Fellowship of Magic
Chapter Two
By: Life the Fay
Guess what people, I'm actully alive! I bet I had some people thinking I wasn't. Sorry for the delay, my stupid computer wasn't acting right and kept frezzing when I tries to get on the internet so...here I am!
Wow, people actully wanted me to write some more! I'm surprised!
Oh well, I'm quit flattered for the oppertuinty I mean, it seems a whole lot better than what I started. Oh and in the first one, I messed up. I thought I put the bodyguards name in the story and it came up to be Sir Vanner when it wasn't. My apoligies to those who noticed.
Now this is enough of me talking! And on with the story!
Shin rolled his eyes, hearing the young boy groan again in his sleep. "Oh hush up you majesty! It's not like your dying."
Touma slightly opened his eyes, noticing that he was no longer on the hard marble floor but instead in his nice fluffy bed in his chamber. "Ugh...what happened?"
"Well, your mother was talking to you until you got pale and fainted, banging your head on the floor. Your mother was terribly worried that maybe you had another attack but it wasn't so. You were just in shock by what you heard." Ryo explained, putting the ice back on the boy's head.
Shu chuckled. "And since you've been out, Shin has been passing the floors, worried sick about you."
"I have not!" Shin protested.
Touma smiled. "Wow...Shin's becomming a mother hen after all."
Ryo looked at the prince. "What do you mean becomming. He's been one since he came here, worrying about you every minute."
"Minute? What's that?"
"Oh, sorry your majesty. I mean wineth."
Touma shot him an evil glare. "Don't call me your majesty." His face lightened back up. "I'd rather be called Touma but when your around other's just call me Prince Touma.
Majesty seems more for an emperor than a prince."
Ryo blushed. "I'm sorry your ma-I mean Touma."
The blue head boy smiled, Getting up to his elbows to look at the three men in the room more closely. Noticing the worried looks on their faces, he knew there had to be something they weren't telling him. "What else has happened since I've been out."
Shin sighed, knowing all to well that Touma would have figured it out. "Touma, now that we have looked through the castle, we've noticed it just wasn't the Elf that was murdered;
there were others, they just looked alive still. We have counted 30 men dead and 5 missing, one as your body guard but we already know he didn't die by the hand of these rebellious people."
"Rebellious people? My, what are they rebelling against?" Touma asked, not liking the sound of this at all.
Shin looked over to Shu who shoved his hand into his pockets, taking out a small piece of partchment. Touma took it, opening it to see ink splatted everywhere on the paper.
Words seemed to appear as he looked more closely reading 'Long Rest the Emperor Touma,
May He Die in Misery'.
Reading it again and again, the Fay looked up to the generals. "I-I don't understand.
Why would they want to kill me? I'm not even an Emperor yet."
Agnes sighed lowering herself on the throne. It had defentially had been a long tirring day. The deaths, threats, and her son made it feel even worse. Who was wanting her only son to be killed? Why would they want to, he didn't even do anything wrong yet. She knew now more than ever that Touma needed a body guard. One with skill to fight and not lose. One that could heal. One that was-was what? An Elf?
These days Elves were no longer allowed to carry weapons, giving them no need in skills of fighting.
They finally ended their war with the Fays 20,000,000 years ago, when Touma was only 108,064 years old-11 in human years. It was difficult to find a Elf with such skills and it would be complicating to hire them being that since the war, Fays and Elves no longer communicated unless it meant life or death situations between the races.
"What am I to do? I can't risk my son's life in danger, niether can I rule this kingdom as I could have before.
I have to pass down my authority to Touma now or I'll have to do it with my death." the troubled Fay said.
Garen stared into space, thinking very carefully. "Right now I believe isn't the time to think of crowing Touma your majesty. Right now I believe is time to decide what to do about this threat. It comes to conclusions that we need to find someone who has the ablity to heal and fight. The only clan that I can think of is the Elves but, Elves haven't been able to carry weapons for 20,000,000 years! Where can we find and Elf with these capablities?"
A sound of a throat being cleared brought the attention to the two beings in the room. Walking closer, a woman stepped out of the darkness, drapped in a crisom cloack. Her ebony hair stood out along with her knowing gray eyes. "Excuse me for the interuption m'lady Agnes, m'lord Garen but it has come to my attention that a heir of yours was threatened today of his life. The heir part of our group of fates." the woman stated, standing in the light from the stain glass window above the throne.
Agnes and Garen stood, bowing low to the woman. "Forgive me Ethel, Fay of Death, I did not see you coming to my door. Is there something you need or want? You know you can come here and get anything you please." Agnes asked,
raising from her bow, noticing others with Death.
Another woman stepped out behind of Ethel, her golden curls bouncing as she walked. "We only have a clue as to what you seek, Agnes." She replied. "Being that I am not Fate herself, niether Time, I am not accurate on this clue but search far and wide within the Elven Kingdom where their authority lies."
Ethel looked at the blonde, then back to the throne. "Althea of Love is correct on this point. If you don't do this m'lady, you will soonly see your kingdom fall out of the grasp of your clan."
With these last words, the two vanished from the mist, bringing an errie feeling to the room. Garen seemed the first to overcome the suspense he had felt. "Well, we know what to do now. Guards, send forth Ginger!"
End of Chapter Two
Well, there's the second chapter for those who wanted to know what happens next. Next chapter is coming up shortly...if I can started first! I hope this chapter answered some little things, as well as making more questions pop into your head. Althea of Love and Ethel of Death will be more involved with this story as it keeps going so stay intuned with this story.
By the way, review and tell me who is your favorite orginal character in this story so far! I want to know just out of curosity! Bye-bye and REVIEW!!!
