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Author's Note: I realized that I haven't updated this fanfic in eternity, and that's not very fair. So here it is, chapter seven of Princess Melfina.
The wind slapped playfully against her cloak as she walked; it had been noon when Aisha left the palace. Now, the sky was gently become purpler in hue as the last glimpses of light retreated over the emerald hills. The air was filled with the sounds heralding night – the song of many different species welcoming darkness. Aisha, who had found herself sometimes a night prowler, closed her eyes and took in the fresh scent of crisp air tinged with the coming coldness of night. She hugged her cloak against her as she walked towards the palace, relishing the atmosphere. It was then she realized that she should probably quicken her speed in order to get to Melfina faster and relieve her burden of grief.
* * *
Sleep had fled from his eyes, after all, how could anyone sleep at a time like this? Jim sat in the corner playing out ideas in his mind of how they could get Melfina to feign death. On the other side of the room, Gene lay sprawled with the inconsistent cacophony of snoring accompanying the rising and falling of his chest. Jim glanced at his partner and shook his head in disbelief, "The princess loves him?!" But then a small smile graced his lips, for if the princess had never fallen in love with Gene, he might have never met Aisha. "Let's see," he thought out loud, "if I recall correctly, in Romeo and Juliet, the Friar used this herb to make Juliet look like she was dead… but then again, we all know how that story ended. Better think of something else." He sat there, meditating on a solution, when an idea dawned on him. "I'VE GOT IT!" he shouted in victory.
Gene bolted up, eyes drenched with lethargy, "What's wrong?"
"I know how we can make Melfina seem like she is dead!" Jim exclaimed while standing in a victory stance. His eyes were gleaming with excitement, and to Gene, it seemed he resembled a mad scientist.
"Ok. Tell me," Gene asked while rubbing his eyes, exhaustion not yet driven .
"Alright, it goes like this…"
* * *
She had reached the outskirts of the town unnoticed, which was quite a relief. The border was coming up fast, and she knew that once she stepped across it, there would be no turning back. Melfina paused for a moment and turned to glance at Centari one last time, watching the leaves dancing gently with the wind, and light twinkling in the distance. It was all over; she had abdicated her throne without warning. With eyes closed, she turned away, keeping the image of her dear kingdom in her mind, and stepped over the border. Lush vegetation circumnavigated the kingdom, and proved to make the path of departure difficult. Shivers cavorted down her spine as she found herself trying to avoid the talons of thorns and surface breaking roots. The sweet starlight was covered by the monstrous blankets of green; Melfina found the darkness and noises of the forest unwelcoming. As she charily ventured deeper, the strong olfactory of moss mixed with rotting matter overwhelmed her; the scent of the forest was quite definitive but not so concentrated as to be repulsive. Her cloak kept catching on low branches so she decided to slip it off and carry it folded up in her arms. The forest zephyrs were cool against her alabaster skin, and she found herself taking delight in her latitude. From now on, no one could order her around and tell her what was the proper etiquette of a princess. "And from now on, I'll never gaze upon the face of my beloved Gene," she whispered to herself as tears dared to roll down her ruddy cheeks. Her decision to leave would ameliorate her longing to escape marriage with Harry, but it would not fully appease her heart. Hands smooth from a leisurely life met tear filled eyes as she broke into sobs.
* * *
The weather had ceased to stagnate their travel, and Harry was finally on his way. His heart throbbed at the thought of Hazanko ravaging Centauri and touching his dear Melfina. He ordered his men to move at an alarming rate, pushing them beyond their endurance. Assiduously, he would warn them of the consequences that would be triggered if Hazanko were not stopped. There was only one man who tried to reason with him. "Your highness, please, at this rate, the men will not have the energy to fight when we get there," Ron plead for the men who were dropping in fatigue like flies.
"No. If we get there too late, there won't be anything worth fighting for anyway," Harry answered, insanity flickering in his eyes. He held his ground and shouted a few more orders to his tired men.
"But we'll surely be massacred if we're tired!" Ron shouted becoming impatient with his master's temporary loss of sanity.
"I am the king. I make the decisions," the voice was cold and steady and the eyes acute; there would be no more arguments.
* * *
"We'll set the wing that Melfina resides in on fire, and when they are unable to find her, they'll assume she's dead," Jim stated triumphantly.
"Doesn't that seem a little dangerous? Besides, I doubt they'll give up that quickly on her life," Gene said actually thinking for once.
"We'll put the remains of a dummy up there and take strands of her hair and put it on it. We'll make sure to leave some DNA traces so that they can properly assume that she died. But we'll have to burn the place to ashes."
"And exactly how are we going to do that?"
"Don't worry Gene," Jim stated in that easygoing tone which was most often used by Gene, "I've got it all figured out. Let's just wait till that lady gets back and we can initiate our plan." Jim clapped his hands together and let a joyful smile cross his lips.
That's the end of Chapter 7! I hope you enjoyed it; please review!
