queenrider melody
24th March 2005, 10:58 PM
This a non-pern story based on the book, The Two Princesses of Bamarre. The names of some people, places, and things and some quotes are from The Two Princesses of Bamarre, but those names and quote are for and from the same places they are in that book. Please enjoy.
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The Gray Death had been going around for years, no, centries, but no one I knew ever had it. My name is Evelena, but I like to be called Eve. I have been known to be the most cowardly member of my family. My older brother, now a noble night named Charles, has always protected me. Once, when I was just outside our noble home in front of Bamarre castle, I had gone near a wounded calf that I named Pix and three shapes hovered above me. They were gryphons! I sturred up a little courage and leaned myself over Pix. The gryphons started to peck at me. I cried out for help while streams of tears rolled down my face. I was only four, and I didn't know what else to do. Charles, at the time six years old, came with his play sword made from a sharp stick. He thrust it at a gryphon and stabbed it in the stomach. It shrieked in pain and flew off. The other gryphons tried to peck again, but Charles was too quick for them. He thrusted his sword several times, leaving many wounds. Finally, the gryphons flew away, blood dripping from their underbellies.
I still cried. My brother picked me up, and did what everyone knew he did best, besides swordfight. He took me near a tree and started to recite my favorite part of Drault:
"Within the moldering,
Noxious hoard,
Drault's living hand
Found the sword
Of long-dead hero
Arkule. Yune's claws
Racked her festering pile
And almost plucked out Drault's
Keen right eye.
A claw found instead
Drault's scorched shoulder.
The dragon shrieked her triumph:
'You're mine now. Mine!
Mine to burn, mine to crisp,
Mine to kill.'
She lifted Drault.
And on the upward journey
To his doom,
Drault thrust Gore-gouger
Into Yune's soft flesh
And plunged Arkule's long
And ancient sword
Into Yune's stony heart."
Charles had always been there for me. Especially when we played battle games. He had been the hero that rescued the terrified maiden, me, from danger. He would fight against gryphons, spectors, ogres, and dragons. One of the most common games we played was the Gray Death. I would go through all the stages of the Gray Death. First was the weakness, where I would crawl up the stairs and just barely lift myself onto the bed. Then, whether I had gotten onto the bed or not, I would fall asleep, the next stage. Next, I would wake up and rise to the fireplace, consumed by the fever. I'd cover my face with ashes and shiver and make my teeth chatter. Finally, I'd be close to dieing when Charles would come back with the cure, caring me to the bed, and give me the cure. Sometimes it was some elixir or a magical stone. Then, pretending like he was my hero, I'd ask him how he found the cure. He would tell me a tale of how he forced a specter or dragon or tell him where to find the cure. He would tell me how he climbed to the top of a mountain or the top of a waterfall and retrieve the elixir or stone.
One time I told Charles something that my best friend, Princess Adelina, also known as Princess Addie had told me. "Charles," I said, "Princess Addie told me how she would destroy the Gray Death if she caught it. She said that she would fight it. She would not give into what the Gray Death wished. I'm going to do the same." "I will find the cure nevertheless," Charles said, picking up his play sword and pretended to thrust it at a monster. "I will command all the specters and slay as many dragons as it will take to find the cure. Even if it's the last thing I do!" I took the fountain pen and paper I was using and sketched the poise my brother had held just then. "There," I said, holding up the sketch so my brother could see. "It's wonderful!" Charles exclaimed. "Some embroidery and paintings of that would be great! Now, if I could have a real sword."
Then I had an idea. "Charles, I'll be in the garden if you need me," I said, walking down the stairs. I opened the door and went to the bench by the old oak tree. I pulled out some cloth and sewing equipment from the hole of the tree. I sat down and started to sew a seen that showed Charles battling a flaming dragon. His blond-brown hair lay flat on his head, stuck from sweat. He was thrusting his sword at the dragon. I was thinking that this would make a wonderful birthday present for Charles next week.
As I worked on this embroidery, something flew over my head and in front of our door. He knocked on the door and then waited. I placed my embroidery back inside the tree and walked up to him, no, it. "Who, what are you?" I asked. "I am an apprentice sorcerer. My name is Liol," he said in a charming voice. He was handsome. Charles answered the door before I could speak. "Who are you?" he asked. "I'm Liol, an apprentice sorcerer. Since every king has an apprentice sorcerer training there right now, I must do my training here at a noblemen's home. Is your father home?" Liol said.