Guess what people, I'm actully alive! I bet I had some people thinking I wasn't. Sorry for the delay, my stupid computer wasn't acting right and kept frezzing when I tries to get on the internet so...here I am!
Wow, people actully wanted me to write some more! I'm surprised!
Oh well, I'm quit flattered for the oppertuinty I mean, it seems a whole lot better than what I started. Oh and in the first one, I messed up. I thought I put the bodyguards name in the story and it came up to be Sir Vanner when it wasn't. My apoligies to those who noticed.
Now this is enough of me talking! And on with the story!
Shin rolled his eyes, hearing the young boy groan again in his sleep. "Oh hush up you majesty! It's not like your dying."
Touma slightly opened his eyes, noticing that he was no longer on the hard marble floor but instead in his nice fluffy bed in his chamber. "Ugh...what happened?"
"Well, your mother was talking to you until you got pale and fainted, banging your head on the floor. Your mother was terribly worried that maybe you had another attack but it wasn't so. You were just in shock by what you heard." Ryo explained, putting the ice back on the boy's head.
Shu chuckled. "And since you've been out, Shin has been passing the floors, worried sick about you."
"I have not!" Shin protested.
Touma smiled. "Wow...Shin's becomming a mother hen after all."
Ryo looked at the prince. "What do you mean becomming. He's been one since he came here, worrying about you every minute."
"Minute? What's that?"
"Oh, sorry your majesty. I mean wineth."
Touma shot him an evil glare. "Don't call me your majesty." His face lightened back up. "I'd rather be called Touma but when your around other's just call me Prince Touma.
Majesty seems more for an emperor than a prince."
Ryo blushed. "I'm sorry your ma-I mean Touma."
The blue head boy smiled, Getting up to his elbows to look at the three men in the room more closely. Noticing the worried looks on their faces, he knew there had to be something they weren't telling him. "What else has happened since I've been out."
Shin sighed, knowing all to well that Touma would have figured it out. "Touma, now that we have looked through the castle, we've noticed it just wasn't the Elf that was murdered;
there were others, they just looked alive still. We have counted 30 men dead and 5 missing, one as your body guard but we already know he didn't die by the hand of these rebellious people."
"Rebellious people? My, what are they rebelling against?" Touma asked, not liking the sound of this at all.
Shin looked over to Shu who shoved his hand into his pockets, taking out a small piece of partchment. Touma took it, opening it to see ink splatted everywhere on the paper.
Words seemed to appear as he looked more closely reading 'Long Rest the Emperor Touma,
May He Die in Misery'.
Reading it again and again, the Fay looked up to the generals. "I-I don't understand.
Why would they want to kill me? I'm not even an Emperor yet."
Agnes sighed lowering herself on the throne. It had defentially had been a long tirring day. The deaths, threats, and her son made it feel even worse. Who was wanting her only son to be killed? Why would they want to, he didn't even do anything wrong yet. She knew now more than ever that Touma needed a body guard. One with skill to fight and not lose. One that could heal. One that was-was what? An Elf?
These days Elves were no longer allowed to carry weapons, giving them no need in skills of fighting.
They finally ended their war with the Fays 20,000,000 years ago, when Touma was only 108,064 years old-11 in human years. It was difficult to find a Elf with such skills and it would be complicating to hire them being that since the war, Fays and Elves no longer communicated unless it meant life or death situations between the races.
"What am I to do? I can't risk my son's life in danger, niether can I rule this kingdom as I could have before.
I have to pass down my authority to Touma now or I'll have to do it with my death." the troubled Fay said.
Garen stared into space, thinking very carefully. "Right now I believe isn't the time to think of crowing Touma your majesty. Right now I believe is time to decide what to do about this threat. It comes to conclusions that we need to find someone who has the ablity to heal and fight. The only clan that I can think of is the Elves but, Elves haven't been able to carry weapons for 20,000,000 years! Where can we find and Elf with these capablities?"
A sound of a throat being cleared brought the attention to the two beings in the room. Walking closer, a woman stepped out of the darkness, drapped in a crisom cloack. Her ebony hair stood out along with her knowing gray eyes. "Excuse me for the interuption m'lady Agnes, m'lord Garen but it has come to my attention that a heir of yours was threatened today of his life. The heir part of our group of fates." the woman stated, standing in the light from the stain glass window above the throne.
Agnes and Garen stood, bowing low to the woman. "Forgive me Ethel, Fay of Death, I did not see you coming to my door. Is there something you need or want? You know you can come here and get anything you please." Agnes asked,
raising from her bow, noticing others with Death.
Another woman stepped out behind of Ethel, her golden curls bouncing as she walked. "We only have a clue as to what you seek, Agnes." She replied. "Being that I am not Fate herself, niether Time, I am not accurate on this clue but search far and wide within the Elven Kingdom where their authority lies."
Ethel looked at the blonde, then back to the throne. "Althea of Love is correct on this point. If you don't do this m'lady, you will soonly see your kingdom fall out of the grasp of your clan."
With these last words, the two vanished from the mist, bringing an errie feeling to the room. Garen seemed the first to overcome the suspense he had felt. "Well, we know what to do now. Guards, send forth Ginger!"
End of Chapter Two
Well, there's the second chapter for those who wanted to know what happens next. Next chapter is coming up shortly...if I can started first! I hope this chapter answered some little things, as well as making more questions pop into your head. Althea of Love and Ethel of Death will be more involved with this story as it keeps going so stay intuned with this story.
By the way, review and tell me who is your favorite orginal character in this story so far! I want to know just out of curosity! Bye-bye and REVIEW!!!