Reala sat in his throne, not heeding to the tremendous height in which the chair was situated. He seemed oblivous to the fact that he was so high up, as he was deep in though, thinking fo the events that had played there act this day.
The day had begun by the dissapearance of NiGHTS, Realas most trusted Marens at the moment. She had been reported missing in the post morning. Her disapearance hadn't meant that much at the moment, she was always exploring something. Maybe she was helping out at the Stick Canyon, helping the workers to get it into top shape, Reala had thought, but she always at least HINTED that she was going to journey off. She hadnt this time, and it was a horrible time for her disappearence.
Reala took off his jester-like hat and laid it on the arm off his throne. Long strands of golden blonde hair flowed out, and fell down in front of his face. With a quick jerk of his head, he flung his hair to his back. Then, out of his posket, he took a small handkercheif and started to wipe off the festival make-up. It revealed light, fair skin, almost angelic in its handsomeness.It would have been perfect, except for a jagged scar across his left eye, compliments of NiGHTS rebellion against Wizeman. His elvin ears, long and pointed, poked out of his hair.
[i]No[/i], he thought, [i]This is the worst time for NiGHTS to be gone. [/i]
Shortly after the reports of the missing harlequin that was NiGHTS, he had been given other reports that a rebellion of the peasants was arising. They were tired of the dreams that were falling apart, they wanted newer, fresher dreams. Dreams unique and beautiful, like the man Wizeman had once made them. They were bored, in other words,
and wanted more things to do than tend to the vegetation in Spring Valley. Reala didn't have the power to answer to they're demands, nor would Wizeman have had, if he were still here, humans had made them. The ones with the red power made them, but Reala refused to allow them access. They were the masters of beauty, but also the bearers of deceit, and that was a reason that Reala would not allow them in his kingdom.
Reala came out of his thoughts long enough to listen to a very small sound, barely audible, but still there. A faint whistle, and then he realized who it was. NiGHTS was playing her flute.
Even at the tremendous height that Reala was at, he was still safe to get down. He hadnt had any ladder to get up to it, nor did he climb up by hand. Rather, he had flown, because his kind defied the laws of physics. No wings were needed for this feat, it came naturally with his trade. And he used this to fly toward the sound as quickly as he could.
as he made his way there, Reala saw NiGHTS laying upside-down on top of the Ideya Palace, playing her flute. She seemed happy, as her music was cheerful and jolly.
Reala arrived their, but NiGHTS seemed either not to notice him, or either not to care. She kept playing, effotlessly it seemed, but it had changed from a cheerful mood, to a more comical mood.
"Would you stop that? Where have you been all this time when i've needed you the most!" Reala was a boiling pot of anger right now, and the flute was the added flames to the fire forcing him to boil over. He contained himself long enough, though, he wanted to here her explaination.
But none came from NiGHTS. Instead, she went from her comical mood of play, to a more relaxing, somewhat dark feeling mood. She knew this was irritating Reala, and she had to fight back the giggles that wanted to surface just long enough to send him over the top.
"Stop that!" Reala cried. He snatched the flute out of NiGHTS' hands, and broke it on his knee.
"My, my! You've got a temper!" NiGHTS giggled into her hand, hiding a pretty smile. "You act as though i've missed something important!" This is what sent Realas kettle boiling over.
"You arrogant harlequin fool! The peasants are revolting! How can you be so ignorant?" Reala spat. He was hovering over the ground huffing and puffing curses under his breath, all of which were aimed at NiGHTS. Saying he was pissed off was putting it mildly.
"You act as though i've missed something important." NiGHTS repeated.
Reala flinched then. He had though NiGHTS had been ignorant to the fact that his kingdom was tearing apart. He had forgotten the sharp mind and the perplexing wisdom that she seemed to have.
"So, i geuss you've heard, then?" Reala said finally, calmly.
"Nope, what have i missed?" NiGHTS replied sarcastically, "I'm not that stupid, Reala, you should know me better than that."
Reala sighed. She would always have a nervy attitude about her, and that would likely be her downfall.
