Tales of the Silver Millennium: First Encounter
"... and, as friends and allies of the White Moon, we, the Terrans, promise to aid your kingdom in any way we can, to assist in fighting off whatever evils..."
Endymion stifled a yawn as his father droned on in a speech about the Terra-Luna alliance. The earth delegates were now gathered in the huge Lunarian throne room, the expanse of which would have encompassed a whole city back on earth at the very least.
Rich tapestries embroidered with silver threads hung from one wall, each thread shimmering softly as it caught the light. Along the wall was a dais on which the royal throne was perched proudly. It was made of pure silver, ornately carved and encrusted with sparkling diamonds, causing the chair to give off a faint and mystical light. On the chair, Queen Serenity, elegant and poised as ever, sat with her hands folded neatly on her lap.
Three golden thrones have been placed temporarily in front of the dais to acknowledge the arrival of the earth monarchy. It was upon these that King Dominic, Queen Rainella, and Prince Endymion presently sat, with the king still droning on about peace and goodwill, etc, etc, etc.
"May I be excused?" Endymion whispered to the Queen, trying his best to make his blue eyes look big and pleading.
The queen cast him a disapproving look. "But you know your father's..."
"But Mom, I really need to go!" Endymion pressed, putting his every ounce of concentration in making his blue eyes as shimmery and as starry and as huge as possible, knowing he had only one shot to convince his mother as he could never replicate this face ever again.
Queen Rainella was about to argue when she made the big mistake of glancing at Endymion's face... presently contorted into a combination of full, pouty lips, big puppy eyes, and the most soulful expression a face could ever get.
"Please mom?" Endymion prodded.
"Okay... okay!" The queen laughed. "Just stop batting your eyelashes at me already!"
Endymion wandered around the large halls of the palace. Each turn and corner led to yet other halls and corridors, making the place almost impossible to navigate by an inexperienced visitor. The walls, made of a shiny crystalline material, reflected each beam of light that hit them, causing a mirror-like effect and thus lending the place a surreal and mazy look.
"Are you absolutely, positively *sure* it's all right to leave her like that? The Queen will have our heads off..."
"Oh stop being such a worrywart! The thing is finally asleep for crying out loud! We deserve a break! Besides, it's only for a while..."
Endymion watched as four girls rounded the corner and walked past, oblivious to his presence. The one who had spoken first had short blue hair and was wearing a pastel blue summer dress. The second one, wearing an orange blouse and skirt set, had the longest golden hair he had ever seen, tied up in a large red bow. He couldn't quite make out the other girls as they were hidden behind the first two.
"They must have come from the washrooms," Endymion mused to himself, watching the girls disappear from view and suddenly remembering where he was supposedly headed in the first place. Moving off into the direction where the girls had come from, he was accosted yet again with a multitude of halls and walkways that looked ridiculously identical with each other to his untrained eye.
Throwing his hands up in frustration, Endymion picked a random corridor and followed it to the corner, ending up in front of huge double doors that looked like the entrance to another hallway. About to turn back, he stopped short as he heard the faintest noise coming from inside. Curiosity getting the best of him, he pushed one of the doors open a crack and peeked in.
The room was dimly lit, and, seeing barely anything even as he squinted, Endymion stepped fully inside, the heavy doors closing behind him. The room was large, spanning almost half the corridor length. Whereas the principal theme of the palace had been silver and light grays, this room was decorated mostly in light pastel pink and blue. Huge shelves populated with all sorts of stuffed animals in different colors and sizes lined two opposite sides of the room. Assorted playthings like slides, swing sets, giant dollhouses, and the like lined its perimeter.
"A playroom," Endymion surmised to himself. Turning to leave, his eye was caught by something that shone so brightly even in the dim light, coming from somewhere in the center of the room. He moved back inside, reaching what looked like a small basket decorated with pink bows and ribbons set up on a sort of pedestal. Peeking inside, he saw a pink-laced blanket and a ball of what looked like golden yarn, spun so soft and smooth that it winked a golden yellow even in the lack of ample light.
As if caught in an enchanted trance, Endymion reached out his fingers, intent on knowing what the feel of it would be like against his hands. His fingers tentatively made contact with the delicate ball, and, when assured it wouldn't crumble against his touch, he gently ran his thumb over the silken treasure he had found. The pink blanket was pushed back by his intruding hands, revealing a golden river that flew from the golden ball. Unable to control himself, the prince ran his hands through the baby-fine strands, marveling at how silken and soft it felt, willingly parting and then moving back in place as his long fingers traveled through its length. He couldn't resist caressing the golden stream again and again, his eyes never leaving the treasure before him.
Wanting to get an even closer look as his chin barely reached up to the basket, Endymion closed his hand gently over the golden ball of yarn, trying to ease it out of its container. His brow wrinkled as his motion met with resistance. Oddly enough, the ball felt rather heavy for its size and even with the golden stream that flew from it. Tightening his grip, Endymion pulled with a bit more force, and his brow furrowed further as the object of his action still refused to budge.
The impatient blood of a young prince soon took over his gentle motions. Tired from standing on tiptoes with his neck craned to its limit, Endymion gave the impertinent golden ball a good hard yank...
