**Sorry for the cliffhanger, and sorry about taking so long to update. School's been really bad and I've been sick. Oh well, on with the story. And please, the more you read and respond, the more I write!**
*Ya'll know how that disclaimer thing works. I don't own those Dragonlance characters. Myranalei and Seimairin are my creations. Don't sue me. Please.*
Seimairin watched her twin from the marble balcony they shared. The setting sun gleamed brightly, reflecting off of Myranalei's platinum blonde hair. As her sister had packed her books and spell components, Seimairin had packed her weaponry.. as well as a few items from the kitchen. Smiling softly she remembered the conversation that had taken place only an hour ago.
"We can't take all of that! That's too much food and you know it, Chiari. Myranalei barely eats as is and we're only taking two horses!" Sighing, Seimairin turned to look at the mound of food. Neatly wrapped in bundles and some in baskets, she guessed that it could easily feed forty people for three days.
"Now, mistress, you know you and your sister are like daughters to us. Please.. let us help you in every way we can." Pulling the young princess close, Chiari hugged her and then quickly pushed her out of the kitchen.
Seimairin tried to object, but she had learned long ago to just let it go. The older cook had once been Seimairin and Myranalei's maid when they were younger, and the twins felt a close bond to Chiari.
"Fine. But not so much. Mother and Father will pitch a fit. They're already mad because Daddy's griffon tore a chunk off of our balcony." Grinning, Seimairin turned to return to her room so that she could double-check her list of things she absolutely had to have.
"Those kids will be the death of me!" sighed Chiari. A warm, loving smile passed over her face. "And what a sweet death it will be." And with that, Chiari returned to her own packing and sorting.
Myranalei quietly shut the door to her sister's room. Walking over to the railing of the balcony, she too stared down at the town that had been their home for so long. Crysanthia was all that Myranalei knew. She didn't know if she could make it on her own. But then.. she wouldn't really be on her own. She had her sister. And that was all Myranalei needed.
"Sei?"
"Yeah?"
"Be prepared. It's a long journey from Crysanthia to Caergoth. And then we cross the bay and head for Solace. From there, we're going to Qualinost and Thorbardin. Maybe we'll even get to meet the Silvanesti elves." Taking a moment to glance at her sister's beaming face, Myranalei smiled. It was rumored that the royal family of Crysanthia were descendants of Qualinesti and Silvanesti royalty. Seimairin had always wanted to visit her friend Taknin, a Qualinesti elflord. The two had met one summer while their families were on vacation in New Tarsis, and they had immediately clicked. Myranalei knew it would make her sister happy to meet her friend again.
Seimairin's grin grew until her whole face was wrapped up in contagious happiness. "Warring elves, stubborn dwarves, and... Solamnic Knights? Myranalei, you know you could have picked a better journey." She muttered to herself. Life was just not going good.
Seimairin mounted her silver-streaked mare just as Myranalei mounted her bay stallion. The once cheerful guards-at-arms that watched the twins were melancholy, for the most part. The sisters were the children of the kingdom, not just the king and queen.
Waving good-bye and saying farewells, the guards opened the city gates for the girls, tears running down their once stoic faces for the girls they knew and loved. Both princesses rode silently away from the only place they had ever known, feeling alone and scared for the first time.
Seimairin prodded her slumbering sister with a stick she had been using to tend the fire with. Myranalei's eyes flared open as she jumped three feet into the air, away from her sleeping place, howling in pain. They'd been journeying for two days now, and Seimairin was catching up with her usual immature practical jokes.
"Sei! I'm gonna kill you!" Myranalei grabbed her spellbooks and began to chase after Seimairin as she ran around the campfire.
"You can only kill me if you catch me! Oooh! Can the little princess not catch her younger sister? What's the matter? Spellbooks slowing you down?" Seimairin provoked her sister with little or no care, loving the carefree feeling.
Myranalei found the page she was looking for in the spellbook her Lady had given her. Holding the spellbook in one hand and holding the palm of her hand out towards Seimairin, Myranalei spoke the words of magic written. Without warning, an ice beam shot out from Myranalei's hand making Seimairin, quite literally, freeze.
Falling to the ground with a loud thud, Seimairin blinked. 'Stupid dirt,' she thought. "Uh-oh.." whispering softly, Seimairin stared at the boots that stirred up dust at her nose. Sneezing loudly, she reprimanded herself for doing so. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid. They could kill us and nobody would know!' And just as suddenly as Myranalei had frozen her, Seimairin felt the ice melt from her lower body.
Looking across the campsite to her sister, Myranalei saw a giant of a man standing in front of her sister. Watching closely and quietly, Myranalei stared in shock as the ice slowly melted from Seimairin's legs. Just as the last patch of ice faded away, a midnight-black robed figure stepped out from behind the treeline. At once, Myranalei recognized him.
"....It's you..." were the last words Myranalei uttered before she fell to the ground, unconscious.
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I know it's not a good ending, but if I put more down, then I won't have a fifth chapter! Sorry! You'll have to tune in next week (or even tomorrow maybe?) for the next chapter: "The Light of the Fallen Tower"!
