Keefe
Chapter 11
matches9524
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AN: The whole thing about the Mayans is made up. That's not what really happened. I don't know what happened.
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Raven stood there, not knowing what to do. Keefe was off, probably to kill Lucho, so she had no one to talk to. It was lonely being queen.
Then, suddenly, an idea struck her.
Leaving her room, after dressing rather quickly, Raven stopped to ask the guards where the history archives were kept. On being told the way, she headed there, intent on her purpose.
The History Room was guarded by a single man, but two huge oak doors stood behind him.
"What, may I ask, are you here for?" he asked brusquely, apparently not recognizing Raven.
"Did Keefe tell you I couldn't come in here?" she asked, confused.
The guard glared at her. "Who are you, to call our Gracious Lord by his given name?" He jabbed her in the ribs with his fingers, causing Raven to gasp in pain.
By now, this guard's pompous atittude was beginning to piss her off. "Well, if I'm going to marry him, I'd better be allowed to use his damn name! Now, will you let me through?"
"Oh, Milady Sorceress. My most sincere apologies. I did not recognize you. Of course you may enter." He bowed and dropped to his knees.
"Get up. Don't snivel. It's not necesary," Raven said kindly, taking the poor man's hands in her own and helping him up. "May I ask you two questions though?"
"Anything milady," he said, casting his eyes to the floor. Raven tilted his chin up, forcing him to look at her eyes. He tried to look back down, but she shook her head, and he looked back up at her.
"What is your name?"
"Raphael Catanita, milady."
"And how much do you get payed?"
"Thirty chips a week, miss."
"Okay, thank you Raphael. May we proceed into the History Room?"
Raphael nodded, and snapping his heels, did a sleight-of-hand that Raven could not comprehend. With a burst of dark green energy, the heavy oak doors opened, and a cloud of dust came billowing out. Once it cleared, Raven could see a wall lined with ledgers. Some looked old and almost prehistoric, while others looked like the average fifty-cent notebook. They were in order from newest to oldest.
"Is there anything you might require Milady? Because over in the desk," he pointed to a roll-top desk in the corner, "There are paper, pens, and candles."
"Umm, maybe a few extra candles, some water, some white wine, and a few slices of ham from the kitchens?" she asked hopefully.
"Everything will be provided for Milady. But I must leave you now, to continue my post."
"Thank you so much Raphael." He blushed, and headed out, closing the doors behind him. It was now almost pitch black, save for a ray of light, coming through the door jamb.
Raven stumbled over to the desk, opened it, and lit a dozen candles. She saw that there were several blank notebooks, ballpoint and uniball pens, and a few more candles and a lighter in there.
While she admired the efficiency of the ancient desk, she needed to get to work. Her plan was to learn the history of Chesmer, since she was to live here after all. She would understand the Chesmerian customs and she could carry on more interesting conversations with her fiancee. Overall, it was the first step she could take to make life easier for her, and others,here.
Time to get to work. She picked up the oldest ledger and carefully carted it to the desk. Settling down in the cushioned chair, she began to read, pulling a few candles closer for better light.
It was written in a different language that Raven couldn't identify, but much later, someone had returned and rewritten it in English.
Apparently, the old South American civilization, the Mayans, had disappeared without a trace, and had ended up on Chesmer. An evil medicine man had cursed their people, but he had no clue what he had been doing. So instead of dying, they ended up here.
Over time, single people were brought to Chesmer from all over Earth, allowing new cultures to blend together into one. It was this way for so long, that almost nobody knew what exactly the original forefather's heritage had been.
Raven was astonished. That was one hell of a way to start a planet.
She read some more, and learned, later, about a thousand Irish men and women were brought to Chesmer. Well, that accounted for the planet's whole feel, very plant oriented. It also explained why Keefe had an Irish name.
As the day got older, Raven read more and more. She hadn't even noticed Raphael come in with her things. She just happened to look up and there they were, on top of the desk.
Raven finally stopped when her first set of candles burnt out. That's when she decided she needed a break.
Getting up and stretching, she accidently knocked her chair over. As she picked it up, something fluttered out from under the seat cushion to the ground. It was a photograph, of a couple and their two children.
She examined it. The younger child was obviosly Keefe. He had similar features of the two adults, so he was probably their son. And the other boy must be his older brother. On the back was written: Mother, Father, Kender, and Me.
From her readings, Raven knew the oldest child always took the throne. Thedeceased rulers had often fought about it. So why was Keefe king and not Kender? Hopefully she would come across it after her break was over.
After sliding the photograph next to her hip, so it wouldn't move, Raven enchanted the heavy oak doors to open.
She laughed good-naturedly as Raphael jumped at their sudden movement.
"Milady, you could do that all along?" he asked astonished.
"Yes, Raphael, I could." The sound of another voice sounded sweet to her ears after the long hours of her solitude.
"Then why didn't you do that when you came here in the first place?"
