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Extended Summary: A Scanran girl named Selenay is the daughter of a warlord defeated by Magur. Magur uses her. Then, in order to keep the peace with Carthak, he sells her as a slave to Kaddar. She has an elemental connection to the ocean. It brings her to the brink of insanity, and tries to push her off the edge numerous times. (A magic that is destructive to its owner! At last! Jeez...I am so mean). Expecting some romance with Kaddar later on.
(Chapter 5)
(A Couple Hours Later…)
Selenay was snuggled in the bed, wrapped with warm sheets. She was asleep, and not dreaming for once, which was a relief. Nam had carried her up to the room she was in now. Servants had attended to her, and they treated her as if she were a Princess again.
They had bathed her in warm water, soaping her hair with herbs and other things she couldn't name. She had fallen asleep in the tub, and they had let her sleep, carrying her out to her new room.
That was where she was sleeping in luxury.
A soft knock at the door woke her up and she mumbling something incoherent before getting up to open the door.
"Oh dear, you didn't have to get up! I was just wondering if you were awake!" The blonde woman looked slightly worried.
Selenay smiled sleepily at the woman.
"I do have a key, you know," the woman prattled on. "I could have let myself in, but since you did it for me, I didn't have to get it out and possibly spill your food!" She was stopped from embarrassing herself further by the touch of Selenay's hand on her arm. "Oh, by the way, I'm Varice." The blonde seemed flustered about something.
Selenay just stood there, picking out words to say to Varice. Why are you in such a rush? What are you smiling about? Instead she just smiled at the woman.
"Here's your dinner!" Selenay scrutinized the woman as she talked animatedly about everything. Varice was tall and slender, a good combination. She was also blonde, though not has silvery blonde as Selenay herself.
Varice chattered on until Selenay was finished with her dinner. She talked about everything from her new husband to the Wildmage that had caused so much destruction so many months past. Selenay learned that Varice was pregnant with the child of her new husband, Emperor Kaddar's Head Servant. When Selenay started to yawn more and more frequently.
"Oh you must be so tired, you poor child. I'll let you rest now. Don't worry about anything until the morning! Sweet dreams, little one." Varice tucked Selenay in as if she were a little child, even humming a soft lullaby.
*#*#*
Kaddar paced through his chambers, trying to figure out what had happened earlier in the day. What had happened to him to make him fall in the canal? Why had he not been able to see suddenly? What did this all have to do with the Scanran Princess?
"Your Most Eminent Majesty, I entreat you to stop pacing! It is not a good habit to get into at all!" His Advisor, Chelan, said stuffily.
"Why?" Kaddar snapped. He suddenly realized how tired his legs were. He had paced his rather extensive suite of rooms at least five times now. Sighing, he sat heavily onto his overstuffed chair. "Sit Chelan, sit." He motioned to a chair and rested his head on his hands.
"Your Most Eminent Majesty?" Chelan asked nervously, the closest that he could get to concern.
"Can you answer something for me, Advisor?" Kaddar asked tiredly. "I have many unanswered questions, and I hope that you can help me."
"Go on," Chelan said primly.
"What do you think is a proper punishment for Lord Sathi?" Kaddar watched as the piggish face went white, then an interesting shade of scarlet. He knew that the man had connections with Sathi, and that was the only reason why both men were wealthy.
"What has the Lord Sathi done?" Chelan asked stiffly, struggling to compose himself.
"He has committed a federal offense, the enslaving of a child, a human being, for Mithros' sake! It is despicable! Slavery may have been fit for my uncle, Orzone, but I will not condone it!" Kaddar was controlling his urge to jump up and strangle his Advisor only slightly.
Chelan shook in his seat, afraid of his sovereign's wrath. "Your Most Eminent Majesty Kaddar, I am sorry if I may have offended you in anyway. Please! Forgive me!" Chelan dropped to his knees and flattened himself against the intricately tiled floor, making himself as vulnerable as possible.
"Get up, man," Kaddar sneered. He would have to get a new advisor, he decided. "I won't kill you," yet, he added silently to himself. "Now answer me! Don't just lay there and grovel, answer me!"
