The Dawn of Racheal
Part one
"She wasn`t serious! No!! She couldn`t be serious!!" thought the young man franticly as he
stood nervously before the Queen. He a was a solid youth, tall for any age with dark
hair and eyes. Wasn`t all lean, unlike his younger brothers who were standing a part from
him, snickering in the back ground. He was too built to be lean. Not that he excerised a lot,
but it most had been a genetic thing he got from his father, who was also solid bodied. And
with a solid body came a solid face to go with it. It was not at all soft, as was the believed
fashion of princes, and tended to look more like he was going to *hurt* somebody, than *help*
somebody. But at that moment, it looked more afraid than anything else.
"Philonal, you know that it is time...."
Philonal cringed mentally at the full stating of his name. He really hated it when people
called him that. For some reason he felt the name sounded too hard, too proper. Why couldn`t
she just call him Phil?
"Philonal! Are you listening to me??"
"Uh...yes mother.."
He directed his eyes twords her own, which would have had to look downwards, if had not she
been seated in the high thrown.
"As everyone knows. yesterday was your 18th birthday,and I feel that you are now ready to have
those."
Phil directed his vision to his own hands which held two pink banded bracelets, each with
a blue star embedded orb in the middle. Some one who didn`t know better would believe them,
to be a strange birthday present for a *son*. But Phil, unfortunitly, knew the perpose of
the gift.
"B...But Mother! I am not ready to get married!"
The Queen looked quite appalled by her eldest`s son`s sudden outburst. The King, as before,
said nothing. Yet even his brothers ceised their snickering, shock by the outburst from
their "forever polite, never-making waves" oldest brother.
"Oh my dear Prince" Gandolf the royal adviser said breaking the uncomfortable silence.
"You don`t have to be wed just of yet...." but getting an evil glance from the queen he
quicky added "But.. you should at least start looking for potential canidates"
"Canidates?!" Phil`s husky bearlike voice rang thoughout the thrown room
" I do not wish to look for *canidates*! If I find someone that I trust and love and who
will love me in return , *then* I shall wed! I shall marry for love, not from circumstances!!"
"Is that what you truely believe?"
Phil turned twords his father in suprised and stepped back a bit. It wasn`t that he was really
afraid of his father, but his outburst had suprised even himself. He hoped his father wasn`t *too*
cross with him.
"Do you truely believe that?" he repeating in the same emotionless tone "Some cannot help but to wed
from circumstances. Either from wedlock, forced betroval, or many other things. That is the way of
life sometimes. Now what are your beliefs on that?"
He stared at his eldest straight in the eye and waited for an answer.
The young prince took a depp, calming before answering "Yes."
Then with more courage added " With all of my heart I believe I am right. And when those times,
circumstances outweights the right of happiness, I feel that those times are......unmistakablely
unjust."
"*Unjust*, you say?" the king said, with slight humour in his voice.
"Yes....and sometime those injustices can not be helped, but many times if you have the strenght
they can be. And that is what I think on *that*. And right now I believe that this is injustice,
because not only does my mind tell me no, but also my heart."
The silence that followed the end of his speech, began to unnerve the young prince and his began to
regret that he said anything in the first place.
"Ummm......is that so?" the latter asked, breaking the silence
"Yes, it is"
"Very well then. You better start getting ready for you journey tomorrow"
"Huh? Journey?? Wha? What are you talking about, Father??"
"The journey to the council meeting of the Knight of Ceephied. I was going to go there myself, but
from your little speech there, I feel that maybe you are ready to take such a trip."
"B..but..but what about...."
"No you do not have to be wed"
"Willaim??!" the queen gasped
"But you must.." he cut in smoothly before his wife could say anything futher " ..keep the bracelets.
They were presented to you by your mother, and as custom you must keep them and present one of the
pair to your future spouse....some day"
The queen seemed content with that, a least a bit. At least he couldn`t give them back.
" I understand, Father" Phil said, finally over the shock of it all " And at the council I will
represent my kingdom with the best of esteem."
