I have officially typed this chapter five times. It keeps getting deleted, unable to open, lost, ect, ect. IT'S DRIVING ME NUTS!!! If this doesn't work, I'm going to scream.
Please excuse any spelling errors there might be. I'm a horrible speller and the spellcheck has decided not to work.
Prince Cen thundered on the back of the freshly-dressed stallion, laughing as it reared up defiantly. He was by no means a small man, but this horse could stride just as easily with his broad bulk than when he had no rider at all. It charged ahead, closer and closer to the palace. Looking ahead of him, Cen realized too late they were headed straight for the slave from the banquet. He tried to stop the horse, and the slave looked up. He was thrown off the horse's back and the slave fell beneath it's steel-clad hooves...
Flar was just taking over Nor's post when a horrid animal yell echoed across the grounds. Looking up, they saw their future ruler fall off a black stallion's back and an innocent girl fall victim to it's hooves. Without hesitating they sprinted off to save their prince and an innocent girl from almost certain death...
Mia frowned after the vanishing figure of the prince. Even as good a rider as he was, he was riding that stallion much too hard. Poor beast. Ah, well, nothing she could do about it. She diverted her attention to mucking the stalls. As she finished she heard the faint scream of a horse. Squinting her eyes, she saw the black blur of her newest horse throw the prince off his back and fall upon some girl. Dropping her shovel she hurried off to contain the black before it could harm anyone else...
Uea pranced lightly, gently practicing the steps to the newest dance. She liked the extra twirls, complimenting the ribbons each girl wore. Hearing a commontion from the field near her, she saw a large black horse easily toss the young prince off and it's sharp hooves fall on a girl from the kitchens. Running lightly in the way only dancers can, she ran off to see if she could be of help...
Ashee wanted to scream. She would have settled for hanging her mouth open in the way one did and pretending to, but that tended to direct more unusual stares at her. She despised those pathetic, falsely sympathetic stares. Her masters forgot too often that just because she couldn't protest aloud did not mean she didn't feel the pressures of the day. Thank the Holies she had been let of early. Chancing a glance out the window, she saw a black blur hurl the prince out of the saddle and land on some girl. With a dawning horror she recognized the girl as her sister and ran to save her from the sharp steel attacking her...
Cen saw everything through a blanket of black fog, time moving slower than normal. He vagualy felt two pairs of hands steadying him, watching as a blur grabbed the stallion, murmmuring to it. The slave-blob picked herself off the ground, shaking another blur as it tried to help her, turning to assure a smaller fuzzy outline she was fine. Soon the fog drifted away and time returned to normal. Cen recognized the men holding him as Flar and Nor, two palace guards. The horemaster, he forgot her name constantly, stroked the black horse's muzzle, seemingly deep in conversation with it. A red-haired dancer girl tried to tend to the slave's wounds, only to be ignored until she gave up, irritated. The slave was talking to a younger slave, clearly a blood relative for they looked ridiculusly alike, telling her she was fine. Cen brushed the guard's hands off, wobbling as he tried to stand on his own. Oh, how his head hurt. For an instant, the group looked at one another, and all felt something pass between them.
Mia noticed it first. She'd had the strangest dream a few nights before, involving a group of six besides herself, and these before her looked so simalar to those people from the dream. Awkwardly, she opened her mouth to speak.
Ashee tugged on Alie's sleeve, mentally telling her that these were the people from her dream. Alie looked at her startled, asking her if she were sure, but in reality she knew the answer already...
Nor turned to Flar, grinning.
"Hey, remember that dream we both said we had?" Flar shushed him, brows furrowed. These people did remarkably resemble the ones from that odd dream he'd a little while ago...
Uea blinked in surprise. Less than a week ago a dragon had come to her dreams, with news of a quest and six descirptions. These people were the ones from that blessed vision, she was sure...
Cen looked at the commoners surronding him, greatly confused. He saw a group, this group, gathered around a shrine, hands place one on top of another, beckoning him to join. Then it hit him, a dream he was only now able to recall. It involved these people, and a stone of some sort. Wait, he knew that gem... It was in the castle treasury...
"I'm sorry, you're all going to think I'm nuts, but did any of you dream a couple nights ago? I did, and I'm almost certain all of you were in it..." Mia trailed off uncertainly. The group stared at her. Easy-going Nor was the first to speak up, grinning.
"Yeah, I did, and it was about all of us too. Hey, Flar did as-" Nor yelped when Flar jabbed him sharply in the ribs.
"Hold-your-tongue, how many times do I have to tell you?" Flar hissed. Nor fell silent.
"No, neither of you are crazy, I had the same kind of thing," Uea piped up, "All seven of us were there-" Cen started laughing sarcasticly.