"Your Most Eminent Majesty Kaddar, fitting punishment for the L-Lord Sathi would be beheading in this case." Advisor Chelan's voice trembled just slightly.
"Make sure the order is carried out by dawn tomorrow." Kaddar sat back down, grinning slightly. His Advisor crawled backward to his chair.
"Yes, Emperor Kaddar," Chelan said, insinuating a slightly mocking tone into his voice. Kaddar pointedly ignored the jibe.
"Now, for my second question," Kaddar stretched long, tan legs out in front of him, "Who does that Scanran Princess belong too?"
"Why, you of course!" Chelan looked truly confused. Kaddar wasn't very surprised.
"No," he said with the patience of an adult speaking to a particularly obstinate child, "Whom did she belong to before Sathi stole her away?"
"I cannot say, Shinning Emperor." Chelan obviously wouldn't say, even though he did know.
"Do you know if she has any magic, afflictions or chronic illnesses?" Kaddar asked, moving swiftly from topic to topic to keep Advisor Chelan on his toes.
"Lord Sathi did say that he healed her mind at least two times on the voyage home; she starves herself and tried to commit suicide at least one time, and there was no sign of any Gift in her," Chelan replied smoothly, easily hopping from subject to subject. He knew that he was being tested, and he handled it with effortlessness.
Kaddar longed to ask the questions he had been thinking of earlier, but it would be of no avail to spill his fears and doubts to this gossipmonger. Instead, he smiled genially and waved at the Advisor: he was dismissed.
The sycophantic Advisor bowed out with many "Your Eminent Majesty's" and "Oh Shining Emperor of Imperial Honor's." Kaddar heaved a great sigh of relief when he was gone.
He summoned the ever-present courier to him at once. "Go tell the Lady Varice to bake something sweet for me. Oh- and while your at it send a singer in." Kaddar was almost too tired to be polite. "Thank you," he added a little belatedly. The boy ran off at once to do his bidding.
The Emperor was sprawled across the couch, thinking of Daine the Wildmage who had so recently left Carthak. He had thought of her as a mere nothing until he had really talked to her. Also until she had salvaged what was rest of his life and given it back to him.
He sighed again, noting that he was doing far too much sighing lately for hi own good.
The knock on the door snapped him out of his depressed reverie. "What is it?" he asked after a rather startled pause.
"The Signer you have requested is here, Oh Emperor of Carthak." The high voice of the courier informed him.
"Let her in." Kaddar reorganized himself on the couch so that he was sitting up and not laying down in a completely un-Emperor-like fashion.
"I am sorry to disappoint you, Your Majesty, but I am not a female." The man who walked in said with a look of slight consternation on his face. "All of the others signers are…busy." He said. "I am Nam- Marnam." The singer quickly corrected himself.
"Well, Nam," Kaddar pointedly used the first name the singer had given, "Sing something for me."
"Yes, Emperor." Nam cleared his throat and hummed a couple bars of a lilting melody. Then he began to sing:
"Silence in the morning
Kissed gently by the sun
The birdsong acts as herald
For the day that has yet to come
The clouds blow over gently
As the sun lights up the sky
The trees whisper with a rustle
And the wind takes up the cry
Flowers nod vibrant heads
While the dewdrops melt away
Slowly morning fades into the past
In its footsteps follows the newborn day."
Nam looked around the room-almost guilty, Kaddar thought- awaiting judgment of his performance.
"That was good," Kaddar voiced his approval. At first he tried to hide his astonishment at the young man's excellent voice, but he decided that Nam could use all the praise that he could get. "That was very good!" Kaddar smiled happily. "Would you sing another?"
Marnam's voice was just right- not too deep to be constantly out of tune, and not so high that it sounded female. His voice was rich and perfected, the core of music.
Marnam sang again, a shorter song this time, but a song made exquisitely beautiful by his voice,
"Wave upon wave
Crashing on the sand
Tearing at each life
That lives upon the land
Anger almost tangible
At watching the land die
Pounding on the beach
With each heart-torn cry,"
"Thank you Nam, that was…" Kaddar trailed off, not quite sure how to give the compliment. "It was splendid." He decided at last.
