HI!!! Please read and review my new story, I have the most confidence ever
that it will be fantastic! If you're mad at me for not concentrating on
Protectors, don't worry too much, I haven't dropped it yet. If you're a
fan, I know you'll like this one.
-Moon Falcon
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Count Diamond Soroden was a powerful man, to say the least. His lands lay closest to the capital of Solovine and had a mighty hand in the ways of ruling the kingdom. It was rumored that he had even the threatened the now deceased monarch into ruling in his favor a few times. Of course, if you knew him, it wouldn't be that much of a surprise.
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"I will not have any retaliation from you two, is that understood? For the sake of our family's appearance, you must aid me in my search for the throne." The Count of Soroden was in his castle, in one of his many lavish parlors. His pale hands ruffled through his perfectly styled white hair in exasperation and he narrowed his ice colored eyes menacingly at the two people before him.
One was a tall young man with inky black hair and midnight blue eyes. He wore the deep navy uniform of a general, though from the innumerable gold swatches and finery on it, you could easily tell that he was more than that. He stood rigidly, the quick tapping of his booted foot and sharp intakes of breath not eluding to the fact that he was on edge at the moment. With a regal sweep of his blood red cape, he nodded stiffly to the man before him.
The woman at his side, however, was not to be taken so lightly. Her hair was also the same raven-black as her partner's, but it seemed to stand on end with the anger that was resonating off her in waves. Flashing the Count a set of fiery violet eyes, she slapped her delicately gloved hand down on a nearby table and cried, "Do not order me around, Diamond! You hold nothing over my head to blackmail me with, nor do you have anything I desire. If I were you, I would be slightly less demanding!" The crimson dress she wore ruffled harshly as she turned on her heel and stomped out.
Just as a very livid Count was about to chase after her, the other man held up his hand, barring his path. "I will speak with her." He said softly, a calming note in his words.
"She will come, Endymion. I don't care if she is our sister, she will pay the price if she ever behaves like that at the capital. See to it that it doesn't happen again." Pushing his brother's arm aside roughly, he, too, stormed off. Endymion sighed and went in search of his audacious sister.
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Baron Jayden Anarel ruled the desert lands just to the west, at the foot of the Elunos Mountains. He was possibly the most isolated ruler in all of Xeralda, for barely a soul dared venture over the perilous peaks to his small share of the kingdom. His people were aptly described as the 'Sand Storms'. They were titled after their peculiar magical affinity for the element of Wind and being in the desert allowed them easy access to plenty of sand, thus the name came about. Jayden was their leader, a good- natured young man with hair the color of the grains of his cities and sparkling, mirthful blue eyes that made you feel at ease in the most dire of circumstances. His people had cried and sobbed for him to try a hand at the throne, on account of his 'heart the size of the largest sandstorm' as his twin sister had so bluntly put it. So he did.
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Jayden Anarel was plotting his route through the mountains when a whirlwind of blonde hair suddenly burst through the tent flap to land unceremoniously on his chest, barreling the stunned Baron over. Regaining his wits, he immediately started to tickle it, eliciting a loud laugh from the thing.
Clearing aside the mass of sunny locks, Jayden smiled at the small, lithe beauty in his arms, "Minalaya, my dear sister, if you had not noticed, I am very busy at the moment and would appreciate it if you would allow me to return to my work." The woman that was straddling his chest clapped her hands happily before hopping off him.
"I'm sorry, Jade, I'm just SO EXCITED!" her sky blue eyes were glowing as she began to extol the endless lists of the things that she had packed, the people she wished to meet, and the places she wanted to see. Watching his sister with amused eyes, he reveled in her perfect beauty not for the first time. Stories said that Mina Anarel was woven from the sands of the desert and bound together by the rays of the sun goddess, Sunyena. A child's version of Mina's radiance, of course, but it was interesting never the less. She was currently outfitted in the most fashionable clothes that her people could afford: a silken, orange wrap-around skirt and a bodice of the same make with laces up the front. It was custom for the women of the desert to bare much skin because of the hot conditions, therefore making Mina's tanned, smooth abdomen and arms a normal sight for the people of her culture. Her hair was let loose to fall gloriously around her figure, forming a halo of sorts around her head, which furthered her appearance of an angel.
