A/N
this is an original story and i hope to use it later. the plot is my creation, and(though it is a bit twisted)i hope to use it later and really publish a version of it.
i hope this isnt too fluffy, i tried to cut some of the stuffing out, but it kind of flopped like an under stuffed teddy bear, so i put some back. i hope it isnt too bad.
thanks, DL Shores
Chapter two
8 years later
'Uncle Saul! Hey! Uncle Saul! Wait for me!' shouted 9 year old Anyé, as she ran after her uncle, with a small brow pony in tow.
Saul was off, heading to Caperoni, Tarelia's royal city. Saul and eight of the other leaders of the camp were going to meet with some of the Tollonian 'Rabble' as Mary the camp healer called them. They were far from being Rabble, they were the remaining wizards and their apprentices, all wealthy, and out to restore the monarchies, or rule themselves. Saul was actually going to meat with their leaders, the sophisticated Aldebaran, Rigel and Marianna. They had asked to meet with him to discuss the situation of the realms and give news of the young Prince's whereabouts.
Saul was running late. He sighed as he looked down at his niece.
'Anyé I told you can't come with us, it's too dangerous. The Icelings and the demons are back.'
At this Anyé stood tall with her hands on her hips. 'I'm not afraid! I'm not scared of any thing living or dead!' Saul laughed. 'Says the girl who shivers at the mention of the word bee...'Anyé shivered on cue
'Don't say that!' she whispered exasperatedly. Saul knelt down next to her and placed his hands on her shoulders.
'Anyé, you can't come,'
He knew she was going to try her infamous pout against him, a small bit of beginner's magic she could perform easily. He pinched her nose lightly to stop her, and said. 'I want you to stay here, ok if you do your chores and are good for Mary, I'll bring you home a present!'
Saul watched her strange, seemingly bottomless brown-green eyes as the clouds in them rolled out and Anyé's face broke into a smile.
'Ok' she answered 'I'll be good!'
Saul looked behind her to see if she had crossed her fingers at all. He smiled as he got on his horse,
'Bribery has its uses, yes?'
'It sure does!' She gave their standard reply and winked.
He returned the wink, and then signaled to the others to head out. He turned around one final time and said
'Your parents would be so proud of you Anyé!' then cantered away.
Lise stood there with the reins of Dilly in her hand, mind elsewhere. She had grown up with the stories of her parent's lives and deaths. They had been well known in the camp, a reason why many gave her a wide berth when she caused mischief.
Her father, a thief known as Gordon "the Lute" (for the lute he played around the campfires at night) was the older brother of Saul.
Had been.
He died shortly before Anyé was born. Anyé had learned about the battle as soon as she could understand. Right after the princess and the queen had disappeared, Lord Marco had sent soldiers to root them out in every community. The valley had been one of the major battles that night.
The stories say that Gordon helped his young wife, due at any time with their baby, escape before heading into battle with hardly any armor. It was at that moment that he thought up a name for his daughter. For there heading into battle, he knew he would not return, never see the sun again, and knew he would never see his daughter born. Later, as he lay dying, Gordon called his brother to his side and asked him to watch over his family, and to ask his wife as his dying wish, to give the baby the name Anyé, an ancient word meaning "Light of the Sun".
Saul kept to his promise.
Anyé's mother, a faerie named Eileen, had taken the camp by storm when she had arrived. Stunningly beautiful, she had been born into a noble family, and set to marry a relative of the faerie lord, when she had literally stumbled into Gordon. They had run away together, Anyé was told, because Eileen's parents had shunned her marriage choice. After escaping during the raid, Eileen had hidden herself in the old apple tree on the hill over looking the south side of the village.
It was one of her favorite places in life, and now it belonged to Ailise. Eileen had died the day Anyé was born, tragically living long enough to only name her new daughter. Supposedly, Anyé resembled her strongly, but that's only what she was told.
Mary had been standing near Anyé, and knowing what she was thinking about, decided to give her some time.
'Come on Anyé it's getting' on we should head in, there's a good storm on its way lets go put Dill away.'
Anyé jumped when she heard the voice, but nodded and turned to join Mary on the path.
'Mary, what was my mother like?' asked Anyé, she loved to hear stories about both of them, her mother, young and betrothed, running away with a handsome thief, being disowned by her family, her father a talented musician, had every girl in the camp swooning over him, and met a beautiful faerie. They were willing to give everything for each other. They did have a few problems, yet managed to live happily until one day...
The stories always had a romantic quality to them, making Anyé sigh with the envy of a six year-old. These were the only times she regretted them not being around. She would never meet the heroes of her bed time tales.
When she was by herself, when everyone was busy, and there was no one to talk to, she would go to the old apple tree and climb, until there was no possible way to get any higher. She would settle herself in and think about what it might have been like if they were still alive.
'She was a wonder full person, good at her magic, beautiful in general. Loved by all. What more is there?' answered Mary.
'She was one of the bravest people I knew. A good friend, she enjoyed life very much. Lived it to the fullest.' Mary sighed, it wasn't lying, she told herself, not technically.
'Go put Dilly away, there should be a storm coming in by the looks of those clouds.' continued Mary quietly,
'Ok, I'll be right in.' Anyé lied
'After we clean the kitchen, we can make a cake!' said Mary.
'Ok' repeated Anyé, as she took Dilly down to the paddock. She spoke quietly to the pony as she put the tack away.
'Good boy Dilly, to bad we couldn't go huh? I really wish we could've.' As she turned to leave, Dilly pushed his big nose against her back, causing her to stumble slightly, a quiet reminder to give him a hug. She hugged him tightly smiling, as she rubbed his forehead.
Anyé headed even farther away from the camp. Up a hill upon which stood a tall apple tree...
She sat gazing into the Hadsworth quarter of the Black Forest, once it had been a portion of the Charmed Wood. She stared peacefully at the trees, swaying gently in the wind. Sometimes when Anyé gazed at the woods long enough, she would daydream. These were not ordinary dreams however. The edge of the forest would erupt into flames, and in the noise of the crackling flames, there were terrified screams. Anyé could make out a figure standing on the outskirts of the blaze, watching two shadows within it intently. This is where the vision would end, mostly because the strength of the magic that brought on the sight would cause Anyé to pass out. She would normally be found slumbering peacefully under the boughs of the apple tree hours later.
Though the dreams frightened her, Anyé could not help but be fascinated by them. She longed to know who the figures were, and why she could see them. She never told anyone, not even Saul.
Hours later, Mary had half the fort looking for Anyé, but not even an irritated squirrel, (deprived of its home by her body) could wake her.
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