Nam's face broke out into a radiant smile. "Thank you, Great Emperor. Shall I sing another?" When Kaddar nodded, he sang again, and again and again. By the time his voice was hoarse, it was well past midnight.
"Thank you, Nam," Kaddar said sleepily.
Marnam walked out as he saw the Emperor's eyes closing. He stopped when a servant with a cake entered the room. "He's asleep, you know."
"Ah, thank you for telling me." The servant opened the door softly.
Marnam walked back to his room within the barracks of the other singers. He was one of the only male singers, but that didn't matter to him. The girls weren't there all the time, so most of the time, he had the whole floor to himself.
He began to hum as he walked through the palace. Nothing loud, just loud enough to fill the hallways around him.
*#*#*
Selenay woke up when she heard distant singing. She closed her eyes, remembering how she used to dance when she was younger, when her father was- no, she refused to think about it.
She remembered how she had gone through many dancing teachers, most of who had praised her talents in the beginning, and then scorned her as she continued to ignore their directions. They had said that she had natural talent, and that her graceful movements looked exactly like the water flowing.
Selenay smiled, as the music got louder. She crawled out of her bed and stood on the cold floor, just listening.
Then, with one quick movement, she began to dance.
The music flowed through her, using her as a channel to express it. Her arms moved in perfect synchronization with the rest of her body. Everything seemed right for a moment…she was flying through the air, leaping with joy and silent laughter.
With wild abandon, she flung open the door, not caring who saw her dancing. She wasn't thinking anymore, only dancing. All she knew was that she had to find the music, the wonderful music.
*#*#*
A/N: Alrighty...all that poetry is mine mine mine...please don't take it! :o) I want to try something: you tell me what you want to happen later on in the plot. I will pick one and yippee skippy! I'll announce whose ideas I picked.
Bwahahaha...
Do you people lik my characters? Do you want more? Would you like to suggest characters? Then feel free to do so.
I do have some questions, after all.
1. Does Kaddar have a gift?
2. What does Mary Sue mean?
That's it for now...so read, review and enjoy!
*#*#*
...EvenSong...
Extended Summary: A Scanran girl named Selenay is the daughter of a warlord defeated by Magur. Magur uses her. Then, in order to keep the peace with Carthak, he sells her as a slave to Kaddar. She has an elemental connection to the ocean. It brings her to the brink of insanity, and tries to push her off the edge numerous times. (A magic that is destructive to its owner! At last! Jeez...I am so mean). Expecting some romance with Kaddar later on.
(Chapter 5)
(A Couple Hours Later…)
Selenay was snuggled in the bed, wrapped with warm sheets. She was asleep, and not dreaming for once, which was a relief. Nam had carried her up to the room she was in now. Servants had attended to her, and they treated her as if she were a Princess again.
They had bathed her in warm water, soaping her hair with herbs and other things she couldn't name. She had fallen asleep in the tub, and they had let her sleep, carrying her out to her new room.
That was where she was sleeping in luxury.
A soft knock at the door woke her up and she mumbling something incoherent before getting up to open the door.
"Oh dear, you didn't have to get up! I was just wondering if you were awake!" The blonde woman looked slightly worried.
Selenay smiled sleepily at the woman.
"I do have a key, you know," the woman prattled on. "I could have let myself in, but since you did it for me, I didn't have to get it out and possibly spill your food!" She was stopped from embarrassing herself further by the touch of Selenay's hand on her arm. "Oh, by the way, I'm Varice." The blonde seemed flustered about something.
Selenay just stood there, picking out words to say to Varice. Why are you in such a rush? What are you smiling about? Instead she just smiled at the woman.
"Here's your dinner!" Selenay scrutinized the woman as she talked animatedly about everything. Varice was tall and slender, a good combination. She was also blonde, though not has silvery blonde as Selenay herself.
Varice chattered on until Selenay was finished with her dinner. She talked about everything from her new husband to the Wildmage that had caused so much destruction so many months past. Selenay learned that Varice was pregnant with the child of her new husband, Emperor Kaddar's Head Servant. When Selenay started to yawn more and more frequently.
