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 Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 5:11 pm
This is our story, we get to write it together since we are the 'twins' of the guild.
Our stories will be separate at first and will most likely have music to go along with each section.
After that, we'll tie our stories together and that will be that
<3 <3 <3 teehee
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 7:43 pm
ƒαвℓєѕ ιη тнє мσяηιηg Princess Arabella starred at the celing of her room. She had awakened earlier than usual, or so she thought. After waiting for what felt like twenty minutes, she got out of her bed and walked to the door. It was almost silent out in the hall, apart from a couple of maid's chatter. "So you're new to the kingdom?" the first one asks casually. "Yes" the second one sad. It wasn't really like Arabella to easedrop on people like this, but it's not like there was much else to do. Once it became known that she was awake it would be strait off to studies. "So, do you know the legend yet?", asked the first one again. After that question was asked, all the sounds of their movement had stopped. "No, what legend?"
She was obviously talking about stupid legend about the kingdom. Long ago, the man who found the area, the king and Arabella's great great grandfather and the second king to the land she will own someday, supposedly found himself in possion of a few magical wishes granted by a genie. While that was compleatly absurd and in no way possible, it goes on to his wishes. His first wish, was for a power that was almost unheard of. He wished to rival Mother Nature and control the ice that was always falling around the kingdom. Now, anyone who has spend a decent amount of time studing into mythology and legends would already know that everything has a price. The man got his power, but in turn, he was swollowed by the pride that came with his new powers. His second wish, was for the power of disguise, so he could change his forms without anyone knowing. The genie had a much harder time giving a price for this. The genie took his wife as payment, if the only he loved so dearly couldn't recognzie him, then she doesn't deserve him. Then the King, alone with only a son and a kingdom that already had residants coming to live there, only had one more wish. As expected, the first maid had said almost exactly what Arabella was thinking. She could tell that the second maid was getting uncomphertable. The legend is commonly told as a ghost story by children to scare eachother. They grew up with the story and got used to it, the second maid was hearing it for the first time.
"So, he kept the genie waiting." the first maid continued, "He waited years, the genie followed him everywhere, just in case the King slipped up. Of course, he didn't, and the genie was never seen. His son had grown, and found a wife of his own. They had a child" Arabella's great uncle. "The King was ready to die, and both he and the genie knew it. The king was ready to make his last wish. His final wish was to continue his life. His soul would continue to live on in his grandchildren to come. They would inherite not only a part of his soul, but what he wished for and their concequences as the genie's final price. They would forever be influenced by him, and as soon as the carrier dies, the next direct decentdant of his to be born would recive his soul" the first maid finished and smiled. "I've been here for a few years, but the King doesn't seem to have anything weird about him like in the story. The Princess is a little strange though. I doubt that either of them carry the spirit of the King from the story though, after all, it's just a legend"
The second maid shivered. "that's horrible. But it serves those royals right." The two maids agreed and walked off. Arabella had heard the story many times as a child, but never from her parents. Always from the nannies and maids, and even a guard once. She susspected that her father believed deeply in it and if he or his wife spoke it aloud, then he would be overcome by pride and lose his wife, only leaving him with his engaged daughter who is going to be leaving his care for good in less than three months. Once the maids' footsteps were gone, Arabella put on one of her less extravagent, but still rather extravagant dresses and walked out of her room. Her long blonde hair was brushed, but not put up. She didn't know how to do anything like that, the maids always have done it for her, and they will, as soon as she orderes one to.
This particular morning was rather slow. She joined her mother and father in the dining room for breakfast. They were discussing her future husband. She had only met him five times. He was okay, but she really didn't want to marry him. He was just as prideful as she was, and always after seeing him everything would be cold. Her drinks, her food, her room. He just sucked the warmth out of her life. "I think Deidritch is a fine boy, just give him some time to warm up to Arabella, we both know she isn't the nicest person in the world at first." her father, the new King said. Her mother was much more on Arabella's side with the issue. "Darling, she hardly cares for him and we all know the only reason why she said yes is because if she didn't she knew it would disapoint you." Her father acted surpized to hear that. It was too obvious for him to not have known. "is this true Arabella? You don't like him? He loves you so much though. After every time he saw you he wrote both you and me letters about how much he likes you. You can't tell me that you never felt anything, can you?"
Guilt tripping was her father's specialty. "I can and I will, father. Every word mother said is true, and she, once again, remains the closest person in the world to me. Not Deiderich" Arabella said cooly. The only way to counteract her father was to be brutally honest with your thoughs. "Arabella, you promised the boy that you --" the princess cut him off "I'm not going to cancell it. I know how badly that would embarres the family. I just want you to know that I wont be happy and it's your fault. If you want to do something about it then convince the prince he isn't good enough for me" She threw a blonde curl over her shoulder and took a sip of tea. "Arabella. . ." her father said. "that's enough," said the queen, "She doesn't want to talk about it. Just leave her be and I'll talk about it with her" The king sighed and left the room. "I try to find my daughter a loving husband and I get kicked out of the room!"