"Perhaps you will, my son" whispered the king with a smile " or maybe even something more"
Part one
"She wasn`t serious! No!! She couldn`t be serious!!" thought the young man franticly as he
stood nervously before the Queen. He a was a solid youth, tall for any age with dark
hair and eyes. Wasn`t all lean, unlike his younger brothers who were standing a part from
him, snickering in the back ground. He was too built to be lean. Not that he excerised a lot,
but it most had been a genetic thing he got from his father, who was also solid bodied. And
with a solid body came a solid face to go with it. It was not at all soft, as was the believed
fashion of princes, and tended to look more like he was going to *hurt* somebody, than *help*
somebody. But at that moment, it looked more afraid than anything else.
"Philonal, you know that it is time...."
Philonal cringed mentally at the full stating of his name. He really hated it when people
called him that. For some reason he felt the name sounded too hard, too proper. Why couldn`t
she just call him Phil?
"Philonal! Are you listening to me??"
"Uh...yes mother.."
He directed his eyes twords her own, which would have had to look downwards, if had not she
been seated in the high thrown.
"As everyone knows. yesterday was your 18th birthday,and I feel that you are now ready to have
those."
Phil directed his vision to his own hands which held two pink banded bracelets, each with
a blue star embedded orb in the middle. Some one who didn`t know better would believe them,
to be a strange birthday present for a *son*. But Phil, unfortunitly, knew the perpose of
the gift.
"B...But Mother! I am not ready to get married!"
The Queen looked quite appalled by her eldest`s son`s sudden outburst. The King, as before,
said nothing. Yet even his brothers ceised their snickering, shock by the outburst from
their "forever polite, never-making waves" oldest brother.
"Oh my dear Prince" Gandolf the royal adviser said breaking the uncomfortable silence.
"You don`t have to be wed just of yet...." but getting an evil glance from the queen he
quicky added "But.. you should at least start looking for potential canidates"
"Canidates?!" Phil`s husky bearlike voice rang thoughout the thrown room
" I do not wish to look for *canidates*! If I find someone that I trust and love and who
will love me in return , *then* I shall wed! I shall marry for love, not from circumstances!!"
"Is that what you truely believe?"
Phil turned twords his father in suprised and stepped back a bit. It wasn`t that he was really
afraid of his father, but his outburst had suprised even himself. He hoped his father wasn`t *too*
cross with him.
"Do you truely believe that?" he repeating in the same emotionless tone "Some cannot help but to wed
from circumstances. Either from wedlock, forced betroval, or many other things. That is the way of
life sometimes. Now what are your beliefs on that?"
He stared at his eldest straight in the eye and waited for an answer.
The young prince took a depp, calming before answering "Yes."
Then with more courage added " With all of my heart I believe I am right. And when those times,
circumstances outweights the right of happiness, I feel that those times are......unmistakablely
unjust."
"*Unjust*, you say?" the king said, with slight humour in his voice.
"Yes....and sometime those injustices can not be helped, but many times if you have the strenght
they can be. And that is what I think on *that*. And right now I believe that this is injustice,
because not only does my mind tell me no, but also my heart."
The silence that followed the end of his speech, began to unnerve the young prince and his began to
regret that he said anything in the first place.
"Ummm......is that so?" the latter asked, breaking the silence
"Yes, it is"
"Very well then. You better start getting ready for you journey tomorrow"
"Huh? Journey?? Wha? What are you talking about, Father??"
"The journey to the council meeting of the Knight of Ceephied. I was going to go there myself, but
from your little speech there, I feel that maybe you are ready to take such a trip."
"B..but..but what about...."
"No you do not have to be wed"
"Willaim??!" the queen gasped
"But you must.." he cut in smoothly before his wife could say anything futher " ..keep the bracelets.
They were presented to you by your mother, and as custom you must keep them and present one of the
pair to your future spouse....some day"
The queen seemed content with that, a least a bit. At least he couldn`t give them back.
" I understand, Father" Phil said, finally over the shock of it all " And at the council I will
represent my kingdom with the best of esteem."
"Perhaps you will, my son" whispered the king with a smile " or maybe even something more"