"Oh you must be so tired, you poor child. I'll let you rest now. Don't worry about anything until the morning! Sweet dreams, little one." Varice tucked Selenay in as if she were a little child, even humming a soft lullaby.
*#*#*
Kaddar paced through his chambers, trying to figure out what had happened earlier in the day. What had happened to him to make him fall in the canal? Why had he not been able to see suddenly? What did this all have to do with the Scanran Princess?
"Your Most Eminent Majesty, I entreat you to stop pacing! It is not a good habit to get into at all!" His Advisor, Chelan, said stuffily.
"Why?" Kaddar snapped. He suddenly realized how tired his legs were. He had paced his rather extensive suite of rooms at least five times now. Sighing, he sat heavily onto his overstuffed chair. "Sit Chelan, sit." He motioned to a chair and rested his head on his hands.
"Your Most Eminent Majesty?" Chelan asked nervously, the closest that he could get to concern.
"Can you answer something for me, Advisor?" Kaddar asked tiredly. "I have many unanswered questions, and I hope that you can help me."
"Go on," Chelan said primly.
"What do you think is a proper punishment for Lord Sathi?" Kaddar watched as the piggish face went white, then an interesting shade of scarlet. He knew that the man had connections with Sathi, and that was the only reason why both men were wealthy.
"What has the Lord Sathi done?" Chelan asked stiffly, struggling to compose himself.
"He has committed a federal offense, the enslaving of a child, a human being, for Mithros' sake! It is despicable! Slavery may have been fit for my uncle, Orzone, but I will not condone it!" Kaddar was controlling his urge to jump up and strangle his Advisor only slightly.
Chelan shook in his seat, afraid of his sovereign's wrath. "Your Most Eminent Majesty Kaddar, I am sorry if I may have offended you in anyway. Please! Forgive me!" Chelan dropped to his knees and flattened himself against the intricately tiled floor, making himself as vulnerable as possible.
"Get up, man," Kaddar sneered. He would have to get a new advisor, he decided. "I won't kill you," yet, he added silently to himself. "Now answer me! Don't just lay there and grovel, answer me!"
"Your Most Eminent Majesty Kaddar, fitting punishment for the L-Lord Sathi would be beheading in this case." Advisor Chelan's voice trembled just slightly.
"Make sure the order is carried out by dawn tomorrow." Kaddar sat back down, grinning slightly. His Advisor crawled backward to his chair.
"Yes, Emperor Kaddar," Chelan said, insinuating a slightly mocking tone into his voice. Kaddar pointedly ignored the jibe.
"Now, for my second question," Kaddar stretched long, tan legs out in front of him, "Who does that Scanran Princess belong too?"
"Why, you of course!" Chelan looked truly confused. Kaddar wasn't very surprised.
"No," he said with the patience of an adult speaking to a particularly obstinate child, "Whom did she belong to before Sathi stole her away?"
"I cannot say, Shinning Emperor." Chelan obviously wouldn't say, even though he did know.
"Do you know if she has any magic, afflictions or chronic illnesses?" Kaddar asked, moving swiftly from topic to topic to keep Advisor Chelan on his toes.
"Lord Sathi did say that he healed her mind at least two times on the voyage home; she starves herself and tried to commit suicide at least one time, and there was no sign of any Gift in her," Chelan replied smoothly, easily hopping from subject to subject. He knew that he was being tested, and he handled it with effortlessness.
Kaddar longed to ask the questions he had been thinking of earlier, but it would be of no avail to spill his fears and doubts to this gossipmonger. Instead, he smiled genially and waved at the Advisor: he was dismissed.
The sycophantic Advisor bowed out with many "Your Eminent Majesty's" and "Oh Shining Emperor of Imperial Honor's." Kaddar heaved a great sigh of relief when he was gone.
He summoned the ever-present courier to him at once. "Go tell the Lady Varice to bake something sweet for me. Oh- and while your at it send a singer in." Kaddar was almost too tired to be polite. "Thank you," he added a little belatedly. The boy ran off at once to do his bidding.
The Emperor was sprawled across the couch, thinking of Daine the Wildmage who had so recently left Carthak. He had thought of her as a mere nothing until he had really talked to her. Also until she had salvaged what was rest of his life and given it back to him.
