(Okay, I finally got around to writing a fanfic for CCD. This is my entry
into the contest by Blackrose. I'd ask you all for your votes. but then,
you've already voted for Felsong, haven't you? I knew it! Oh well. That's
okay. Hers is probably better than mine, and unless I spaced out while
reading hers, I may have voted for her too.)
(Everything here belongs to the stupendous Sherwood Smith. I am merely
borrowing everything. I have not created anyone or anything in here.
Basically, I only wish I did.)
First Chapter
I awoke in my chambers, and for a moment, I did not remember where I was. For a moment, I thought I was in Tlanth, and Oria would be coming in any moment to wake me for breakfast.
I flipped over in my bed, and a slit on my throat stung. 'Wait' I thought. 'These aren't my sheets! They are much too comfortable. It is much too warm in here to be Tlanth!' And then I remembered everything. Our defeat of Galdran, my return to Antheral, and yesterday's skirmish with Flauvic.
But how I wanted to forget.
Only...
I did not want to forget what happened right after that. Or did I dream it all up? Did I really just pass out cold as soon as Flauvic let me go rather than fall into Shevraeth- Vidanric's arms? Did I dream up his confession about the letters and the rings?
It all seemed too heartfelt to be passed off as a dream. And as I thought about it, my heart was reacting. It was looping around in my ribs just thinking of Vidanric.
I knew what it meant.
It meant that it really happened.
It meant that I was in love, and someone loved me back.
"Mel! Are you in here?" Bran called into my room, and I scurried to the tapestry. I still wore my dress from the other day, but felt too warm to change at that exact moment.
"Come in," I said, pulling the tapestry away from the door. Bran bounded into the room as Nee stepped in lightly.
"So is it true?" Bran asked expectantly. "Is what Savona tells me true?"
"What does Savona tell you?" I asked, a bit confused. Bran and Nee exchanged glances.
"Well," Bran said wickedly, "that depends what happened... between you and Vidanric while all of Court was asleep."
"Bran!" Nee said, smacking him playfully.
"What?" he asked, mocking woundedness. (A/N: Is that even a word? Oh well. I'll make it up like Shakespeare.)
"That sounds completely inappropriate, the way you phrased that."
"She's my sister. She knows what I'm like. Now then," he turned to me again, "what exactly did happen between the two of you?"
"I can't quite say," I sighed, fingering the designs on my fan, which became very squished in my sleep. "I do not know it it's a dream, or it really happened."
"Well, according to Savona, you weren't dreaming." Nee smacked him again.
"What exactly did he say?" I asked. Whatever did Vidanric tell him?
"He told us that you and Vidanric got to know you a little better while we were in that enchanted sleep," Nee explained, shooting glares at Bran. "And naturally, this goofball finds hidden meanings in everything."
Someone knocked on the wall by the tapestry. "Come in," I called.
Vidanric entered.
Nee's eyes shined while her mouth remained in a neutral smile.
Bran's face seemed to turn red with mirth. Nee kicked him lightly, and he returned to normal. Whatever normal is for Bran.
Vidanric looked around the room with polite indifference. "Is this a bad time?" he asked, backing away slightly.
"Not at all," Bran said, inviting Vidanric in.
"No, that's alright," he said. "I have much work to attend, and I only wished to make sure Mel- Lady Meliara was recovering." He turned his eyes to me. They seemed to penetrate my own, looking for the answer to a question I did not know.
"I am fine," I said politely. "Thank you for helping me yesterday."
Vidanric brushed this off with a wave of his hand as he averted his eyes. "It was my pleasure," he said, before turning his back and exiting quickly.
"Are you sure nothing happened between the two of you?" Bran asked suggestively. Nee grabbed his arm and together they strode out into the hall.
For a moment I stood there, not sure what to do. Mora bustled in and asked me which dress I wished to wear.
The last thing on my mind was which dress I was to wear.
Sensing my complete spacyness (A/N: Making up new words in fun.), Mora picked out a dress for me. It was a light blue morning dress with cuffs that made a V onto my hand, stopping just short of my middle fingers.
What finger was right next to my middle finger? My ring finger. And what was on my ring finger? The ring that Vidanric gave me for my birthday.
Mora must have thought I was going nuts, as I kept looking at my fingers forlornly.
This finger is one finger away from my ring... this one is two... the next one three...
I really was a piece of work.
"You won't solve anything by just sitting here," Mora commented as the laced my white bodice.
"What do you mean?" I asked. Mora just continued to lace my bodice.
"It's not my place to say," she said.
But Mora had given me something to think about. What was I doing, just sitting around and thinking about what had happened? The only way to find out what had actually gone through the other night, was to find out myself.
And so I set off for the library, the only conceivable place Vidanric would be.
He was not there.
Do not be selfish, I thought to myself. Everything with Flauvic will take a long time to settle. As the future king, Vidanric is required to do the work.
I settled dejectedly in a couch and read more from one of the texts I had abandoned the other night. Before everything went wrong.
It wasn't long afterwards when Savona himself sauntered into the library. Catching sight of me, he paused.
