Reigning Memories
Chapter 1: Lost
Once upon a time in a faraway land where flowers bloomed and trees swayed, there stood a grand palace. The palace was beautifully built with every perfection imaginable including its young princess. The princess of blonde hair and cerulean sparkling eyes like the dew of the early dawn sighed as she looked out the window in her chamber. The reason why she sighed miserably was because this was the farthest that she would get to the outside. Her parents took great precaution in keeping her safe from everything that moved to anything at all. "Ah dear child be patient, your time will come soon." The young princess looked at her grandfather, her father's father, King Issah Gilmore. "Why hello your majesty." It was custom for even her grandfather and her parents to be addressed royally, but when no one was looking they would affectionately call each other "my little ballerina" and "Grandfather".
The young princess loved to dance. She would secretly perform for the children at the village disguised as a beggar. How she enjoyed those visits. It made her experience true joy, if only for an instance. "Francoise dear, wont you dance for me?" Her grandfather called to her. The princess gradually accepted and began to dance. Gracefully like a swan she moved, flying with the wind and the whispers that it carried. Her grandfather left and the princess felt miserable once again. "One day..." She whispered.
In the other side of the village where immense trees grew and huntsman hunted was a boy. His name Joe Shimamura, he was a helper to the priest of the churches land. "Father Do you need anything?" He asked politely, and even though he was sore from the day's chores he wanted to help in any way possible. He lived in the church with the father as his errand boy. "Ah yes I have an errand my little one. "Yes father, anything you need?" The father looked at the young boy curiously and kindly. He wasn't really a young boy, about 18 years of age. To him thought time had stopped a long time ago when he accepted gods will. "I was to deliver a parchment quill that was especially designed for the young princess at the palace, but the weariness of my bones has slowed me down quite a bit. By the time that I would reach the palace it would be two weeks from now." Joe nodded. "Say no more father I will deliver the quill to the Princess."
"Very well my boy and thank you, you are truly a blessing." The father nodded and patted Joe affectionately on his head softly. "No be off to bed it is getting late and I want you to set off for your journey tomorrow before dawn." Joe nodded and went to bed.
"Princess Francoise do you need anything else?" It was Francoise's best friend Princess Jullisa, "No Jullisa I'm just fine getting ready for bed, would you like some help brushing your hair?" Francoise offered. Jullisa nodded and let her long red hair flow down to her knees. Her delicate amber eyes closed as she felt the brush passing gently through her hair. "Are you going to the village tomorrow Francoise?" Jullisa asked as she opened her eyes once again. "I'm afraid not Jullisa, tomorrow I am to be delivered my quills blessed by the priest." Jullisa looked at her disappointedly after all it had been her that had suggested the village visits. She noticed how sullen and miserable her friend Francoise and came up with the idea. "You're right I can't pass as you tomorrow, you must remain in palace grounds. I'm so sorry perhaps afterwards..." Jullisa commented as Francoise tied her brushed hair in a red ribbon that camouflaged with her fiery hair. To Francoise brushing Jullisa's hair was a comfort to her at night, it felt like a foxes coat and it was silky and long. Sometimes just for fun Francoise would call her Fox. Jullisa never took it seriously and called her Glass Ballerina. They had been the best of friends since childhood. The next day the air was a mist, surrounded by harsh winds. Francoise in her rosy nightgown shivered. Her cheeks turned a slight pink from the cold; she was waiting for her quills.
The wind was howling and he had been walking for 3 hours now, although the journey was long and tiring the optimism of almost reaching his destination kept him going. His mahogany mane brushed in front of his tired amber eyes. Step by step he climbed the steps of the palace. It was a brilliant work of art, he had observed. Since he had remembered he had been an orphan, picked up by the church. He had been living with the father for a long time now, and he admired the father quite a lot. He promised himself of following in the father's footsteps and becoming a monk and then a priest in his lifetime. Perhaps he could help other unfortunate children the way the church; or rather the father had. As long as he did something good for those who had suffered the same fate as he, his mind was at peace. The sky was clearing up and he had reached the palace bridge. Slowly he crossed it with precautions, he was a little clumsy. He held the quills in his pack the father had warned him to be precautious and after all he didn't want to disappoint the father, not after all that he had done to him.
When he reached an inn there was quite the commotion going on. People were passing back and fro.
"Excuse me..." The man who he had tried to ask why the commotion was going on had run off.
"Madam could you ple---" The lady had run off as well.
Joe sighed exasperated and gave up. The inn host was sitting in a chair with a disgusted look on his face. "Excuse me Mr., but could you please tell me what this racket is all about?" Joe asked hopeful that he could provide him the answer.
"Eh youngster be careful yeh hear? The church was burned down today in the morning, the poor priest died."
The world was spinning for Joe. He believed that it wasn't possible, that the man had to be lying. But something in his eyes sorrow perhaps, inclined the truth. "Thank you sir." Joe said in a dry crackled voice and he headed out the door.