After her father left the room, Arabella and her mother talked about everything. Hardly leaving any suitible subjects out. By the time they realized how long they had talked, it was well into the afternoon. "Arabella, I really must be going. We're having guests over and I need to be ready to greet them." the Queen stood and adjusted her dress. "And don't worry about Diederitch, I hardly knew your father when we married. You'll be happy as soon as you let yourself be." the princess sighed. She hated lowering her expectations in order to make other people happy, but she respected her mother's wishes enough to go along with it. "Yes, Mother. I love you more than anything else in the world. Don't forget that. I'll see you after my studies"  ∂єαтн ιη тнє αƒтєяησση The young princess's studies that day were not unusual, nor did they cover any unexpeted subjects. Durring her French hour, she learned of the great French playwrites, in her music hour, she played the piano. She was just about to move on to world cultures when a maid came running in. She was stuttering, the words wernt coming out of her mouth, and those that were sounded raspy, for she was out of breath. From the few seconds of the maid's voice that she heard, it sounded like the first maid from the morning. Arabella sighed. "Spit it out or leave my presence" The maid dropped to her knees and started hysterically crying. "It's the Queen" she managed to say something worth listening to between gasps, "s-she's--"
It didn't quite sink in yet. Not even when it was right in front of her. The guest, that her mother and father prepared so attentively for, killed his beautiful host with a knive. Her mother lay dead on the stairs of the throne room, the ones leading to the thrones. The knive was taken out by a guard who was just a second too late to save her life. The knive itself wasn't enough to kill her, it didn't go deep enough into her chest to kill her, but the lack of proper bandages was. She bleed to death on the stairs. One of the guards stayed to tend to her, while the other five went after the man. Despite being seriously out numbered, the man still managed to escape. The maid that told Arabella was ordered by the guard who tended to the queen's injuries to get the princess and guard her with her life down the two halls that went from her room to the thorne room. The Queen lie dead in front of her, and the King had fainted beside her upon seeing the blood. Her father had no injuries, but he did have a nasty fall when he saw her. A bump was going to appear on his head soon.
"Mother? What are you doing on the ground like that? You're dress is getting dirty." she knelt down beside her mother and tried to help the corpse sit up. One of the guards touched her shoulder, but she shurgged it off. "Mother, wake up. It's indecent to be lying about on the floor" The guard pulled her back a little bit. "Princess, she isn't asleep, she's not going to wake u-" "Of course she is!" the princess interupted, "Why would you lie?! She's just asleep! Why would you lie!?" Arabella broke into a sob. The most imortant person in the world to her was dead. There was no one to blame but the one who got away. The guards wern't talking about their chase after the man out of respect. Only two of them continued to follow the man, but their hopes wern't very high about catching him. The other three had returned to the castle to protect the Princess and the King.
"Princess," the oldest of the guards began, "I'm sorry, but the Queen is dead. Please let go of her so we can move her to a proper area to rest" He and another guard gently pulled Arabella to her feet and then sat her down at her throne, to the right of her mother's. "you'll see the body again before we bury it, don't worry Princess." By the time they had the Queen on a stretcher, the King came back. Before he even sat up, his eyes were filled with tears. "Camella, why did it have to be you? Why not me?" He slowly sat up and cried into his hands. Arabella hadn't even moved an inch after she was set down. Tears poured down her face, but she just let them fall down to her thighs to be absorbed by the many layers of her dress. "Princess," a maid said quietly before whipping up the tears from the Princess's face. "You should get some rest, the tutor said he would come back another day to cover your lessons, you must be exausted."
The princess stood up. Her legs felt like they would give out from underneath her, but she started to walk. She was now moving by memory, she was in a daze and couldn't even think. More tears fell off of her face than she normally drank with a meal. Her tears could have easily filled up two glasses. She stumbled to her room and fell to her knees at the foot of her bed. No longer possesing the will to move, she cried with her head at the foot of her bed. "Mother. . .why you?" The young princess cried until she fell asleep on the floor.