"Honestly, do any of you know who I am?" he asked. The four fell silent. (Alie and Ashee had been silent anyway.)
"Yeah, we know you. Your majesty," Nor added hastily, looking at the ground.
"Good. Now answer me this- What would I, the next generation of the noble Waltz line, be doing in the dreams of you, simple commoners? I suspect you all had a vaugely simialar dream and are simply exagerating. It's a coincidence, that's all."
"Can it really be a coincidence that so many felt the same thing, your majesty?" Alie asked, spitting out your majesty like it was the dirtiest of titles. Cen raised an eyebrow at her.
"So you claim to be a part of this madness, slave?" He said slave in the same tone she had used on him. Alie drew her chin up, a dangerous move.
"Not I but my sister, whom I'd believe no matter what story she told." Cen stepped up to Alie, in such a close proximity they were in each other's personal space, breathing one another's air. Her scent filled his nostrils and he exhaled, whispering so only Alie could hear his words.
"So you admit to having a relative," he leaned in closer, tracing down her forearm where they both knew a mighty dragon resided, "I wonder. Does she to have the mark of your forbbiden tribe," Cen whispered seductivley into her ear, telling her of his power over her with but a single word, "Amazon?" Something flickered across the emotionless eyes. Fear? Cen couldn't tell, but something was there now. Alie spoke up, speaking just as low.
"I think you presume too much, highness." Cen pulled away slightly, hand still tracing her arm.
"I doubt that slave. I doubt that greatly." Alie jerked away from him.
"If you insist upon talking to me," she said, "you should have a name to call me by. It's not slave. It's Alie." she turned and walked off. Cen chuckled quietly.
"All right, Alie. I'll play your game." He turned and went in the opposite direction. Ashee chased after her sister. The remaining four stood in confusion.
"Uh... What just happened here?" Nor asked. Uea looked towards the vanishing figure of the prince.
"I fear that boy's the same as his father." The group nodded, and all went their seperate ways, none sensing their seperate ways would soon become singular...
*Sailor Kirby can be seen crying* It's just not as good as it was the first time... *completly dissolves in tears*
The first time, it was wonderful, each word the exact way it was meant to be, every paragraph, every sentence, just dripping with symbolism and foreshadowing. It would have set my language teacher into shock. Well, my language teacher last year. This one would have just glanced at it and said it was nice. She's not like my one last year. Oh well. Anyway, if you hated this chapter, feel free to express your disgust. It won't hurt my feelings. I hate it myself...
Please excuse any spelling errors there might be. I'm a horrible speller and the spellcheck has decided not to work.
Prince Cen thundered on the back of the freshly-dressed stallion, laughing as it reared up defiantly. He was by no means a small man, but this horse could stride just as easily with his broad bulk than when he had no rider at all. It charged ahead, closer and closer to the palace. Looking ahead of him, Cen realized too late they were headed straight for the slave from the banquet. He tried to stop the horse, and the slave looked up. He was thrown off the horse's back and the slave fell beneath it's steel-clad hooves...
Flar was just taking over Nor's post when a horrid animal yell echoed across the grounds. Looking up, they saw their future ruler fall off a black stallion's back and an innocent girl fall victim to it's hooves. Without hesitating they sprinted off to save their prince and an innocent girl from almost certain death...
Mia frowned after the vanishing figure of the prince. Even as good a rider as he was, he was riding that stallion much too hard. Poor beast. Ah, well, nothing she could do about it. She diverted her attention to mucking the stalls. As she finished she heard the faint scream of a horse. Squinting her eyes, she saw the black blur of her newest horse throw the prince off his back and fall upon some girl. Dropping her shovel she hurried off to contain the black before it could harm anyone else...
Uea pranced lightly, gently practicing the steps to the newest dance. She liked the extra twirls, complimenting the ribbons each girl wore. Hearing a commontion from the field near her, she saw a large black horse easily toss the young prince off and it's sharp hooves fall on a girl from the kitchens. Running lightly in the way only dancers can, she ran off to see if she could be of help...
Ashee wanted to scream. She would have settled for hanging her mouth open in the way one did and pretending to, but that tended to direct more unusual stares at her. She despised those pathetic, falsely sympathetic stares. Her masters forgot too often that just because she couldn't protest aloud did not mean she didn't feel the pressures of the day. Thank the Holies she had been let of early. Chancing a glance out the window, she saw a black blur hurl the prince out of the saddle and land on some girl. With a dawning horror she recognized the girl as her sister and ran to save her from the sharp steel attacking her...