Once upon a time in a faraway land where flowers bloomed and trees swayed, there stood a grand palace. The palace was beautifully built with every perfection imaginable including its young princess. The princess of blonde hair and cerulean sparkling eyes like the dew of the early dawn sighed as she looked out the window in her chamber. The reason why she sighed miserably was because this was the farthest that she would get to the outside. Her parents took great precaution in keeping her safe from everything that moved to anything at all. "Ah dear child be patient, your time will come soon." The young princess looked at her grandfather, her father's father, King Issah Gilmore. "Why hello your majesty." It was custom for even her grandfather and her parents to be addressed royally, but when no one was looking they would affectionately call each other "my little ballerina" and "Grandfather".
The young princess loved to dance. She would secretly perform for the children at the village disguised as a beggar. How she enjoyed those visits. It made her experience true joy, if only for an instance. "Francoise dear, wont you dance for me?" Her grandfather called to her. The princess gradually accepted and began to dance. Gracefully like a swan she moved, flying with the wind and the whispers that it carried. Her grandfather left and the princess felt miserable once again. "One day..." She whispered.
In the other side of the village where immense trees grew and huntsman hunted was a boy. His name Joe Shimamura, he was a helper to the priest of the churches land. "Father Do you need anything?" He asked politely, and even though he was sore from the day's chores he wanted to help in any way possible. He lived in the church with the father as his errand boy. "Ah yes I have an errand my little one. "Yes father, anything you need?" The father looked at the young boy curiously and kindly. He wasn't really a young boy, about 18 years of age. To him thought time had stopped a long time ago when he accepted gods will. "I was to deliver a parchment quill that was especially designed for the young princess at the palace, but the weariness of my bones has slowed me down quite a bit. By the time that I would reach the palace it would be two weeks from now." Joe nodded. "Say no more father I will deliver the quill to the Princess."
"Very well my boy and thank you, you are truly a blessing." The father nodded and patted Joe affectionately on his head softly. "No be off to bed it is getting late and I want you to set off for your journey tomorrow before dawn." Joe nodded and went to bed.
"Princess Francoise do you need anything else?" It was Francoise's best friend Princess Jullisa, "No Jullisa I'm just fine getting ready for bed, would you like some help brushing your hair?" Francoise offered. Jullisa nodded and let her long red hair flow down to her knees. Her delicate amber eyes closed as she felt the brush passing gently through her hair. "Are you going to the village tomorrow Francoise?" Jullisa asked as she opened her eyes once again. "I'm afraid not Jullisa, tomorrow I am to be delivered my quills blessed by the priest." Jullisa looked at her disappointedly after all it had been her that had suggested the village visits. She noticed how sullen and miserable her friend Francoise and came up with the idea. "You're right I can't pass as you tomorrow, you must remain in palace grounds. I'm so sorry perhaps afterwards..." Jullisa commented as Francoise tied her brushed hair in a red ribbon that camouflaged with her fiery hair. To Francoise brushing Jullisa's hair was a comfort to her at night, it felt like a foxes coat and it was silky and long. Sometimes just for fun Francoise would call her Fox. Jullisa never took it seriously and called her Glass Ballerina. They had been the best of friends since childhood. The next day the air was a mist, surrounded by harsh winds. Francoise in her rosy nightgown shivered. Her cheeks turned a slight pink from the cold; she was waiting for her quills.
The wind was howling and he had been walking for 3 hours now, although the journey was long and tiring the optimism of almost reaching his destination kept him going. His mahogany mane brushed in front of his tired amber eyes. Step by step he climbed the steps of the palace. It was a brilliant work of art, he had observed. Since he had remembered he had been an orphan, picked up by the church. He had been living with the father for a long time now, and he admired the father quite a lot. He promised himself of following in the father's footsteps and becoming a monk and then a priest in his lifetime. Perhaps he could help other unfortunate children the way the church; or rather the father had. As long as he did something good for those who had suffered the same fate as he, his mind was at peace. The sky was clearing up and he had reached the palace bridge. Slowly he crossed it with precautions, he was a little clumsy. He held the quills in his pack the father had warned him to be precautious and after all he didn't want to disappoint the father, not after all that he had done to him.
When he reached an inn there was quite the commotion going on. People were passing back and fro.
"Excuse me..." The man who he had tried to ask why the commotion was going on had run off.
"Madam could you ple---" The lady had run off as well.
Joe sighed exasperated and gave up. The inn host was sitting in a chair with a disgusted look on his face. "Excuse me Mr., but could you please tell me what this racket is all about?" Joe asked hopeful that he could provide him the answer.
"Eh youngster be careful yeh hear? The church was burned down today in the morning, the poor priest died."
The world was spinning for Joe. He believed that it wasn't possible, that the man had to be lying. But something in his eyes sorrow perhaps, inclined the truth. "Thank you sir." Joe said in a dry crackled voice and he headed out the door.