Chapter 6: Kingdom Of Miko
Meanwhile in the towers of Miko, close up of King Miko's face yelling out loud with his eyes squinted.
"He went WHERE!!?"
"His in his room your highness."
"Go get my son for me! Now!!!"
"Yes sire."
"Ugh!!! I went out to explore for a while and I get scolded at!"
"Tristen?"
"Huh? What is it?"
"Your father wishes to see you." Tristen grabbed his pillow close to him and scrunched it up tight.
"Well he can keep wishing! Because all I did was go outside!" He said with his door locked and started staring out the window.
"Wish I lived like Nazia! Freedom of speech, act, though she didn't speak much. But I bet she'd have a million things to say when she had someone there... Hey! I was that someone!" Prince Tristen said rather oddly and picked up his guitar beside him and started strumming it, feeling calmer.
"I got an idea! I'll bring this along and show Nazia that I'm not just a boring snobby prince. To hell I would be that stuffy!" Tristen smiled at his words and noticed something outside.
"Whoa! Those birds are flying home early today. It's only a bit past 2!" He said as a swarm of black birds flew past his window. Little did he notice it was the scream of Nazia's voice.
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"Aaaaaah!!" Aaahed Tanya, with her hands over her ears. "Nazia! Stop!! Yelling's not going to fix anything!"
"Aaaaaah!!!! Rowl!!!!" Nazia screamed.
"Calm down, please!" Nazia began to shake her head.
"It's not true!! I don't believe it!!!"
"Okay, okay! Just stop yelling!"
Suddenly a strong silence drew and everything went dead quiet.
"Listen, Nazia" Started Tanya, rubbing her head. "I'm not saying his bad to talk to, but I've lived in his kingdom. And from experience as his cook I also have history facts! And if he catches you being the daughter of the outcasts then might I suggest you run! Run far away! And never come back!"
"What if you're wrong?"
"Then I'd be working for the wrong kingdom wouldn't I?"
"Sigh! But I thought the grasshoppers were the one's who destroyed my parents."
"They were the one's who did the dirty work for the Miko's, Nazia. Trust me." Tanya said looking out the window and saw it was time for her to be heading back "Look. It's getting late, I'll see you tomorrow same time."
Nazia smiled at her friend. "Sure."
Tanya winked. "And could you make custard tarts for me? I love those!"
"Okay!" Nazia said giggling.
During the night both Tristen and Nazia stood beside their windows with a stilt expression.
"I don't know what to feel for you, but today sure was different! Maybe I'm just saying this because I've never met a different creature before." They both say "Goodnight out there!" They added and went to sleep.
The summery morning gleamed above both the castle and the cottage. Waking up at them up at the same time, with an empty feeling inside their minds and stomach that they both thought they were hungry.
"What a blank dream I had!" Said the prince out loud, stretching about and hears the grumble of his stomach.
"Ooooooh! Food is NOT an option right now!" He complained running outside his room and sliding down the stair rail to the dinning room where everyone else sat.
"Give me the usual." Calmly he said sitting down.
"We've run out of that." his servant said near by.
"WHAT!?!?"
"Dear, you don't need to drink tea everyday. Here have some mint- coffee." Said his mother handing him, her cup.
"Yuck! No thanks." he said swatting the cup far away from himself.
"Son! Stop being so stubborn! you know the tea leaf pickers went on strike and we're not able to make your tea until then!" his father sternly said. The prince got up, with a grunt.
"Fine! I'll eat at my friend's house then! She'll have tea I'm sure."
"Wha- wha what!?" screamed his father, rising to his feet.
"She's my new friend I met yesterday. She healed me back to health when I Uh... had a little trouble." Carefully he said, knowing his father would want him to be the best gunman.
"And where does she live?"
"Not far from here. I think she lives on her own, so that's why I've decided to go see her!"
"NO!"
"But-"
"No but about it! You know not to mix with the peasants!"
"She may be in lower class, but by golly I owe her my friendship for saving my life! Surely you don't want me dead?"
"Ha! With today's society I'm not the least surprised--"
"DEAR!" Scowled the mother, "Listen son, if your only friends with her, I'm all for that. But ONLY friends, okay?"
"Thanks mum!" Calmly the prince said and ran out of the dinning room door to his bedroom.
"You're getting softer," said the King.
"Oh, put a sock in it! At least his made a friend and not be cooped up in here all day."
The prince started running up to his bedroom, grabbing his guitar and fixing his hat and quickly ran back outside to get his horse.
"Isle!!" Whistled he, "Get out here, now!"
Isle slowly trotted up close to the prince, chewing on his sugar-cube. Tristen climbed up on the saddle and tied his guitar to the sides.
"Come on, let's go back to Nazia's, before we run into huntsmen again." he said jokingly.
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Nazia stepped to her side of the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. Looking glum, and light-headed. To her thoughts of yesterday still remained inside. Was Tanya right about the Kingdom of Miko destroying her only close family? Why would they?
She knew why her parents moved out there, as from the day she was born and started laughing her family had always lived there. To only laugh happily would be a crime and put through an outcast. Nazia shook her head in disbelief.
"It's not true." she thought and said softly. "Tristen."