"No, our mother and father are out on a quest," Charles said.
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The Gray Death had been going around for years, no, centries, but no one I knew ever had it. My name is Evelena, but I like to be called Eve. I have been known to be the most cowardly member of my family. My older brother, now a noble night named Charles, has always protected me. Once, when I was just outside our noble home in front of Bamarre castle, I had gone near a wounded calf that I named Pix and three shapes hovered above me. They were gryphons! I sturred up a little courage and leaned myself over Pix. The gryphons started to peck at me. I cried out for help while streams of tears rolled down my face. I was only four, and I didn't know what else to do. Charles, at the time six years old, came with his play sword made from a sharp stick. He thrust it at a gryphon and stabbed it in the stomach. It shrieked in pain and flew off. The other gryphons tried to peck again, but Charles was too quick for them. He thrusted his sword several times, leaving many wounds. Finally, the gryphons flew away, blood dripping from their underbellies.
I still cried. My brother picked me up, and did what everyone knew he did best, besides swordfight. He took me near a tree and started to recite my favorite part of Drault:
"Within the moldering,
Noxious hoard,
Drault's living hand
Found the sword
Of long-dead hero
Arkule. Yune's claws
Racked her festering pile
And almost plucked out Drault's
Keen right eye.
A claw found instead
Drault's scorched shoulder.
The dragon shrieked her triumph:
'You're mine now. Mine!
Mine to burn, mine to crisp,
Mine to kill.'
She lifted Drault.
And on the upward journey
To his doom,
Drault thrust Gore-gouger
Into Yune's soft flesh
And plunged Arkule's long
And ancient sword
Into Yune's stony heart."
Charles had always been there for me. Especially when we played battle games. He had been the hero that rescued the terrified maiden, me, from danger. He would fight against gryphons, spectors, ogres, and dragons. One of the most common games we played was the Gray Death. I would go through all the stages of the Gray Death. First was the weakness, where I would crawl up the stairs and just barely lift myself onto the bed. Then, whether I had gotten onto the bed or not, I would fall asleep, the next stage. Next, I would wake up and rise to the fireplace, consumed by the fever. I'd cover my face with ashes and shiver and make my teeth chatter. Finally, I'd be close to dieing when Charles would come back with the cure, caring me to the bed, and give me the cure. Sometimes it was some elixir or a magical stone. Then, pretending like he was my hero, I'd ask him how he found the cure. He would tell me a tale of how he forced a specter or dragon or tell him where to find the cure. He would tell me how he climbed to the top of a mountain or the top of a waterfall and retrieve the elixir or stone.
One time I told Charles something that my best friend, Princess Adelina, also known as Princess Addie had told me. "Charles," I said, "Princess Addie told me how she would destroy the Gray Death if she caught it. She said that she would fight it. She would not give into what the Gray Death wished. I'm going to do the same." "I will find the cure nevertheless," Charles said, picking up his play sword and pretended to thrust it at a monster. "I will command all the specters and slay as many dragons as it will take to find the cure. Even if it's the last thing I do!" I took the fountain pen and paper I was using and sketched the poise my brother had held just then. "There," I said, holding up the sketch so my brother could see. "It's wonderful!" Charles exclaimed. "Some embroidery and paintings of that would be great! Now, if I could have a real sword."
Then I had an idea. "Charles, I'll be in the garden if you need me," I said, walking down the stairs. I opened the door and went to the bench by the old oak tree. I pulled out some cloth and sewing equipment from the hole of the tree. I sat down and started to sew a seen that showed Charles battling a flaming dragon. His blond-brown hair lay flat on his head, stuck from sweat. He was thrusting his sword at the dragon. I was thinking that this would make a wonderful birthday present for Charles next week.
As I worked on this embroidery, something flew over my head and in front of our door. He knocked on the door and then waited. I placed my embroidery back inside the tree and walked up to him, no, it. "Who, what are you?" I asked. "I am an apprentice sorcerer. My name is Liol," he said in a charming voice. He was handsome. Charles answered the door before I could speak. "Who are you?" he asked. "I'm Liol, an apprentice sorcerer. Since every king has an apprentice sorcerer training there right now, I must do my training here at a noblemen's home. Is your father home?" Liol said.
"No, our mother and father are out on a quest," Charles said.