Arabella awoke to the touch of a hand on her shoulder. "Arabella. Wake up, I need to talk to you" said the mystery voice. She slowly opened her eyes. It was a man's voice but no one addressed her plainly as Arabella other than her parents, not even Deideritch dared to address her so casually. "Arabella, I don't have much time, get up." She lifted her head from the soft carpet and looked up into the face she had only seen on paitnings. "Y-you're Great Great Grandpa Bradford." he had a misty glow about him, there was no mistaking it, he was the King from the fable. But what was he doing alive? He had died over a hundred years ago, but it was his face, and she knew all of her realatives. None of them resembled him this much.  мσυяηιηg ιη тнє мσσηℓιgнт "I have had other inheritors of my soul. Neither of them had what it takes to host my powers though. Arabella, your mother was taken as sacrifice for your new power" She was still in quite a daze, but it somehow felt real. "Power? You couldn't possibly mean that the fable is true?" The man nodded and held out a hand to lift the princess up. "It is, your father is a fool for thinking that it could be him who I've entrusted my soul to. No, you're more powerful than he could ever wish to be. The genie let my soul live on and my powers along with it, but none could handle the pressue. I know you can Arabella. You just have to let the price consume you. Embrace the pride you already posses and let it consume you. You'll be able to control the ice that is and always will be your heart. Let my soul live on in you, my dearest grand daughter. You're the only one who can"
"You took my mother" she growled. "What was that Arabella? Speak up, I'm not as young as I used to be" the King said casually. "YOU TOOK MY MOTHER!" she screamed as she lunged for the man's neck. He was much stronger and larger than her, before she could even touch his neck, he had one hand around most of hers. "listen here you little brat. The genie took your mother, you should be thankful for these powers instead of trying to kill the one who gave them to you. You know the fable. You know what they are" The anger he possesed was overwhelming, she couldn't fight back, let alone argue. "A guard is coming. Speek nothing of this. Your father will send you off to your aunt's, I'll kill the coach and you will become a real woman. Let the pride swallow you whole and it'll be all right"
"Princess?" a guard knocked on her door. "Are you alight? I heard you yelling. If you don't answer in ten seconds I'm coming in. Even if I have to break down the door!" The King looked down at Arabella. "Don't disapoint me child. I wont see you for a whiel" The guard listened closely at the door. "Goodbye, Arabella." He let go of the princess and she fell to her knees on the ground. He The sound made the worried guard open the door. "Princess! Are you all right?" She was too out of breath to speek, even if she wanted to the words wouldn't come out. He knelt down by her and waited for her to catch her breath. "What happened Princess?" She longed to tell him of the King, but feared that he would come back and haunt her. "I dreamed of Mother." Without looking up from the ground, she pulled herself back to her feet using the bed. "I fell off of my bed. It was a nigthmare" The guard held out his hand to help her, but she ignored it. "What time is it?" The guard thougt for a moment to do some calculations. "I think it's about ten, why are you asking? You missed dinner, are you hungry?" She hadn't even thought of food, but it would be a nice distraction. It would also prevent her from being alone again. The King could come back if she was alone. "Yes, take me to get food. I wish to walk around." She then put her arm out in front of her so the guard could escort her there.
The castle was almost silent. There was a group of men in the throne rooom talking to the king. She couldn't recognize the vocies though. The guard pulled her away from the throne room and into the dining room. "I am going to ask a cook to prepare you something. Stay here, scream if anyone comes in that you don't want to be in here. I will come running back" Arabella looked down at the mirror-like plate and sighed. "Very well. I'll be in here" The plate stared back in her in her image. "If I have inherited your powers Grandfather Bradford, then I should be able to change my appearence at will, correct?" He did not come back, or even give her any signs of assurance, but she knew that she was right. Unsure about how to do such a thing, she tried to remember the face of a maid, just any maid. She opened her eyes and looked down at the plate. Nothing on her face changed in the slightest. She thought harder, just on the color of her hair. Dark, dark brown. Arabella's hair had always been a golden blonde, so a change like that would be clearly noticable. A burning pain broke out on her scalp. She was too shocked to scream, her hair had now become chocolate brown. She jumped back from the table. The chair she was sitting at fell to the ground behind her. She looked at the mirror that was hung up in the room. It didn't lie. It was truely her face, but the hair was brown and the legnth of the maid's. "I have got to be asleep still. This is impossible" The princess slapped herself. her was still dark. She kicked her own leg. straighter than ever before She punched her stomach. the payment had been made, there was no giving back the power.
Arabella put her hands on the table and stared down at the plate. "Just give me my hair back, please. Just give me my hair back" Her golden locks appeared in her mind, and just as before, her head broke out in a burning pain that she couldnt' even begin to put into words. The long brown hair, returned to the golden curls that were kept in a bun. The guard came back in. "Princess, are you alright? Why is the chair turned over?" He walked over to her and lifted the chair back to it's origional posistion and helped the princess sit back down on it. "Tell me," she began, "Do you believe in the fable about my heritage?" The guard shifted uncomphertably. "I am not allowed to speak of it, Princess. I am also not allowed to speak to you unless in the time of emergancy or under special circumstances." The Princess sighed. "I'm speaking to you directly. If that isn't a special enough circumstace then bring me someone who is willing to carry out his orders, even when it does conflict with old ones" She crossed her arms and stared at the man. "Very well. I don't believe in the fable, but I have heard of it. Your family hasn't proven me otherwise in the slightest. I have served here since you were but a child" He said. She had never taken the time to remember any of the guards or maids except for when they said they would return. She would remember something odd about their appearence and forget it shortly after their return. It really was no surprize that a guard could have watched her grow without her even recognizing him. She replied to him first, with a sigh. "Is a cook preparing me food?" Taking a break, will finish part one, section three soon. [note: I truely didn't mean to have times of days as parts of this. I didn't even realize it until after I made them up that they all had a theme to them. XD.
There are three songs to this. One in each picture.
I also changed the colors of the words protaining to ice, appearences and pride. ]
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