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| KTHPKC (profile) wrote, on 5-14-2003 at 7:32pm | |
| Music: New story that no one has read yet, except for rachel!!!!!!! Subject: Once upon a time ago |
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The day I met my love was the day I died The skies were red in the sunrise He was flying Gliding in the air Above the sun Into endless light Over the earth Calling my name Smiling Then the vampires came They swooped out of the clouds They tore up the sky and replaced it with darkness They took me away But he came after me He saved me Before they drew my final drop of blood I died in my love’s arms that day All was at peace He had saved me “I will love you forever” He whispered in my ear “And I will love you For all eternity” My dying breath said As I sailed over the sun… Kira groaned as she heard her sister sing the sad song. She had been singing it ever since her husband, Kentaro, died in battle. Softly, Kira tapped her sister on the shoulder, motioning that she was going outside for some fresh air. The older woman nodded, then continued with her work, wrapping her husband’s body in cloth so she could transport him back to the family graveyard. All the while singing her mournful song. Kira sat down on a tree stump and stared out forlornly at the battlefield. Bodies lay all over, and tattered flags waved limply in the wind. The two kingdoms, Morlat and Glentithe, were always at war. Kira’s father, King Alandar, was the ruler of Glentither. Glentithe was a patriarchal kingdom, but women still had their rights. As the kingdom was by the sea, everyone was to know the common tongue, Tithen, Mermish, and Glennish. Mystical beings like merpeople, angels, and water nymphs were a common sight throughout all the kingdom. Morlat, on the other hand, was the kingdom of shadows. Found in forests and valleys, Morlattens generally were a more fierce people. They had demons, elves, unicorns, wood nymphs, and a lot of mystical beings. Some folks said that there wasn’t a human in the whole lot. Glentithe and Morlat never got along, and their latest dispute was over a piece of land that separated their two kingdoms. King Alandar and the Morlatten king, Nemphis, had been battling for many months, but neither side had won. Kira and her sister, Lara, came down to the battlefield to care for the wounded, never expecting that Lara’s husband, and the future king of Glentithe, would be slaughtered in the battle. “For all I know,” Kira sighed, “one of those bodies out there could be father.” Then, to Kira’s astonishment, one of the bodies started to move. She stared, trying to fathom the possibility that someone on the abandoned battlefield was still alive, sill breathing. She ran over to the carcass, the body of a Moralatten, wrinkling her nose at the sickly sweet smell of carrion. The person underneath was struggling to push the dead weight up and away from them. Kira reached down and yanked at the body, lifting it up, then fell down, dirty and sweaty, with the body on top of her, pinning her to the ground. Kira squeaked and tried to move out from under the body, but ceased struggling when she saw the person she had helped free from the body stand up. It was a he, she could see that he had broad shoulders and a stern look on his shadowed face. She could tell that it was a man who had seen many battles. He was dressed in armor that didn’t look at all like either Glentithen or Morlatten, but the garb of a foreigner. He wore an unreadable look upon his face, which had chiseled features. His slanted eyes were blood red, and his hair as white as snow tied with a leather thong at the back of his neck. Kira stifled a scream and triend to get out from underneath the body. This soldier was no ordinary man, he was a Fae. And the look about him suggested that he was in a very feral mood. He grinned wickedly at Kira, sharp teeth flashing. She balked and stopped struggling, not moving at all. If I don’t move, then maybe he’ll think that I’m dead and go away, she thought frantically. She closed her eyes and told herself that she was sleeping. He started towards her with the grace of a wildcat. Carelessly he tossed the body pinning her down aside and was reaching down when she opened her eyes. Shrieking, Kira sat up, then jumped and ran into the Glentithen camp. Looking back, she saw that the Fae was chasing her, and ran into her sister’s tent. “Lara! Lara! Help!!!” she squealed as she ran into her older sister, clinging to her. The Fae entered the tent, blocking the glow of the setting sun, making his body look like a shadow. Kira shuddered and ran over to a corner of the tent, behind a changing screen. Red eyes flashed and the Fae walked in, letting the tent door flap shut. Lara blinked, her glassy eyes clearing as she looked away from her husband’s body. The Fae grinned a feral grin and lifted the sword that dangled at his side. Lara bowed her head, hair falling in a waterfall of gold. In the corner, Kira heard her sister sigh, then the sickening sound of a sword cutting through flesh. Trembling, she peeked out from behind the screen. Her sister was crumpled over, covered in blood while the Fae nonchalantly licked her blood from his now-glowing sword. “Oniko has been hungry for blood for many a year,” he said in an accent Kira couldn’t quite place. He stopped licking his sword and stared at her, red eyes glowing in the shadows. “Oh, I’m sorry, did you cut your tongue on…on that?” she refused to say the accursed sword’s name. Grabbing a dagger she found behind the screen, she waited for an open space. The Fae leered at her, lips red with her sister’s blood. Taunting her to come closer. “You bastard!!! You killed my sister!!!” she yelled, charging at his mocking face with dagger in hand. Deftly, he dodged aside from her attack and brought the hilt of his sword down on her head, knocking her out. “Oh, I’m sorry Princess Kira,” he said, picking her up, “but I’d rather have you as a hostage than a corpse to hold against your father.” She sighed, and he murmured something into her ear, so that she would remain asleep of the journey. He didn’t need her waking up and trying to run away. Walking outside, he held up a hand and called into the heavens where a dragon was dipping in and out of the clouds. Carelessly, he mounted it, putting Kira in front of him. “Take us home Ryu, home to the castle,” he whispered in its ear. “It’s time my subjects saw their king again.” |
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starstruck | 05-15-03 11:30am Hehe you could write an entire fantasy novel with your ideas! (Go for it :P) |
Phoenix | 05-15-03 10:54pm I like this very much too. :D |