"Well," He said, "you have been away for awhile and without notice! Where have you been?"
NiGHTS did not answer, and that only made Reala suspicious.
Reala noticed then, how beautiful she was. Her eyes were the mst beautiful shade of light blue, and the brown hair that her purple festival hat concealed was a brown the hue of damp wood. Her un-made-up face was radiant in this light. Recent events made him change his train of thoughts to NiGHTS awkward silence. Had she dared do what she thought she was doing?
"Are you talking to them again, NiGHTS?" Reala asked.
NiGHTS then turned her downcast face to look fully into Realas face fully, and with a persecuting eye, she said, "What if i have? I have the gift of free will from Wizeman just as you do! I can talk to them if it pleases me!" NiGHTS had a calm, patient nature, but Reala had undone the fabrics of her calm nature by asking this question. He had always hated what she did for the dreamers that used to visit this place. "Besides, i find them pleasant. They have such rich and tasteful dreams, and they're Ideya is the rarest! Thats more that i can say for you, as yours is black in nature."
"Ideya is what got you imprisoned!" Reala's anger had resurfaced from the ashes,. NiGHTS' arrogance was to much, her existence seemed to revolve around arrogance.
"I broke free didn't I?" She extended a finger to point down on the Ideya palace she was laying on. She thought to herself how kind and humble he used to be, before she had rebelled, and harmed Reala in the process. His existence was put upon by her, and she had nursed the fallen jester back to health and wholeness.
"Why do you insist on returning to those humans? They are the reason we are trapped here." Reala said. He had given up now, nothing was going to change her mind. Som,etimes she was too stubborn.
"Fine," he sighed,"do what you wish, as long as you swear by yourself that you will never bring them here!"
NiGHTS seemed to ponder this. After a short while, she shook her head, sat up on the Ideya Palace. She did not answer his question.
"Answer my question!" Reala demanded.
She still did not answer, but instead stood up and started to fly away.
"Stop! Don't walk away from me! Answer my question!"
NiGHTS stopped in mid-flight, turned her head to look at Reala fully, and said calmly, "You cannot keep me from my children."
And with that, NiGHTS flew away.
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The day had begun by the dissapearance of NiGHTS, Realas most trusted Marens at the moment. She had been reported missing in the post morning. Her disapearance hadn't meant that much at the moment, she was always exploring something. Maybe she was helping out at the Stick Canyon, helping the workers to get it into top shape, Reala had thought, but she always at least HINTED that she was going to journey off. She hadnt this time, and it was a horrible time for her disappearence.
Reala took off his jester-like hat and laid it on the arm off his throne. Long strands of golden blonde hair flowed out, and fell down in front of his face. With a quick jerk of his head, he flung his hair to his back. Then, out of his posket, he took a small handkercheif and started to wipe off the festival make-up. It revealed light, fair skin, almost angelic in its handsomeness.It would have been perfect, except for a jagged scar across his left eye, compliments of NiGHTS rebellion against Wizeman. His elvin ears, long and pointed, poked out of his hair.
[i]No[/i], he thought, [i]This is the worst time for NiGHTS to be gone. [/i]
Shortly after the reports of the missing harlequin that was NiGHTS, he had been given other reports that a rebellion of the peasants was arising. They were tired of the dreams that were falling apart, they wanted newer, fresher dreams. Dreams unique and beautiful, like the man Wizeman had once made them. They were bored, in other words,
and wanted more things to do than tend to the vegetation in Spring Valley. Reala didn't have the power to answer to they're demands, nor would Wizeman have had, if he were still here, humans had made them. The ones with the red power made them, but Reala refused to allow them access. They were the masters of beauty, but also the bearers of deceit, and that was a reason that Reala would not allow them in his kingdom.
Reala came out of his thoughts long enough to listen to a very small sound, barely audible, but still there. A faint whistle, and then he realized who it was. NiGHTS was playing her flute.