"Hello, Lady Meliara," he said, nodding his head to me. "Do you know where that cousin of mine is?"
I shook my head. He looked as if he wanted to swear, but was too polite to do so in my presence. He regained his composure, and sat down in a couch adjacent to mine.
"Well, although I am happy for my cousin," he said flirtatiously, "it saddens me to lose such a wondrous creature such as yourself."
I stared at him. "What are you talking about?" I asked.
He just stared back blankly. "You mean- he didn't- you weren't-" He seemed lost for speech. "Well, nice seeing you this morning," he said, walking slowly away.
"He had the perfect timing," Savona muttered, "and he didn't even tell her."
I wasn't sure what he was talking about, but I had a sneaking suspicion.
I read there for quite a while longer, completely wrapped in my reading, when someone stepped up behind me. I lowered my book and stared right into the face of Vidanric.
"Mel." That was all he said. Mel. From the way he was staring at me, I knew that I hadn't dreamed it all up. Not a moment of it.
"Hi." That was all I said. There must have been something in my eye that told him how I felt as well, for in the next moment, he was gathering me into his arms, kissing me so sweetly I thought my heart would stop. I was very glad to return the kiss.
Someone at the door coughed. The two of us turned to find Savona smirking in the doorway.
"Anyone could have just come in," he said with apparent disinterest. "You are lucky it was only me, though I am tempted to fight you for her."
"Oh, stop pretending," I said. "I've known for quite a while now, as I'm sure you have."
"I know everything," he said, his eyes twinkling. "I told one of the guards at the doors to alert me when you entered this library. I figured if you were anywhere but your work, you would be searching out Lady Meliara."
"You know me too well, Russav," Vidanric said. "Now get out."
Savona sighed. "Fine then," he said. "But first you both must promise to come to a small get-together I am hosting tomorrow evening. We will all be arriving there on horses. I just hope no one gets lost..." And with that, he left.
"Lady Meliara, would you care to be my companion to this get-together tomorrow evening?" he asked, smiling down at me.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," I replied, pulling his smiling face down to mine.
(Okay, okay, I know it's horrible. But this is my first attempt at a fanfic, and I am up against some major CCD fanfic writers, here. I don't expect it to be good compared to them. I am now up at 3:50 in the morning writing this, so you'd all be proud of me. Especially you, Felsong. You're the one that prodded me to write this, and now my next chapter of Welcome To Shadow Tower is going to take longer. Everyone, either send her a cookie for getting me to write this, or an evil glare for making me postpone WTST. I'll be sending both a very evil glare, and a very big cookie. If anyone thinks that this is okay and worth my while, I'll update once the next chapter's done. I'm probably only going to write one more chapter, as I don't want to continue this on forever.)
First Chapter
I awoke in my chambers, and for a moment, I did not remember where I was. For a moment, I thought I was in Tlanth, and Oria would be coming in any moment to wake me for breakfast.
I flipped over in my bed, and a slit on my throat stung. 'Wait' I thought. 'These aren't my sheets! They are much too comfortable. It is much too warm in here to be Tlanth!' And then I remembered everything. Our defeat of Galdran, my return to Antheral, and yesterday's skirmish with Flauvic.
But how I wanted to forget.
Only...
I did not want to forget what happened right after that. Or did I dream it all up? Did I really just pass out cold as soon as Flauvic let me go rather than fall into Shevraeth- Vidanric's arms? Did I dream up his confession about the letters and the rings?
It all seemed too heartfelt to be passed off as a dream. And as I thought about it, my heart was reacting. It was looping around in my ribs just thinking of Vidanric.
I knew what it meant.
It meant that it really happened.
It meant that I was in love, and someone loved me back.
"Mel! Are you in here?" Bran called into my room, and I scurried to the tapestry. I still wore my dress from the other day, but felt too warm to change at that exact moment.
"Come in," I said, pulling the tapestry away from the door. Bran bounded into the room as Nee stepped in lightly.
"So is it true?" Bran asked expectantly. "Is what Savona tells me true?"
"What does Savona tell you?" I asked, a bit confused. Bran and Nee exchanged glances.
"Well," Bran said wickedly, "that depends what happened... between you and Vidanric while all of Court was asleep."
"Bran!" Nee said, smacking him playfully.
"What?" he asked, mocking woundedness. (A/N: Is that even a word? Oh well. I'll make it up like Shakespeare.)
"That sounds completely inappropriate, the way you phrased that."
"She's my sister. She knows what I'm like. Now then," he turned to me again, "what exactly did happen between the two of you?"
"I can't quite say," I sighed, fingering the designs on my fan, which became very squished in my sleep. "I do not know it it's a dream, or it really happened."
"Well, according to Savona, you weren't dreaming." Nee smacked him again.
"What exactly did he say?" I asked. Whatever did Vidanric tell him?
"He told us that you and Vidanric got to know you a little better while we were in that enchanted sleep," Nee explained, shooting glares at Bran. "And naturally, this goofball finds hidden meanings in everything."