"To tell you the truth, I hadn't thought about it. How long was I in there?"
"Almost seven hours, Milady Sorceress."
"Raven," she said with agitation. "I know Keefe says use titles, but for now, I'm giving you permission to call me Raven. Okay?" She said this a bit more cheerfully.
"Thank you, Raven," he said, trying it out.
"Any time." She smiled, her perfect, make-you-melt-at-the-knees smile. "Now, could you point me in the direction of the closest bathroom?"
"I believe the closest one is in your chambers, actually."
"Okay. Thanks Raphael. Be back in a flush." With that, she skipped away to her room. The guards gave her access, and on the way to the bathroom, and idea hit her. She took the photograph of the Fergesons out of her skirt, and put it in the mirror frame of her vanity, where Keefe would have a hard time not seeing it. She did her buisness,then waltzed back to the History Room, looking forward to furthering her Chesmerian education.
"Welcome back, Mila- Raven. Is there anything you might require now?"
"No, but could you possibly send my empty plate back up to the kitchen? I'm finished with it. Also send my compliments to the chef. It was delicious."
"It shall be done right away. Would you like me to open the doors for you now?"
"That's okay, I've got it. Thanks," she replied. Then, using her powers, she opened the doors and sauntered in.
The doors slammed shut, just as Raven began lighting a new set of candles.
Raven picked up the notes she'd been taking, and quickley reviewed them, to get back into the zone. Then she got up to get the next ledger. She observed that she was around three quarters of the way done with them.
She continued reading and taking notes until the first mention of Kender.
He was born to Morgan and Mary Fergeson, AKA King and Queen. Five years later, he was joined by a little brother, by the name of Keefe.
Shortly after Keefe was born, Mary passed away due to complications.
Several years after that, a war broke out between Chesmer, and their neighboring planet, Soto. Morgan betrayed his planet, and joined sides with the enemy. He killed his eldest son, and had turned on Keefe. But Keefe killed him first in a long lasting hand-to-hand fight. He was fourteen then.His fatherhadn't died in battle with the Soto's like Keefe had said, he had died in battle with his own son. But it had been a life or death situation. He was twenty-two now, and had lived with that over his shoulders for eight years.
Even though he was fourteen, he was a strong ruler. He had no aids to help him. Immediatly he allied with several planets. He also changed several laws and improved Chesmer's economy. He was the best thing that had happened to the planet in a long time.
That was it. The ledgers ended there. Raven had read Chesmer's entire history. And learned a lot about Keefe.
The ledgers were updated every five years. It struck Raven that she would be included in the next few. Eyes would be watching her centuries from now. Best to set a good impression.
She blew out the candles, all but one, and poured out the melted wax. She replaced them in the desk. Taking her notebook, she closed the desk, and carried the candle and the notebook over to the door, where she knocked for Raphael to open. She was too tired to do it herself.
The doors opened, and Raphael greeted Raven with a cheerful smile.
"Raven, the chef came up, and left some food for you when you come out. Would you like some?"
She nodded and blew out the candle. It was unnecessary in the brightly lit hallway.
It turned out the chef had brought some cookies and fruit, with some punch. The two laughed and talked while they ate.
Raven looked out the window and saw a beautiful full moon. Moon? It had been that long? It was time to get back to her room.
She bid farewell to Raphael, and hurried back to her apartment. Keefe was undressing as she entered.
"How was your day Keefe?" she asked sweetly, heading to the ice box and getting out some wine.
"It was very interesting. Do you really want to hear about it, or are you just being polite?" He watched her as she poured two glasses.
"I really want to know. After all, you did storm out of here this morning without telling me much," she said, taking Keefe's arm and leading him over to the couch.
He reddended at this. "I wasn't thinking. I'm so sorry! Please forgive me?" He looked so truly sorry, and so helpless that Raven could only nod.
Keefe sat down, sipping his wine. Raven sat, too, leaning against the arm of the couch and placing her legs in Keefe's lap.
"Well, I went to Lucho's to go split his balls, and we basically duked it out until we were both exauhsted." Raven could now see a few bruises forming on his face. "Then he explained to me that it was customary to give gifts to the new fiancee of a friend. Later I asked around, and that was true. He signed the tag anonymously, just for kicks." He chuckled, and put his and Raven's empty glasses on the end table. "Sounds a little fishy, if you ask me, but what the hell? It's just a necklace after all."
Raven turned around, and laid her head in Keefe's lap, tapping her fingers on his knees.
"So, what'd you do today?"
Raven yawned. As she got up and crawled into bed, not even changing her clothes, she answered, "I read everything in the History Room."
"Everything?" Keefe asked, crawling in after her and turning off the lamp.
"Everything. Oh. You know Raphael, the guard?" Keefe nodded. "Give him a big raise. He deserves it." She fell asleep after that, causing Keefe to force his questions down until the 'morrow.
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I think this is the longest chapter I've written for any of my fics. But it was fun! Please review, and tell me if you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did.