Yeah, I know, I haven't wrote in a long time. I had a huge writer block,
believe me? Oh well.. On with the story!
Silence. That was the only thing she heard for a while now. She didn't waste her energy crying because it was no use. Anyways, she needed the energy to survive in this unbearable place. She needed to be sane. Novardawen closed her eyes again as she remembered her bittersweet past.
*Flashback*
"Foolish girl, concentrate your energy, your not focusing!" shouted Saurumon a second time and give Novardawen a magical slap on her hand. It stung but she kept the tears from flowing.
She shakily raised her hand and concentrated again on the bright Sun crystal, it twinkled happily in the light of the sun coming into the window. Her voice chanted in audible chants and she recited the ancient magical spells. 'Summon the light, I beseech you. Bring me the water, I will guide you. Watch upon my enemies, I beg of you. Cry out the warning, as they come upon.' Novardawen peeked to see if the spell had worked and to her amazement, it did. A straight golden thread gently came out of the crystal and came closer and closer to her. Suddenly her focus was broken and Sarumon gave a wave of his staff.
"Enough, that is all for today. You may go now." He ordered her, looking at her with his dark penetrating eyes. They seem to see right through the person. Novardawen walked with every last strength of hers to the door and stared defiantly at him. He just snickered and spat at her.
"Stupid girl, do you think you could ever over throw me? I am more powerful them you imagine. You will one day feel fear just within my presence, now flee before I do, do something that will make you regret horribly for the rest of your days.
Novardawen ran. She didn't care where she went, as long as it was far, far away from that wretched man. She hated him, with all the hateful things she could think of and at this moment, she hated herself. She hated for giving so easily into his trap, and hated herself for doing those spells like an obedient servant. Novardawen ran straight into someone without even noticing.
"Oof- watch which way you are going!" Novardawen snapped as she stood up briskly from her fall. She turned toward the person and saw that it was Prince Legolas of Mirkwood. "Your majesty! I'm sorry, I was in a hurry." Novardawen frantically tried to think of a excuse for colliding into the prince and for snapping at him.
He gave her a amused look and said, "It's quiet alright, don't worry. Forgive me; I should look at where I am going. By the way, what is your name?"
"I'm- I'm Novardawen." Answered Novardawen, quiet flustered.
"Well, you're the princess I've heard so much about from your parents the King and Queen! What coincidence of colliding into you." Legolas exclaimed taking her hand.
Novardawen pulled her hand away; she looked quickly to the floor. Novardawen had promised her mother that they would dress up for the ball that night together. "I'm sorry your majesty, I have to meet with my mother to get ready for the ball." She said carefully.
"Well of course! I almost forgot. Then I shall see you at the ball?" asked Legolas cheerfully.
"Why, yes, certainly." She answered blushing. With that, Novardawen ran down the stairs to her mother's room.
"Mom! Mom! Guess who I saw?" Questioned Novardawen excitedly.
"Who my sunshine?" asked the Queen as she gave Novardawen a quick but warm hug.
"I saw Prince Legolas! Well, actually I sort of collided into him." she answered sheepishly.
Queen Sedeime laughed and hugged Novardawen again. "Enough about that. Now what should we wear tonight?"
*Back to present*
Nuracariel started hitting the stonewall with her head. She wanted so much to go back to that time. To where everything was save and she could snuggle warmly into her mother's arms. Faintly she could hear sounds of battle on the outside of the towers and the orcs screaming orders. Novardawen was very hungry, but she didn't have any food to eat since a fortnight ago. Her usually curly mane of red hair has now reduced to a maroon color. She picked herself up and knelt in an awkward praying position and prayed to whichever god could hear her. In the very basement of the tower.
Silence. That was the only thing she heard for a while now. She didn't waste her energy crying because it was no use. Anyways, she needed the energy to survive in this unbearable place. She needed to be sane. Novardawen closed her eyes again as she remembered her bittersweet past.
*Flashback*
"Foolish girl, concentrate your energy, your not focusing!" shouted Saurumon a second time and give Novardawen a magical slap on her hand. It stung but she kept the tears from flowing.
She shakily raised her hand and concentrated again on the bright Sun crystal, it twinkled happily in the light of the sun coming into the window. Her voice chanted in audible chants and she recited the ancient magical spells. 'Summon the light, I beseech you. Bring me the water, I will guide you. Watch upon my enemies, I beg of you. Cry out the warning, as they come upon.' Novardawen peeked to see if the spell had worked and to her amazement, it did. A straight golden thread gently came out of the crystal and came closer and closer to her. Suddenly her focus was broken and Sarumon gave a wave of his staff.
"Enough, that is all for today. You may go now." He ordered her, looking at her with his dark penetrating eyes. They seem to see right through the person. Novardawen walked with every last strength of hers to the door and stared defiantly at him. He just snickered and spat at her.
"Stupid girl, do you think you could ever over throw me? I am more powerful them you imagine. You will one day feel fear just within my presence, now flee before I do, do something that will make you regret horribly for the rest of your days.
Novardawen ran. She didn't care where she went, as long as it was far, far away from that wretched man. She hated him, with all the hateful things she could think of and at this moment, she hated herself. She hated for giving so easily into his trap, and hated herself for doing those spells like an obedient servant. Novardawen ran straight into someone without even noticing.
"Oof- watch which way you are going!" Novardawen snapped as she stood up briskly from her fall. She turned toward the person and saw that it was Prince Legolas of Mirkwood. "Your majesty! I'm sorry, I was in a hurry." Novardawen frantically tried to think of a excuse for colliding into the prince and for snapping at him.
He gave her a amused look and said, "It's quiet alright, don't worry. Forgive me; I should look at where I am going. By the way, what is your name?"
"I'm- I'm Novardawen." Answered Novardawen, quiet flustered.
"Well, you're the princess I've heard so much about from your parents the King and Queen! What coincidence of colliding into you." Legolas exclaimed taking her hand.
Novardawen pulled her hand away; she looked quickly to the floor. Novardawen had promised her mother that they would dress up for the ball that night together. "I'm sorry your majesty, I have to meet with my mother to get ready for the ball." She said carefully.
"Well of course! I almost forgot. Then I shall see you at the ball?" asked Legolas cheerfully.
"Why, yes, certainly." She answered blushing. With that, Novardawen ran down the stairs to her mother's room.
"Mom! Mom! Guess who I saw?" Questioned Novardawen excitedly.
"Who my sunshine?" asked the Queen as she gave Novardawen a quick but warm hug.
"I saw Prince Legolas! Well, actually I sort of collided into him." she answered sheepishly.
Queen Sedeime laughed and hugged Novardawen again. "Enough about that. Now what should we wear tonight?"
*Back to present*
Nuracariel started hitting the stonewall with her head. She wanted so much to go back to that time. To where everything was save and she could snuggle warmly into her mother's arms. Faintly she could hear sounds of battle on the outside of the towers and the orcs screaming orders. Novardawen was very hungry, but she didn't have any food to eat since a fortnight ago. Her usually curly mane of red hair has now reduced to a maroon color. She picked herself up and knelt in an awkward praying position and prayed to whichever god could hear her. In the very basement of the tower.