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ELEMENTAL WORLD.
Chapter 2: Travellers and Prophecies.
Galux Phoenix.
She didn't know how they did it, but they did. Convincing Cassandra to journey to another continent without a fuss was a major achievement. The only thing she got worked up about was her wardrobe.
Cassandra's parents wanted her to take dresses and overly feminine things. Cassandra wanted to take breeches and shirts.
The Ice Princess had refused to go if she couldn't take the clothes that she wanted. She was one of the most stubborn people in the family, so far only her half- brother had matched her on that front.
She gave a sigh from her position atop Starlight. Her four riding companions all slid glances at her. Dan of course was by her side, as he was ordered to be. Robert "The Negotiator" Foreman of the Ice Palace and Snow tribes, was riding on her other side, he was a year older than Cassandra and was quiet tall for his age. Dark purple hair had been combed back perfectly, one bang on each side looked almost like small wings.
Her mother had ordered that two guards accompany the heir of ice to the peace talks. Cassandra knew that she was perfectly able to defend herself properly.
"What is it now, Cassey?" Dan asked impatiently.
"How long is this trip going to take?" she asked, her voice tired.
"Two more days til we reach the channel, a day on a boat then we ride for another day and a half." Cassandra sighed again, they had already been riding for a day.
One of the guards, Leslie, gave a quiet chuckle at the of the heir to the Ice throne. Her hair had been cropped just under her earlobes and was a kind of dirty blonde. Eyes of light blue shone with mirth and kindness. Both Leslie and the other guard - Peter- wore the uniform of the Royal Guards: white long sleeved short, ice blue tunic bordered with white and silver, and tan breeches.
Robert was trying to hid a small smile as he watched Cassandra's shoulders slump.
"I'm glad you guys think this is funny," she muttered, half- heartedly glaring at her companions.
"Ligh'en up, child," Peter told her. "At least you'll see y'brother there."
Cassandra sat straighter in the saddle, and grinned. Peter was right, Tala would be there, and she was going to have fun tormenting him.
~*~*~*
Kai paced in front of the roaring fireplace in her personal chambers. He was angry. A blind and deaf man could tell you that. His anger rolled of him in waves.
"Why do we have to go out and met the stupid southerners anyway?" he snapped at Tala, who was quiet calmly reading a book.
"So that they won't go to war, and so you two make friends. Which I doubt will happen."
"Of course I won't make friends with that stuck- up cow!" Kai's voice was harsh.
Tala now felt his own anger rising. He was tempted to hit Kai for insulting his family, but instead he took a deep breath and replied, "Don't judge her until you really know her, Kai. She doesn't like to be insulted."
It was true. He knew it from personal experience. The memory of Cassandra freezing a potential suitor's feet to the floor because he thought she was to "aggressive and over reactive" for him, almost made him smile. Those were the times.
"What's so funny?" Kai asked, his temper cooling.
"I was remembering a rumour that was going around ages ago. It doesn't really matter," Tala told him with a shrug.
But Kai thought that there was more to it than that.
~*~*~*
The ride to the channel that separated the two continents was relatively uneventful. Cassandra complained a bit, that was all.
When they reached the boat that was separating them from the peace talks they discovered a reasonably large cruise ship. The main deck was polished to a shine and there were two rooms already prepared for them.
The compartments were not as large as her rooms at home, but the were clean and homey. The walls were painted a crystalline green blue that matched the sea on a calm day perfectly. The sheets on the two beds that Leslie and Cassandra would rest upon were white cotton.
"At least we don't have to share a room with the boys," Cassandra pointed out with a malicious grin.
"Too true, milady." Leslie returned the grin with one of her own.
"I happen to take offence to that, I hope you know," Dan said in mock anger from the open door between the two cabins.
The two women gave quiet chuckles. "You would take offence if the world was run the way you wanted it to be."
~*~*~*
Tala looked out of the windows in his rooms next to that of Kai's. He gave a sigh. Oh he knew that his sister was coming for the peace talks she had written to his a few days before, as he had wrote asking her who would be representing the crown.
He defiantly didn't want to think about how his friends would react once they knew he had an sister, who was the crown princess of Ice and the fact that - considering that his mother was the queen- he was a prince in his own right.
Why did life have to be so complicated?
"You seem to be doing a lot of thinking and sighing these days, Tala," Kai told his most trusted friend from the door.
Tala mumbled something incoherent. It took Kai a little while to figure out it was in Cold- tongue. "What did you say?"
"A princess of a rival will become one of your ranks, she going to shock the breeches off you. They will change the course of history. The new age is coming, Kai," Tala told him, not moving his eyes from the window.
"How do you know all that?" Kai was asking an unusual number of questions.
"There was a prophecy made, many years ago that a generation heirs of this world would call upon all the powers and gods to change the course of destiny and fate for the rest of time." Tala turned around and smile dryly at the crown prince.
"And?" Kai prodded.
"Kai, my friend, you are slow today." He grinned a bit, before he turned serious once more.
"We ARE that generation."
Kai blinked at him. He could he possibly know all that? The country of prophecies and future seeing was the Land of Ice. . . .
~*~*~*
I know that chappie was a bit short, but I revealed a lot of important stuff for you lovely readers.
People who review get lots of their favourite cookies.
GalPhoe.
Breeches is the medieval word people used back then for pants.