"We set out at dawn, sweet. Be sure you are ready." He prodded her gently toward the tent flap again, "It will take us two weeks to reach the capital, we must not dally." Giving her a final shove, he watched as she whooped in joy and flew to her own tent. Jayden sighed and turned back to his papers. The journey for the throne was going to be long and hard.
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Lord Zacharius Farendan was sitting in his drawing room contemplating his rash decision to begin a campaign for the rule of Xeralda. The Gods only knew why he, the man who was said to hold the greatest mind in Xeralda, chose to set his wonderfully adept skill to the task of seeking out something, which he did not wish for in any case. Probably because the villages of his land gathered all their young ladies and set them upon him with their pushed up breasts and innocent eyes, that's why. He groaned inwardly. No man in heaven or hell could refuse such a plea. His lands lay to the west of the Elunos range, a great land by the sea. His people were water adepts by birth, and Zacharius was no exception.
Zach thought of the beach, the wonderful winds ruffling his strawberry-blonde waves of hair. He remembered the days when he was still just a boy and he could barely stand in the pull of the tide, fearful of being dragged under. Now he had grown, though still strangely slight in stature, he was not devoid of his strengths. He remembered the day when he had cut down his first enemy, an assassin meant for his father. He remembered his reflection in the man's blood, his hazy emerald eyes turned crimson. Perhaps this was what he wanted the throne for. Maybe he wanted it for life, for the lives of his people and all the people of Xeralda, or maybe he wanted it to prove his worth as a great Lord of the land. He would have much time to think of this further on the journey to Solovine, which would last a whole two weeks over the mountains. The time would pass none too quickly.
The Farendan lord decided now was as good a time as any to begin as he summoned his entourage, a footman to fetch his bags, and a horse from the stables. Perhaps he would soon be a king.
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Sir Nathaniel Morodithe was the lord of the wooded region of Xeralda, just to the south of Solovine, and lying in between the two side of the mountain range. His people obviously controlled the power of nature and growth. It was said that Nathaniel was a tree himself. From his chestnut brown locks of hair to his tall and sturdy build, Nath was the spitting image of a mighty maple tree in its flourishing prime.
He had decided to enter the campaign for one reason and one reason alone: his three-year-old daughter had asked him to. It wouldn't have mattered how much his people begged and beseeched him. He believed his mind to be firm on the matter, but when little Starlight had walked into his chambers late one evening, supposedly escaped from her nanny, his resolve broke like a weak match.
"Daddy" she had looked at him with big, diamond colored eyes, "Daddy, why is the King gone?" she had asked innocently.
His surprise at seeing her out weighed rational thought and he said, as he stroked her chocolate-colored hair, "He wasn't careful enough, Star. He didn't know how to be watchful for himself."
He watched as her little face scrunched up in thought before her lips sprung into a smile bright enough to light the room, "Daddy, you always tell me to be as careful as you are! Daddy, you are very careful! You could be a careful King!" she cried in delight with her new discovery.
Nathaniel's heart wrenched as he saw the gleam in his baby's happy eyes. He made the decision then. "Okay, Starlight. Daddy will become a careful king. Do you want to be daddy's princess?" she nodded her head vigorously as he said, "Alright, come on, let's get to bed." He pulled her under the heavy covers with him. Nathaniel Morodithe had fallen asleep that night with his beloved child in his arms. In the morning, he woke to make a proclamation. He was to lay claim to the throne.
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There was only one word to describe Count Malachi Zendas: Ice. Like the mountain peaks that lay close to his land to the north of the capital of his kingdom, he was frigid and hard and utterly stubborn in all circumstances. Hell, he even looked like ice with his platinum hair and silvery eyes!
The moment Malachi had heard of the opportunity of ruling Xeralda, he had jumped to be the first to put his hand into the jumble. He had always thought his former king was weak and unfitting of his station and now finally a chance had come for him to show his true colors.
For as far back as his family line went, Mal had remembered their fate to stay in the blistering cold for all their lives. True, they were Fire mages and were not easily penetrated by the cold, yet still, he knew that at this grant to journey to the capital for some time was a blessing. He had ordered his men ready the moment a messenger had come to deliver the news that he had been chosen as a worthy candidate for the throne. Who had decided this, he didn't care, he just saw that his time had come and he was certainly going to rise to the occasion.
It would take him a week to reach the capital, more than enough time to think of his strategy in court. This was going to be fun.