Someone knocked on the wall by the tapestry. "Come in," I called.
Vidanric entered.
Nee's eyes shined while her mouth remained in a neutral smile.
Bran's face seemed to turn red with mirth. Nee kicked him lightly, and he returned to normal. Whatever normal is for Bran.
Vidanric looked around the room with polite indifference. "Is this a bad time?" he asked, backing away slightly.
"Not at all," Bran said, inviting Vidanric in.
"No, that's alright," he said. "I have much work to attend, and I only wished to make sure Mel- Lady Meliara was recovering." He turned his eyes to me. They seemed to penetrate my own, looking for the answer to a question I did not know.
"I am fine," I said politely. "Thank you for helping me yesterday."
Vidanric brushed this off with a wave of his hand as he averted his eyes. "It was my pleasure," he said, before turning his back and exiting quickly.
"Are you sure nothing happened between the two of you?" Bran asked suggestively. Nee grabbed his arm and together they strode out into the hall.
For a moment I stood there, not sure what to do. Mora bustled in and asked me which dress I wished to wear.
The last thing on my mind was which dress I was to wear.
Sensing my complete spacyness (A/N: Making up new words in fun.), Mora picked out a dress for me. It was a light blue morning dress with cuffs that made a V onto my hand, stopping just short of my middle fingers.
What finger was right next to my middle finger? My ring finger. And what was on my ring finger? The ring that Vidanric gave me for my birthday.
Mora must have thought I was going nuts, as I kept looking at my fingers forlornly.
This finger is one finger away from my ring... this one is two... the next one three...
I really was a piece of work.
"You won't solve anything by just sitting here," Mora commented as the laced my white bodice.
"What do you mean?" I asked. Mora just continued to lace my bodice.
"It's not my place to say," she said.
But Mora had given me something to think about. What was I doing, just sitting around and thinking about what had happened? The only way to find out what had actually gone through the other night, was to find out myself.
And so I set off for the library, the only conceivable place Vidanric would be.
He was not there.
Do not be selfish, I thought to myself. Everything with Flauvic will take a long time to settle. As the future king, Vidanric is required to do the work.
I settled dejectedly in a couch and read more from one of the texts I had abandoned the other night. Before everything went wrong.
It wasn't long afterwards when Savona himself sauntered into the library. Catching sight of me, he paused.
"Hello, Lady Meliara," he said, nodding his head to me. "Do you know where that cousin of mine is?"
I shook my head. He looked as if he wanted to swear, but was too polite to do so in my presence. He regained his composure, and sat down in a couch adjacent to mine.
"Well, although I am happy for my cousin," he said flirtatiously, "it saddens me to lose such a wondrous creature such as yourself."
I stared at him. "What are you talking about?" I asked.
He just stared back blankly. "You mean- he didn't- you weren't-" He seemed lost for speech. "Well, nice seeing you this morning," he said, walking slowly away.
"He had the perfect timing," Savona muttered, "and he didn't even tell her."
I wasn't sure what he was talking about, but I had a sneaking suspicion.
I read there for quite a while longer, completely wrapped in my reading, when someone stepped up behind me. I lowered my book and stared right into the face of Vidanric.
"Mel." That was all he said. Mel. From the way he was staring at me, I knew that I hadn't dreamed it all up. Not a moment of it.
"Hi." That was all I said. There must have been something in my eye that told him how I felt as well, for in the next moment, he was gathering me into his arms, kissing me so sweetly I thought my heart would stop. I was very glad to return the kiss.
Someone at the door coughed. The two of us turned to find Savona smirking in the doorway.
"Anyone could have just come in," he said with apparent disinterest. "You are lucky it was only me, though I am tempted to fight you for her."
"Oh, stop pretending," I said. "I've known for quite a while now, as I'm sure you have."
"I know everything," he said, his eyes twinkling. "I told one of the guards at the doors to alert me when you entered this library. I figured if you were anywhere but your work, you would be searching out Lady Meliara."
"You know me too well, Russav," Vidanric said. "Now get out."
Savona sighed. "Fine then," he said. "But first you both must promise to come to a small get-together I am hosting tomorrow evening. We will all be arriving there on horses. I just hope no one gets lost..." And with that, he left.
"Lady Meliara, would you care to be my companion to this get-together tomorrow evening?" he asked, smiling down at me.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," I replied, pulling his smiling face down to mine.
(Okay, okay, I know it's horrible. But this is my first attempt at a fanfic, and I am up against some major CCD fanfic writers, here. I don't expect it to be good compared to them. I am now up at 3:50 in the morning writing this, so you'd all be proud of me. Especially you, Felsong. You're the one that prodded me to write this, and now my next chapter of Welcome To Shadow Tower is going to take longer. Everyone, either send her a cookie for getting me to write this, or an evil glare for making me postpone WTST. I'll be sending both a very evil glare, and a very big cookie. If anyone thinks that this is okay and worth my while, I'll update once the next chapter's done. I'm probably only going to write one more chapter, as I don't want to continue this on forever.)