On wit the fic.
ELEMENTAL WORLD.
Chapter 2: Travellers and Prophecies.
Galux Phoenix.
She didn't know how they did it, but they did. Convincing Cassandra to journey to another continent without a fuss was a major achievement. The only thing she got worked up about was her wardrobe.
Cassandra's parents wanted her to take dresses and overly feminine things. Cassandra wanted to take breeches and shirts.
The Ice Princess had refused to go if she couldn't take the clothes that she wanted. She was one of the most stubborn people in the family, so far only her half- brother had matched her on that front.
She gave a sigh from her position atop Starlight. Her four riding companions all slid glances at her. Dan of course was by her side, as he was ordered to be. Robert "The Negotiator" Foreman of the Ice Palace and Snow tribes, was riding on her other side, he was a year older than Cassandra and was quiet tall for his age. Dark purple hair had been combed back perfectly, one bang on each side looked almost like small wings.
Her mother had ordered that two guards accompany the heir of ice to the peace talks. Cassandra knew that she was perfectly able to defend herself properly.
"What is it now, Cassey?" Dan asked impatiently.
"How long is this trip going to take?" she asked, her voice tired.
"Two more days til we reach the channel, a day on a boat then we ride for another day and a half." Cassandra sighed again, they had already been riding for a day.
One of the guards, Leslie, gave a quiet chuckle at the of the heir to the Ice throne. Her hair had been cropped just under her earlobes and was a kind of dirty blonde. Eyes of light blue shone with mirth and kindness. Both Leslie and the other guard - Peter- wore the uniform of the Royal Guards: white long sleeved short, ice blue tunic bordered with white and silver, and tan breeches.
Robert was trying to hid a small smile as he watched Cassandra's shoulders slump.
"I'm glad you guys think this is funny," she muttered, half- heartedly glaring at her companions.
"Ligh'en up, child," Peter told her. "At least you'll see y'brother there."
Cassandra sat straighter in the saddle, and grinned. Peter was right, Tala would be there, and she was going to have fun tormenting him.
~*~*~*
Kai paced in front of the roaring fireplace in her personal chambers. He was angry. A blind and deaf man could tell you that. His anger rolled of him in waves.
"Why do we have to go out and met the stupid southerners anyway?" he snapped at Tala, who was quiet calmly reading a book.
"So that they won't go to war, and so you two make friends. Which I doubt will happen."
"Of course I won't make friends with that stuck- up cow!" Kai's voice was harsh.
Tala now felt his own anger rising. He was tempted to hit Kai for insulting his family, but instead he took a deep breath and replied, "Don't judge her until you really know her, Kai. She doesn't like to be insulted."
It was true. He knew it from personal experience. The memory of Cassandra freezing a potential suitor's feet to the floor because he thought she was to "aggressive and over reactive" for him, almost made him smile. Those were the times.
"What's so funny?" Kai asked, his temper cooling.
"I was remembering a rumour that was going around ages ago. It doesn't really matter," Tala told him with a shrug.
But Kai thought that there was more to it than that.
~*~*~*
The ride to the channel that separated the two continents was relatively uneventful. Cassandra complained a bit, that was all.
When they reached the boat that was separating them from the peace talks they discovered a reasonably large cruise ship. The main deck was polished to a shine and there were two rooms already prepared for them.
The compartments were not as large as her rooms at home, but the were clean and homey. The walls were painted a crystalline green blue that matched the sea on a calm day perfectly. The sheets on the two beds that Leslie and Cassandra would rest upon were white cotton.
"At least we don't have to share a room with the boys," Cassandra pointed out with a malicious grin.
"Too true, milady." Leslie returned the grin with one of her own.
"I happen to take offence to that, I hope you know," Dan said in mock anger from the open door between the two cabins.
The two women gave quiet chuckles. "You would take offence if the world was run the way you wanted it to be."
~*~*~*
Tala looked out of the windows in his rooms next to that of Kai's. He gave a sigh. Oh he knew that his sister was coming for the peace talks she had written to his a few days before, as he had wrote asking her who would be representing the crown.
He defiantly didn't want to think about how his friends would react once they knew he had an sister, who was the crown princess of Ice and the fact that - considering that his mother was the queen- he was a prince in his own right.
Why did life have to be so complicated?
"You seem to be doing a lot of thinking and sighing these days, Tala," Kai told his most trusted friend from the door.
Tala mumbled something incoherent. It took Kai a little while to figure out it was in Cold- tongue. "What did you say?"
"A princess of a rival will become one of your ranks, she going to shock the breeches off you. They will change the course of history. The new age is coming, Kai," Tala told him, not moving his eyes from the window.
"How do you know all that?" Kai was asking an unusual number of questions.
"There was a prophecy made, many years ago that a generation heirs of this world would call upon all the powers and gods to change the course of destiny and fate for the rest of time." Tala turned around and smile dryly at the crown prince.
"And?" Kai prodded.
"Kai, my friend, you are slow today." He grinned a bit, before he turned serious once more.
"We ARE that generation."
Kai blinked at him. He could he possibly know all that? The country of prophecies and future seeing was the Land of Ice. . . .
~*~*~*
I know that chappie was a bit short, but I revealed a lot of important stuff for you lovely readers.
People who review get lots of their favourite cookies.
GalPhoe.