Meanwhile in the towers of Miko, close up of King Miko's face yelling out loud with his eyes squinted.
"He went WHERE!!?"
"His in his room your highness."
"Go get my son for me! Now!!!"
"Yes sire."
"Ugh!!! I went out to explore for a while and I get scolded at!"
"Tristen?"
"Huh? What is it?"
"Your father wishes to see you." Tristen grabbed his pillow close to him and scrunched it up tight.
"Well he can keep wishing! Because all I did was go outside!" He said with his door locked and started staring out the window.
"Wish I lived like Nazia! Freedom of speech, act, though she didn't speak much. But I bet she'd have a million things to say when she had someone there... Hey! I was that someone!" Prince Tristen said rather oddly and picked up his guitar beside him and started strumming it, feeling calmer.
"I got an idea! I'll bring this along and show Nazia that I'm not just a boring snobby prince. To hell I would be that stuffy!" Tristen smiled at his words and noticed something outside.
"Whoa! Those birds are flying home early today. It's only a bit past 2!" He said as a swarm of black birds flew past his window. Little did he notice it was the scream of Nazia's voice.
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"Aaaaaah!!" Aaahed Tanya, with her hands over her ears. "Nazia! Stop!! Yelling's not going to fix anything!"
"Aaaaaah!!!! Rowl!!!!" Nazia screamed.
"Calm down, please!" Nazia began to shake her head.
"It's not true!! I don't believe it!!!"
"Okay, okay! Just stop yelling!"
Suddenly a strong silence drew and everything went dead quiet.
"Listen, Nazia" Started Tanya, rubbing her head. "I'm not saying his bad to talk to, but I've lived in his kingdom. And from experience as his cook I also have history facts! And if he catches you being the daughter of the outcasts then might I suggest you run! Run far away! And never come back!"
"What if you're wrong?"
"Then I'd be working for the wrong kingdom wouldn't I?"
"Sigh! But I thought the grasshoppers were the one's who destroyed my parents."
"They were the one's who did the dirty work for the Miko's, Nazia. Trust me." Tanya said looking out the window and saw it was time for her to be heading back "Look. It's getting late, I'll see you tomorrow same time."
Nazia smiled at her friend. "Sure."
Tanya winked. "And could you make custard tarts for me? I love those!"
"Okay!" Nazia said giggling.
During the night both Tristen and Nazia stood beside their windows with a stilt expression.
"I don't know what to feel for you, but today sure was different! Maybe I'm just saying this because I've never met a different creature before." They both say "Goodnight out there!" They added and went to sleep.
The summery morning gleamed above both the castle and the cottage. Waking up at them up at the same time, with an empty feeling inside their minds and stomach that they both thought they were hungry.
"What a blank dream I had!" Said the prince out loud, stretching about and hears the grumble of his stomach.
"Ooooooh! Food is NOT an option right now!" He complained running outside his room and sliding down the stair rail to the dinning room where everyone else sat.
"Give me the usual." Calmly he said sitting down.
"We've run out of that." his servant said near by.
"WHAT!?!?"
"Dear, you don't need to drink tea everyday. Here have some mint- coffee." Said his mother handing him, her cup.
"Yuck! No thanks." he said swatting the cup far away from himself.
"Son! Stop being so stubborn! you know the tea leaf pickers went on strike and we're not able to make your tea until then!" his father sternly said. The prince got up, with a grunt.
"Fine! I'll eat at my friend's house then! She'll have tea I'm sure."
"Wha- wha what!?" screamed his father, rising to his feet.
"She's my new friend I met yesterday. She healed me back to health when I Uh... had a little trouble." Carefully he said, knowing his father would want him to be the best gunman.
"And where does she live?"
"Not far from here. I think she lives on her own, so that's why I've decided to go see her!"
"NO!"
"But-"
"No but about it! You know not to mix with the peasants!"
"She may be in lower class, but by golly I owe her my friendship for saving my life! Surely you don't want me dead?"
"Ha! With today's society I'm not the least surprised--"
"DEAR!" Scowled the mother, "Listen son, if your only friends with her, I'm all for that. But ONLY friends, okay?"
"Thanks mum!" Calmly the prince said and ran out of the dinning room door to his bedroom.
"You're getting softer," said the King.
"Oh, put a sock in it! At least his made a friend and not be cooped up in here all day."
The prince started running up to his bedroom, grabbing his guitar and fixing his hat and quickly ran back outside to get his horse.
"Isle!!" Whistled he, "Get out here, now!"
Isle slowly trotted up close to the prince, chewing on his sugar-cube. Tristen climbed up on the saddle and tied his guitar to the sides.
"Come on, let's go back to Nazia's, before we run into huntsmen again." he said jokingly.
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Nazia stepped to her side of the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. Looking glum, and light-headed. To her thoughts of yesterday still remained inside. Was Tanya right about the Kingdom of Miko destroying her only close family? Why would they?
She knew why her parents moved out there, as from the day she was born and started laughing her family had always lived there. To only laugh happily would be a crime and put through an outcast. Nazia shook her head in disbelief.
"It's not true." she thought and said softly. "Tristen."