*Ya'll know how that disclaimer thing works. I don't own those Dragonlance characters. Myranalei and Seimairin are my creations. Don't sue me. Please.*
Seimairin watched her twin from the marble balcony they shared. The setting sun gleamed brightly, reflecting off of Myranalei's platinum blonde hair. As her sister had packed her books and spell components, Seimairin had packed her weaponry.. as well as a few items from the kitchen. Smiling softly she remembered the conversation that had taken place only an hour ago.
"We can't take all of that! That's too much food and you know it, Chiari. Myranalei barely eats as is and we're only taking two horses!" Sighing, Seimairin turned to look at the mound of food. Neatly wrapped in bundles and some in baskets, she guessed that it could easily feed forty people for three days.
"Now, mistress, you know you and your sister are like daughters to us. Please.. let us help you in every way we can." Pulling the young princess close, Chiari hugged her and then quickly pushed her out of the kitchen.
Seimairin tried to object, but she had learned long ago to just let it go. The older cook had once been Seimairin and Myranalei's maid when they were younger, and the twins felt a close bond to Chiari.
"Fine. But not so much. Mother and Father will pitch a fit. They're already mad because Daddy's griffon tore a chunk off of our balcony." Grinning, Seimairin turned to return to her room so that she could double-check her list of things she absolutely had to have.
"Those kids will be the death of me!" sighed Chiari. A warm, loving smile passed over her face. "And what a sweet death it will be." And with that, Chiari returned to her own packing and sorting.
Myranalei quietly shut the door to her sister's room. Walking over to the railing of the balcony, she too stared down at the town that had been their home for so long. Crysanthia was all that Myranalei knew. She didn't know if she could make it on her own. But then.. she wouldn't really be on her own. She had her sister. And that was all Myranalei needed.
"Sei?"
"Yeah?"
"Be prepared. It's a long journey from Crysanthia to Caergoth. And then we cross the bay and head for Solace. From there, we're going to Qualinost and Thorbardin. Maybe we'll even get to meet the Silvanesti elves." Taking a moment to glance at her sister's beaming face, Myranalei smiled. It was rumored that the royal family of Crysanthia were descendants of Qualinesti and Silvanesti royalty. Seimairin had always wanted to visit her friend Taknin, a Qualinesti elflord. The two had met one summer while their families were on vacation in New Tarsis, and they had immediately clicked. Myranalei knew it would make her sister happy to meet her friend again.
Seimairin's grin grew until her whole face was wrapped up in contagious happiness. "Warring elves, stubborn dwarves, and... Solamnic Knights? Myranalei, you know you could have picked a better journey." She muttered to herself. Life was just not going good.
Seimairin mounted her silver-streaked mare just as Myranalei mounted her bay stallion. The once cheerful guards-at-arms that watched the twins were melancholy, for the most part. The sisters were the children of the kingdom, not just the king and queen.
Waving good-bye and saying farewells, the guards opened the city gates for the girls, tears running down their once stoic faces for the girls they knew and loved. Both princesses rode silently away from the only place they had ever known, feeling alone and scared for the first time.
Seimairin prodded her slumbering sister with a stick she had been using to tend the fire with. Myranalei's eyes flared open as she jumped three feet into the air, away from her sleeping place, howling in pain. They'd been journeying for two days now, and Seimairin was catching up with her usual immature practical jokes.
"Sei! I'm gonna kill you!" Myranalei grabbed her spellbooks and began to chase after Seimairin as she ran around the campfire.
"You can only kill me if you catch me! Oooh! Can the little princess not catch her younger sister? What's the matter? Spellbooks slowing you down?" Seimairin provoked her sister with little or no care, loving the carefree feeling.
Myranalei found the page she was looking for in the spellbook her Lady had given her. Holding the spellbook in one hand and holding the palm of her hand out towards Seimairin, Myranalei spoke the words of magic written. Without warning, an ice beam shot out from Myranalei's hand making Seimairin, quite literally, freeze.
Falling to the ground with a loud thud, Seimairin blinked. 'Stupid dirt,' she thought. "Uh-oh.." whispering softly, Seimairin stared at the boots that stirred up dust at her nose. Sneezing loudly, she reprimanded herself for doing so. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid. They could kill us and nobody would know!' And just as suddenly as Myranalei had frozen her, Seimairin felt the ice melt from her lower body.
Looking across the campsite to her sister, Myranalei saw a giant of a man standing in front of her sister. Watching closely and quietly, Myranalei stared in shock as the ice slowly melted from Seimairin's legs. Just as the last patch of ice faded away, a midnight-black robed figure stepped out from behind the treeline. At once, Myranalei recognized him.
"....It's you..." were the last words Myranalei uttered before she fell to the ground, unconscious.
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I know it's not a good ending, but if I put more down, then I won't have a fifth chapter! Sorry! You'll have to tune in next week (or even tomorrow maybe?) for the next chapter: "The Light of the Fallen Tower"!