Even at the tremendous height that Reala was at, he was still safe to get down. He hadnt had any ladder to get up to it, nor did he climb up by hand. Rather, he had flown, because his kind defied the laws of physics. No wings were needed for this feat, it came naturally with his trade. And he used this to fly toward the sound as quickly as he could.
as he made his way there, Reala saw NiGHTS laying upside-down on top of the Ideya Palace, playing her flute. She seemed happy, as her music was cheerful and jolly.
Reala arrived their, but NiGHTS seemed either not to notice him, or either not to care. She kept playing, effotlessly it seemed, but it had changed from a cheerful mood, to a more comical mood.
"Would you stop that? Where have you been all this time when i've needed you the most!" Reala was a boiling pot of anger right now, and the flute was the added flames to the fire forcing him to boil over. He contained himself long enough, though, he wanted to here her explaination.
But none came from NiGHTS. Instead, she went from her comical mood of play, to a more relaxing, somewhat dark feeling mood. She knew this was irritating Reala, and she had to fight back the giggles that wanted to surface just long enough to send him over the top.
"Stop that!" Reala cried. He snatched the flute out of NiGHTS' hands, and broke it on his knee.
"My, my! You've got a temper!" NiGHTS giggled into her hand, hiding a pretty smile. "You act as though i've missed something important!" This is what sent Realas kettle boiling over.
"You arrogant harlequin fool! The peasants are revolting! How can you be so ignorant?" Reala spat. He was hovering over the ground huffing and puffing curses under his breath, all of which were aimed at NiGHTS. Saying he was pissed off was putting it mildly.
"You act as though i've missed something important." NiGHTS repeated.
Reala flinched then. He had though NiGHTS had been ignorant to the fact that his kingdom was tearing apart. He had forgotten the sharp mind and the perplexing wisdom that she seemed to have.
"So, i geuss you've heard, then?" Reala said finally, calmly.
"Nope, what have i missed?" NiGHTS replied sarcastically, "I'm not that stupid, Reala, you should know me better than that."
Reala sighed. She would always have a nervy attitude about her, and that would likely be her downfall.
"Well," He said, "you have been away for awhile and without notice! Where have you been?"
NiGHTS did not answer, and that only made Reala suspicious.
Reala noticed then, how beautiful she was. Her eyes were the mst beautiful shade of light blue, and the brown hair that her purple festival hat concealed was a brown the hue of damp wood. Her un-made-up face was radiant in this light. Recent events made him change his train of thoughts to NiGHTS awkward silence. Had she dared do what she thought she was doing?
"Are you talking to them again, NiGHTS?" Reala asked.
NiGHTS then turned her downcast face to look fully into Realas face fully, and with a persecuting eye, she said, "What if i have? I have the gift of free will from Wizeman just as you do! I can talk to them if it pleases me!" NiGHTS had a calm, patient nature, but Reala had undone the fabrics of her calm nature by asking this question. He had always hated what she did for the dreamers that used to visit this place. "Besides, i find them pleasant. They have such rich and tasteful dreams, and they're Ideya is the rarest! Thats more that i can say for you, as yours is black in nature."
"Ideya is what got you imprisoned!" Reala's anger had resurfaced from the ashes,. NiGHTS' arrogance was to much, her existence seemed to revolve around arrogance.
"I broke free didn't I?" She extended a finger to point down on the Ideya palace she was laying on. She thought to herself how kind and humble he used to be, before she had rebelled, and harmed Reala in the process. His existence was put upon by her, and she had nursed the fallen jester back to health and wholeness.
"Why do you insist on returning to those humans? They are the reason we are trapped here." Reala said. He had given up now, nothing was going to change her mind. Som,etimes she was too stubborn.
"Fine," he sighed,"do what you wish, as long as you swear by yourself that you will never bring them here!"
NiGHTS seemed to ponder this. After a short while, she shook her head, sat up on the Ideya Palace. She did not answer his question.
"Answer my question!" Reala demanded.
She still did not answer, but instead stood up and started to fly away.
"Stop! Don't walk away from me! Answer my question!"
NiGHTS stopped in mid-flight, turned her head to look at Reala fully, and said calmly, "You cannot keep me from my children."
And with that, NiGHTS flew away.
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