Author's Note: I realized that I haven't updated this fanfic in eternity, and that's not very fair. So here it is, chapter seven of Princess Melfina.
The wind slapped playfully against her cloak as she walked; it had been noon when Aisha left the palace. Now, the sky was gently become purpler in hue as the last glimpses of light retreated over the emerald hills. The air was filled with the sounds heralding night – the song of many different species welcoming darkness. Aisha, who had found herself sometimes a night prowler, closed her eyes and took in the fresh scent of crisp air tinged with the coming coldness of night. She hugged her cloak against her as she walked towards the palace, relishing the atmosphere. It was then she realized that she should probably quicken her speed in order to get to Melfina faster and relieve her burden of grief.
* * *
Sleep had fled from his eyes, after all, how could anyone sleep at a time like this? Jim sat in the corner playing out ideas in his mind of how they could get Melfina to feign death. On the other side of the room, Gene lay sprawled with the inconsistent cacophony of snoring accompanying the rising and falling of his chest. Jim glanced at his partner and shook his head in disbelief, "The princess loves him?!" But then a small smile graced his lips, for if the princess had never fallen in love with Gene, he might have never met Aisha. "Let's see," he thought out loud, "if I recall correctly, in Romeo and Juliet, the Friar used this herb to make Juliet look like she was dead… but then again, we all know how that story ended. Better think of something else." He sat there, meditating on a solution, when an idea dawned on him. "I'VE GOT IT!" he shouted in victory.
Gene bolted up, eyes drenched with lethargy, "What's wrong?"
"I know how we can make Melfina seem like she is dead!" Jim exclaimed while standing in a victory stance. His eyes were gleaming with excitement, and to Gene, it seemed he resembled a mad scientist.
"Ok. Tell me," Gene asked while rubbing his eyes, exhaustion not yet driven .
"Alright, it goes like this…"
* * *
She had reached the outskirts of the town unnoticed, which was quite a relief. The border was coming up fast, and she knew that once she stepped across it, there would be no turning back. Melfina paused for a moment and turned to glance at Centari one last time, watching the leaves dancing gently with the wind, and light twinkling in the distance. It was all over; she had abdicated her throne without warning. With eyes closed, she turned away, keeping the image of her dear kingdom in her mind, and stepped over the border. Lush vegetation circumnavigated the kingdom, and proved to make the path of departure difficult. Shivers cavorted down her spine as she found herself trying to avoid the talons of thorns and surface breaking roots. The sweet starlight was covered by the monstrous blankets of green; Melfina found the darkness and noises of the forest unwelcoming. As she charily ventured deeper, the strong olfactory of moss mixed with rotting matter overwhelmed her; the scent of the forest was quite definitive but not so concentrated as to be repulsive. Her cloak kept catching on low branches so she decided to slip it off and carry it folded up in her arms. The forest zephyrs were cool against her alabaster skin, and she found herself taking delight in her latitude. From now on, no one could order her around and tell her what was the proper etiquette of a princess. "And from now on, I'll never gaze upon the face of my beloved Gene," she whispered to herself as tears dared to roll down her ruddy cheeks. Her decision to leave would ameliorate her longing to escape marriage with Harry, but it would not fully appease her heart. Hands smooth from a leisurely life met tear filled eyes as she broke into sobs.
* * *
The weather had ceased to stagnate their travel, and Harry was finally on his way. His heart throbbed at the thought of Hazanko ravaging Centauri and touching his dear Melfina. He ordered his men to move at an alarming rate, pushing them beyond their endurance. Assiduously, he would warn them of the consequences that would be triggered if Hazanko were not stopped. There was only one man who tried to reason with him. "Your highness, please, at this rate, the men will not have the energy to fight when we get there," Ron plead for the men who were dropping in fatigue like flies.
"No. If we get there too late, there won't be anything worth fighting for anyway," Harry answered, insanity flickering in his eyes. He held his ground and shouted a few more orders to his tired men.
"But we'll surely be massacred if we're tired!" Ron shouted becoming impatient with his master's temporary loss of sanity.
"I am the king. I make the decisions," the voice was cold and steady and the eyes acute; there would be no more arguments.
* * *
"We'll set the wing that Melfina resides in on fire, and when they are unable to find her, they'll assume she's dead," Jim stated triumphantly.
"Doesn't that seem a little dangerous? Besides, I doubt they'll give up that quickly on her life," Gene said actually thinking for once.
"We'll put the remains of a dummy up there and take strands of her hair and put it on it. We'll make sure to leave some DNA traces so that they can properly assume that she died. But we'll have to burn the place to ashes."
"And exactly how are we going to do that?"
"Don't worry Gene," Jim stated in that easygoing tone which was most often used by Gene, "I've got it all figured out. Let's just wait till that lady gets back and we can initiate our plan." Jim clapped his hands together and let a joyful smile cross his lips.
That's the end of Chapter 7! I hope you enjoyed it; please review!