He sighed again, noting that he was doing far too much sighing lately for hi own good.
The knock on the door snapped him out of his depressed reverie. "What is it?" he asked after a rather startled pause.
"The Signer you have requested is here, Oh Emperor of Carthak." The high voice of the courier informed him.
"Let her in." Kaddar reorganized himself on the couch so that he was sitting up and not laying down in a completely un-Emperor-like fashion.
"I am sorry to disappoint you, Your Majesty, but I am not a female." The man who walked in said with a look of slight consternation on his face. "All of the others signers are…busy." He said. "I am Nam- Marnam." The singer quickly corrected himself.
"Well, Nam," Kaddar pointedly used the first name the singer had given, "Sing something for me."
"Yes, Emperor." Nam cleared his throat and hummed a couple bars of a lilting melody. Then he began to sing:
"Silence in the morning
Kissed gently by the sun
The birdsong acts as herald
For the day that has yet to come
The clouds blow over gently
As the sun lights up the sky
The trees whisper with a rustle
And the wind takes up the cry
Flowers nod vibrant heads
While the dewdrops melt away
Slowly morning fades into the past
In its footsteps follows the newborn day."
Nam looked around the room-almost guilty, Kaddar thought- awaiting judgment of his performance.
"That was good," Kaddar voiced his approval. At first he tried to hide his astonishment at the young man's excellent voice, but he decided that Nam could use all the praise that he could get. "That was very good!" Kaddar smiled happily. "Would you sing another?"
Marnam's voice was just right- not too deep to be constantly out of tune, and not so high that it sounded female. His voice was rich and perfected, the core of music.
Marnam sang again, a shorter song this time, but a song made exquisitely beautiful by his voice,
"Wave upon wave
Crashing on the sand
Tearing at each life
That lives upon the land
Anger almost tangible
At watching the land die
Pounding on the beach
With each heart-torn cry,"
"Thank you Nam, that was…" Kaddar trailed off, not quite sure how to give the compliment. "It was splendid." He decided at last.
Nam's face broke out into a radiant smile. "Thank you, Great Emperor. Shall I sing another?" When Kaddar nodded, he sang again, and again and again. By the time his voice was hoarse, it was well past midnight.
"Thank you, Nam," Kaddar said sleepily.
Marnam walked out as he saw the Emperor's eyes closing. He stopped when a servant with a cake entered the room. "He's asleep, you know."
"Ah, thank you for telling me." The servant opened the door softly.
Marnam walked back to his room within the barracks of the other singers. He was one of the only male singers, but that didn't matter to him. The girls weren't there all the time, so most of the time, he had the whole floor to himself.
He began to hum as he walked through the palace. Nothing loud, just loud enough to fill the hallways around him.
*#*#*
Selenay woke up when she heard distant singing. She closed her eyes, remembering how she used to dance when she was younger, when her father was- no, she refused to think about it.
She remembered how she had gone through many dancing teachers, most of who had praised her talents in the beginning, and then scorned her as she continued to ignore their directions. They had said that she had natural talent, and that her graceful movements looked exactly like the water flowing.
Selenay smiled, as the music got louder. She crawled out of her bed and stood on the cold floor, just listening.
Then, with one quick movement, she began to dance.
The music flowed through her, using her as a channel to express it. Her arms moved in perfect synchronization with the rest of her body. Everything seemed right for a moment…she was flying through the air, leaping with joy and silent laughter.
With wild abandon, she flung open the door, not caring who saw her dancing. She wasn't thinking anymore, only dancing. All she knew was that she had to find the music, the wonderful music.
*#*#*
A/N: Alrighty...all that poetry is mine mine mine...please don't take it! :o) I want to try something: you tell me what you want to happen later on in the plot. I will pick one and yippee skippy! I'll announce whose ideas I picked.
Bwahahaha...
Do you people lik my characters? Do you want more? Would you like to suggest characters? Then feel free to do so.
I do have some questions, after all.
1. Does Kaddar have a gift?
2. What does Mary Sue mean?
That's it for now...so read, review and enjoy!
*#*#*
...EvenSong...