And then all hell broke loose.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
to be continued...
"... and, as friends and allies of the White Moon, we, the Terrans, promise to aid your kingdom in any way we can, to assist in fighting off whatever evils..."
Endymion stifled a yawn as his father droned on in a speech about the Terra-Luna alliance. The earth delegates were now gathered in the huge Lunarian throne room, the expanse of which would have encompassed a whole city back on earth at the very least.
Rich tapestries embroidered with silver threads hung from one wall, each thread shimmering softly as it caught the light. Along the wall was a dais on which the royal throne was perched proudly. It was made of pure silver, ornately carved and encrusted with sparkling diamonds, causing the chair to give off a faint and mystical light. On the chair, Queen Serenity, elegant and poised as ever, sat with her hands folded neatly on her lap.
Three golden thrones have been placed temporarily in front of the dais to acknowledge the arrival of the earth monarchy. It was upon these that King Dominic, Queen Rainella, and Prince Endymion presently sat, with the king still droning on about peace and goodwill, etc, etc, etc.
"May I be excused?" Endymion whispered to the Queen, trying his best to make his blue eyes look big and pleading.
The queen cast him a disapproving look. "But you know your father's..."
"But Mom, I really need to go!" Endymion pressed, putting his every ounce of concentration in making his blue eyes as shimmery and as starry and as huge as possible, knowing he had only one shot to convince his mother as he could never replicate this face ever again.
Queen Rainella was about to argue when she made the big mistake of glancing at Endymion's face... presently contorted into a combination of full, pouty lips, big puppy eyes, and the most soulful expression a face could ever get.
"Please mom?" Endymion prodded.
"Okay... okay!" The queen laughed. "Just stop batting your eyelashes at me already!"
Endymion wandered around the large halls of the palace. Each turn and corner led to yet other halls and corridors, making the place almost impossible to navigate by an inexperienced visitor. The walls, made of a shiny crystalline material, reflected each beam of light that hit them, causing a mirror-like effect and thus lending the place a surreal and mazy look.
"Are you absolutely, positively *sure* it's all right to leave her like that? The Queen will have our heads off..."
"Oh stop being such a worrywart! The thing is finally asleep for crying out loud! We deserve a break! Besides, it's only for a while..."
Endymion watched as four girls rounded the corner and walked past, oblivious to his presence. The one who had spoken first had short blue hair and was wearing a pastel blue summer dress. The second one, wearing an orange blouse and skirt set, had the longest golden hair he had ever seen, tied up in a large red bow. He couldn't quite make out the other girls as they were hidden behind the first two.
"They must have come from the washrooms," Endymion mused to himself, watching the girls disappear from view and suddenly remembering where he was supposedly headed in the first place. Moving off into the direction where the girls had come from, he was accosted yet again with a multitude of halls and walkways that looked ridiculously identical with each other to his untrained eye.
Throwing his hands up in frustration, Endymion picked a random corridor and followed it to the corner, ending up in front of huge double doors that looked like the entrance to another hallway. About to turn back, he stopped short as he heard the faintest noise coming from inside. Curiosity getting the best of him, he pushed one of the doors open a crack and peeked in.
The room was dimly lit, and, seeing barely anything even as he squinted, Endymion stepped fully inside, the heavy doors closing behind him. The room was large, spanning almost half the corridor length. Whereas the principal theme of the palace had been silver and light grays, this room was decorated mostly in light pastel pink and blue. Huge shelves populated with all sorts of stuffed animals in different colors and sizes lined two opposite sides of the room. Assorted playthings like slides, swing sets, giant dollhouses, and the like lined its perimeter.
"A playroom," Endymion surmised to himself. Turning to leave, his eye was caught by something that shone so brightly even in the dim light, coming from somewhere in the center of the room. He moved back inside, reaching what looked like a small basket decorated with pink bows and ribbons set up on a sort of pedestal. Peeking inside, he saw a pink-laced blanket and a ball of what looked like golden yarn, spun so soft and smooth that it winked a golden yellow even in the lack of ample light.
As if caught in an enchanted trance, Endymion reached out his fingers, intent on knowing what the feel of it would be like against his hands. His fingers tentatively made contact with the delicate ball, and, when assured it wouldn't crumble against his touch, he gently ran his thumb over the silken treasure he had found. The pink blanket was pushed back by his intruding hands, revealing a golden river that flew from the golden ball. Unable to control himself, the prince ran his hands through the baby-fine strands, marveling at how silken and soft it felt, willingly parting and then moving back in place as his long fingers traveled through its length. He couldn't resist caressing the golden stream again and again, his eyes never leaving the treasure before him.
Wanting to get an even closer look as his chin barely reached up to the basket, Endymion closed his hand gently over the golden ball of yarn, trying to ease it out of its container. His brow wrinkled as his motion met with resistance. Oddly enough, the ball felt rather heavy for its size and even with the golden stream that flew from it. Tightening his grip, Endymion pulled with a bit more force, and his brow furrowed further as the object of his action still refused to budge.
The impatient blood of a young prince soon took over his gentle motions. Tired from standing on tiptoes with his neck craned to its limit, Endymion gave the impertinent golden ball a good hard yank...
And then all hell broke loose.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
to be continued...