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Okay!!!! I'll leave you with the introductions! Expect more really soon. I have so many ideas just swirling around up there, I'm tempted to just hit my head on something so that they'll settle. But whatever! See ya later!
-Falcon
-Moon Falcon
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Count Diamond Soroden was a powerful man, to say the least. His lands lay closest to the capital of Solovine and had a mighty hand in the ways of ruling the kingdom. It was rumored that he had even the threatened the now deceased monarch into ruling in his favor a few times. Of course, if you knew him, it wouldn't be that much of a surprise.
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"I will not have any retaliation from you two, is that understood? For the sake of our family's appearance, you must aid me in my search for the throne." The Count of Soroden was in his castle, in one of his many lavish parlors. His pale hands ruffled through his perfectly styled white hair in exasperation and he narrowed his ice colored eyes menacingly at the two people before him.
One was a tall young man with inky black hair and midnight blue eyes. He wore the deep navy uniform of a general, though from the innumerable gold swatches and finery on it, you could easily tell that he was more than that. He stood rigidly, the quick tapping of his booted foot and sharp intakes of breath not eluding to the fact that he was on edge at the moment. With a regal sweep of his blood red cape, he nodded stiffly to the man before him.
The woman at his side, however, was not to be taken so lightly. Her hair was also the same raven-black as her partner's, but it seemed to stand on end with the anger that was resonating off her in waves. Flashing the Count a set of fiery violet eyes, she slapped her delicately gloved hand down on a nearby table and cried, "Do not order me around, Diamond! You hold nothing over my head to blackmail me with, nor do you have anything I desire. If I were you, I would be slightly less demanding!" The crimson dress she wore ruffled harshly as she turned on her heel and stomped out.
Just as a very livid Count was about to chase after her, the other man held up his hand, barring his path. "I will speak with her." He said softly, a calming note in his words.
"She will come, Endymion. I don't care if she is our sister, she will pay the price if she ever behaves like that at the capital. See to it that it doesn't happen again." Pushing his brother's arm aside roughly, he, too, stormed off. Endymion sighed and went in search of his audacious sister.
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Baron Jayden Anarel ruled the desert lands just to the west, at the foot of the Elunos Mountains. He was possibly the most isolated ruler in all of Xeralda, for barely a soul dared venture over the perilous peaks to his small share of the kingdom. His people were aptly described as the 'Sand Storms'. They were titled after their peculiar magical affinity for the element of Wind and being in the desert allowed them easy access to plenty of sand, thus the name came about. Jayden was their leader, a good- natured young man with hair the color of the grains of his cities and sparkling, mirthful blue eyes that made you feel at ease in the most dire of circumstances. His people had cried and sobbed for him to try a hand at the throne, on account of his 'heart the size of the largest sandstorm' as his twin sister had so bluntly put it. So he did.
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Jayden Anarel was plotting his route through the mountains when a whirlwind of blonde hair suddenly burst through the tent flap to land unceremoniously on his chest, barreling the stunned Baron over. Regaining his wits, he immediately started to tickle it, eliciting a loud laugh from the thing.
Clearing aside the mass of sunny locks, Jayden smiled at the small, lithe beauty in his arms, "Minalaya, my dear sister, if you had not noticed, I am very busy at the moment and would appreciate it if you would allow me to return to my work." The woman that was straddling his chest clapped her hands happily before hopping off him.
"I'm sorry, Jade, I'm just SO EXCITED!" her sky blue eyes were glowing as she began to extol the endless lists of the things that she had packed, the people she wished to meet, and the places she wanted to see. Watching his sister with amused eyes, he reveled in her perfect beauty not for the first time. Stories said that Mina Anarel was woven from the sands of the desert and bound together by the rays of the sun goddess, Sunyena. A child's version of Mina's radiance, of course, but it was interesting never the less. She was currently outfitted in the most fashionable clothes that her people could afford: a silken, orange wrap-around skirt and a bodice of the same make with laces up the front. It was custom for the women of the desert to bare much skin because of the hot conditions, therefore making Mina's tanned, smooth abdomen and arms a normal sight for the people of her culture. Her hair was let loose to fall gloriously around her figure, forming a halo of sorts around her head, which furthered her appearance of an angel.
"We set out at dawn, sweet. Be sure you are ready." He prodded her gently toward the tent flap again, "It will take us two weeks to reach the capital, we must not dally." Giving her a final shove, he watched as she whooped in joy and flew to her own tent. Jayden sighed and turned back to his papers. The journey for the throne was going to be long and hard.
