought regretfully.
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AUTHOR"S NOTE:
Weird ending I know but unfortunately, I'm bring screamed at for being on the com for too long and I had to finish it up fast. A lot of chapters coming up but I'll have it finished. I hope. And thank you greaser-outsider and Lexywitch for inspiration!! Luv your stories!!!
Oh, and the prophecy thingy I kinda copied it from harry potter. And the relation thingy was from star wars.couldn't resist sorry.! :~)
Dawn was when I woke up finally. My frock was on a wooden drawer, and the door was magically locked by who I could not tell. Anyway, I yawned hugely when I sat up on my bed and stood up, succeeding in making a cracking sound around my knee. It wasn't hurt, however.
It took some time to get in my proper dress. My pajama was only a white old frock I had for two years, and it went up to my ankles now. I did not know who put it on for me, or maybe I did myself in that dreamless sleep. Unlikely.
I yawned. I wanted to sleep but I couldn't.
I winced at my corset. Everybody HATED corsets. Even those who needed them, like that damned Aunt Hattie. It became this: I would fall into a series of coughing and panting and possibly even fainting. But I put them on to show respect to those imps. So far, I didn't l like them too much.
The question is not, 'What do they want.'
It was, 'Are they going to hurt us.'
****~~~~****~~~~****~~~~
That day, the chief imp (OooRgHH) called for us. That day, we sat before him - or rather, we stood before him. He was so tall that we had to stand for him to him be able to talk to us face to face.
"Take the boy away," he ordered in a low, deep voice to his guards.
I stopped them. "I won't discuss matters if you hurt any of us," I bellowed.
The Chief paused, then smiled sinisterly. (Or at least to me, it was)
"Leave the boy alone," he ordered. "But I must 'discuss matters' with the girl."
He turned to me. "You have enjoyed our hospitality, correct?"
I nodded. Shaking your head at such a question was unbelievably rude.
He continued solemnly.
"Knowing our hospitality, you must gain faith in us."
Yeah, right whatever he says.
But it was very stupid to say that in front of everybody.. the imps.
My question was, why me? Why not anyone else. Why not Bryan? Damn right, people thought that boys were better. then why choose a girl of no real talent?
He cleared his throat. "There was a prophecy," he explained. He gestured toward his right and a servant of his, or a high peon, maybe and that person - he scurried into the center with a scroll. He read aloud:
Dark blankets Light
Rose without its beauty
A beacon of hope
So faint in a memory,
She, her name known
She, arriving
That day when
October starts, sighing
That teardrop pendant, that name
Save dangers
Save the World
She, who marks relations
With the evil one, and evil surrounding her
The peon finished and I was stunned. Quickly recovering, I opened my mouth unwillingly. "It might've not been me. There was another well known person born at the start of October," I said shakily.
The King sighed. "Yes, I know; there is another person fitting the descriptions. Her name is Genevieve. But she isn't fitting the last. I'm sure you don't understand: 'She who marks relations with the evil one and evil surrounding her.'" He inclined his head toward me. "Do you know what that really means? Have you heard of your father lately? Missing lately wasn't he? Left you with that sour wife, hasn't he? Well," he got off his throne and pressed his fingers together. Then the realization of the turn of the conversation surprised me. My father, evil? "Sadly, I must show you the reason why he left you miserable." He sighed. "Your father, he wasn't a good man. He wasn't cowardly at all, in fact, and I'm sure you have heard of him. The Queen and King, they don't know of this. They are convinced that he is dead and that a Dark Master had risen beyond the status of Master Vogei himself. His name: an alias by the name of Aknase. You see, his real name is unknown. His wife, your mother is the only person knowing his destruction. It consists of three things: A brave girl who thwarts him, his name, and this." He paused. ". pendant." You are chosen to destroy him, your own father, or he will destroy you.
"But he has the last thing, and the second powerful: the pendant."
My voice was dry when he spoke. Now I had the power to mutter. "What does the pendant do?" I asked, or rather, murmured. The King leaned forward. "Excuse me. Speak louder, Lady Sharon."
My voice returned. "What do I do after I have all those?" I asked louder, but not quite.
"I don't know, I am sorry. We imps can't tell the future at all, and the prophecy tells us the information I have spoken. The lineage between you and him, I have heard from my spies. Unfortunately, they have not been heard of thereafter." He looked sad. "And I think I know exactly why," he added. "He knew of the prophecy and knew that you were chosen to defeat him. He knew everything."
I gulped somewhere when he was speaking. I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure the whole time. My father: Is he really the Aknase? I waited for that Imp king to say he was joking. He didn't. Then he clapped his hands. "Well, that tops it all. Let's have that dinner. The journey starts tomorrow."
He was a very strange man. I mean, imp. The strangest being I have ever encountered in my 15 years of life.
*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*
The next morning, I mounted on my horse, Artemis. She was fidgety and nervous ever since we encountered the 'ogres' and seemed to have decided that we weren't safe outside anymore. Luckily, she started to get more comfortable after she trotted around in the meadows. Bryan entered the clearing. It seemed like I haven't seen him in ages.
"That king is crazy," he panted, "To send you to a quest after Aknase, you know that right? I've heard countless of stories about knights getting killed like a blink of my eye in a swish of his cloak. And you being an untrained girl."
I shrugged. I had nothing to say. I wanted to tell him to shut up and go away, but I just couldn't. I knew that my chance of living was somewhere around 50 over 70. Bryan continued his weird wise talk.
"And you know what? I think you should forget this whole crackpot. After the journey, you end up in the same house you ran out of. Would there be any outcome of this running-away?!? I'm sure your mother isn't happy either. This is what you get. Your mother hates you more. She won't want you to kill her husband, Sharon. This is what you get.."
What did he say? I didn't hear his talk. I couldn't hear anything that moment. Was it possibly: "Blah, yadda yadda get....something about journey? Blah."
I lowered my eyelids indifferently. He noticed this carelessness. I yawned and he looked at me with his eyebrows raised. "So when are you going to start?"
I ignored him and Bryan brought out Wotcher. He wasn't going to leave him here when we were gone. He can hunt along the way so that we won't starve when we were out of food supply. When he saw him, he wagged his tail happily and licked him on the cheek.
"Atta boy, Wotcher," he said, laughing. I wished I could join them. "If you're going to stay there and goof around I'm going alone," I snarled. They started. "Come quickly then," I said, replying to their actions.
I sighed. 15 years was too short. Do I really want to put my life at stake?
'No, I don't', I thought regretfully.
*******~~~~~~~~~********~~~~~~~~~~********
AUTHOR"S NOTE:
Weird ending I know but unfortunately, I'm bring screamed at for being on the com for too long and I had to finish it up fast. A lot of chapters coming up but I'll have it finished. I hope. And thank you greaser-outsider and Lexywitch for inspiration!! Luv your stories!!!
Oh, and the prophecy thingy I kinda copied it from harry potter. And the relation thingy was from star wars.couldn't resist sorry.! :~)