Cen saw everything through a blanket of black fog, time moving slower than normal. He vagualy felt two pairs of hands steadying him, watching as a blur grabbed the stallion, murmmuring to it. The slave-blob picked herself off the ground, shaking another blur as it tried to help her, turning to assure a smaller fuzzy outline she was fine. Soon the fog drifted away and time returned to normal. Cen recognized the men holding him as Flar and Nor, two palace guards. The horemaster, he forgot her name constantly, stroked the black horse's muzzle, seemingly deep in conversation with it. A red-haired dancer girl tried to tend to the slave's wounds, only to be ignored until she gave up, irritated. The slave was talking to a younger slave, clearly a blood relative for they looked ridiculusly alike, telling her she was fine. Cen brushed the guard's hands off, wobbling as he tried to stand on his own. Oh, how his head hurt. For an instant, the group looked at one another, and all felt something pass between them.
Mia noticed it first. She'd had the strangest dream a few nights before, involving a group of six besides herself, and these before her looked so simalar to those people from the dream. Awkwardly, she opened her mouth to speak.
Ashee tugged on Alie's sleeve, mentally telling her that these were the people from her dream. Alie looked at her startled, asking her if she were sure, but in reality she knew the answer already...
Nor turned to Flar, grinning.
"Hey, remember that dream we both said we had?" Flar shushed him, brows furrowed. These people did remarkably resemble the ones from that odd dream he'd a little while ago...
Uea blinked in surprise. Less than a week ago a dragon had come to her dreams, with news of a quest and six descirptions. These people were the ones from that blessed vision, she was sure...
Cen looked at the commoners surronding him, greatly confused. He saw a group, this group, gathered around a shrine, hands place one on top of another, beckoning him to join. Then it hit him, a dream he was only now able to recall. It involved these people, and a stone of some sort. Wait, he knew that gem... It was in the castle treasury...
"I'm sorry, you're all going to think I'm nuts, but did any of you dream a couple nights ago? I did, and I'm almost certain all of you were in it..." Mia trailed off uncertainly. The group stared at her. Easy-going Nor was the first to speak up, grinning.
"Yeah, I did, and it was about all of us too. Hey, Flar did as-" Nor yelped when Flar jabbed him sharply in the ribs.
"Hold-your-tongue, how many times do I have to tell you?" Flar hissed. Nor fell silent.
"No, neither of you are crazy, I had the same kind of thing," Uea piped up, "All seven of us were there-" Cen started laughing sarcasticly.
"Honestly, do any of you know who I am?" he asked. The four fell silent. (Alie and Ashee had been silent anyway.)
"Yeah, we know you. Your majesty," Nor added hastily, looking at the ground.
"Good. Now answer me this- What would I, the next generation of the noble Waltz line, be doing in the dreams of you, simple commoners? I suspect you all had a vaugely simialar dream and are simply exagerating. It's a coincidence, that's all."
"Can it really be a coincidence that so many felt the same thing, your majesty?" Alie asked, spitting out your majesty like it was the dirtiest of titles. Cen raised an eyebrow at her.
"So you claim to be a part of this madness, slave?" He said slave in the same tone she had used on him. Alie drew her chin up, a dangerous move.
"Not I but my sister, whom I'd believe no matter what story she told." Cen stepped up to Alie, in such a close proximity they were in each other's personal space, breathing one another's air. Her scent filled his nostrils and he exhaled, whispering so only Alie could hear his words.
"So you admit to having a relative," he leaned in closer, tracing down her forearm where they both knew a mighty dragon resided, "I wonder. Does she to have the mark of your forbbiden tribe," Cen whispered seductivley into her ear, telling her of his power over her with but a single word, "Amazon?" Something flickered across the emotionless eyes. Fear? Cen couldn't tell, but something was there now. Alie spoke up, speaking just as low.
"I think you presume too much, highness." Cen pulled away slightly, hand still tracing her arm.
"I doubt that slave. I doubt that greatly." Alie jerked away from him.
"If you insist upon talking to me," she said, "you should have a name to call me by. It's not slave. It's Alie." she turned and walked off. Cen chuckled quietly.
"All right, Alie. I'll play your game." He turned and went in the opposite direction. Ashee chased after her sister. The remaining four stood in confusion.
"Uh... What just happened here?" Nor asked. Uea looked towards the vanishing figure of the prince.
"I fear that boy's the same as his father." The group nodded, and all went their seperate ways, none sensing their seperate ways would soon become singular...
*Sailor Kirby can be seen crying* It's just not as good as it was the first time... *completly dissolves in tears*
The first time, it was wonderful, each word the exact way it was meant to be, every paragraph, every sentence, just dripping with symbolism and foreshadowing. It would have set my language teacher into shock. Well, my language teacher last year. This one would have just glanced at it and said it was nice. She's not like my one last year. Oh well. Anyway, if you hated this chapter, feel free to express your disgust. It won't hurt my feelings. I hate it myself...