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Lord Zacharius Farendan was sitting in his drawing room contemplating his rash decision to begin a campaign for the rule of Xeralda. The Gods only knew why he, the man who was said to hold the greatest mind in Xeralda, chose to set his wonderfully adept skill to the task of seeking out something, which he did not wish for in any case. Probably because the villages of his land gathered all their young ladies and set them upon him with their pushed up breasts and innocent eyes, that's why. He groaned inwardly. No man in heaven or hell could refuse such a plea. His lands lay to the west of the Elunos range, a great land by the sea. His people were water adepts by birth, and Zacharius was no exception.
Zach thought of the beach, the wonderful winds ruffling his strawberry-blonde waves of hair. He remembered the days when he was still just a boy and he could barely stand in the pull of the tide, fearful of being dragged under. Now he had grown, though still strangely slight in stature, he was not devoid of his strengths. He remembered the day when he had cut down his first enemy, an assassin meant for his father. He remembered his reflection in the man's blood, his hazy emerald eyes turned crimson. Perhaps this was what he wanted the throne for. Maybe he wanted it for life, for the lives of his people and all the people of Xeralda, or maybe he wanted it to prove his worth as a great Lord of the land. He would have much time to think of this further on the journey to Solovine, which would last a whole two weeks over the mountains. The time would pass none too quickly.
The Farendan lord decided now was as good a time as any to begin as he summoned his entourage, a footman to fetch his bags, and a horse from the stables. Perhaps he would soon be a king.
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Sir Nathaniel Morodithe was the lord of the wooded region of Xeralda, just to the south of Solovine, and lying in between the two side of the mountain range. His people obviously controlled the power of nature and growth. It was said that Nathaniel was a tree himself. From his chestnut brown locks of hair to his tall and sturdy build, Nath was the spitting image of a mighty maple tree in its flourishing prime.
He had decided to enter the campaign for one reason and one reason alone: his three-year-old daughter had asked him to. It wouldn't have mattered how much his people begged and beseeched him. He believed his mind to be firm on the matter, but when little Starlight had walked into his chambers late one evening, supposedly escaped from her nanny, his resolve broke like a weak match.
"Daddy" she had looked at him with big, diamond colored eyes, "Daddy, why is the King gone?" she had asked innocently.
His surprise at seeing her out weighed rational thought and he said, as he stroked her chocolate-colored hair, "He wasn't careful enough, Star. He didn't know how to be watchful for himself."
He watched as her little face scrunched up in thought before her lips sprung into a smile bright enough to light the room, "Daddy, you always tell me to be as careful as you are! Daddy, you are very careful! You could be a careful King!" she cried in delight with her new discovery.
Nathaniel's heart wrenched as he saw the gleam in his baby's happy eyes. He made the decision then. "Okay, Starlight. Daddy will become a careful king. Do you want to be daddy's princess?" she nodded her head vigorously as he said, "Alright, come on, let's get to bed." He pulled her under the heavy covers with him. Nathaniel Morodithe had fallen asleep that night with his beloved child in his arms. In the morning, he woke to make a proclamation. He was to lay claim to the throne.
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There was only one word to describe Count Malachi Zendas: Ice. Like the mountain peaks that lay close to his land to the north of the capital of his kingdom, he was frigid and hard and utterly stubborn in all circumstances. Hell, he even looked like ice with his platinum hair and silvery eyes!
The moment Malachi had heard of the opportunity of ruling Xeralda, he had jumped to be the first to put his hand into the jumble. He had always thought his former king was weak and unfitting of his station and now finally a chance had come for him to show his true colors.
For as far back as his family line went, Mal had remembered their fate to stay in the blistering cold for all their lives. True, they were Fire mages and were not easily penetrated by the cold, yet still, he knew that at this grant to journey to the capital for some time was a blessing. He had ordered his men ready the moment a messenger had come to deliver the news that he had been chosen as a worthy candidate for the throne. Who had decided this, he didn't care, he just saw that his time had come and he was certainly going to rise to the occasion.
It would take him a week to reach the capital, more than enough time to think of his strategy in court. This was going to be fun.
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Okay!!!! I'll leave you with the introductions! Expect more really soon. I have so many ideas just swirling around up there, I'm tempted to just hit my head on something so that they'll settle. But whatever! See ya later!
-Falcon