Post by Forever_Gone. on Dec 6, 2003 22:31:10 GMT -5
Rules: Post your short story's here. Once we have 4 entrees we will begin.
Short Story Title: Not named yet...
Short Explanation: I havn't finished this short story completely, but it is at a point where it could be finished if it needed to be.
In the kingdom of Rivika, inside the vast Forest of Layer, there stood a small hut of stone walls neatly wedged together with a lazily thatched roof. Inside, a girl sat at a wood desk staring intently at a paper and tapping a quill pen on her desk, frustrated.
The girl was Dahlia, a noble young woman born among a tribe of mystical people called the Keelty. Keelty meant “from the woods” or “The Forest People”. They had lived there since the shallow oceans had slowly moved east and left a lush, fertile environment behind where vegetation had quickly grown.
Dahlia lived there with her younger brother, Nodin. Her parents had secretively slipped away from the tribe many years ago and had not yet come back. Dahlia was not sure if her brother remembered them at times because he was only in his fifth year of age. She asked him questions related to their parents that she thought were obvious, but he was never sure in responding to them.
A loud rap on the door disturbed Dahlia from her thoughts. She uncertainly walked to the door and put her ear against it to recognize any habits of people she knew. She listened carefully to the muffled sounds and noticed the noise of someone shuffling their feet nervously.
Not recognizing the person’s action she warily unlatched the door to reveal a young man of about her age. His hair was dark brown and neatly cropped short. He looked at her, showing blue eyes that seemed to be taken from the depths of the ocean.
He seemed out of place with his clothing. While Dahlia wore light clothing for the heat of the forest, he wore thick leggings with chinos and a long tunic. His forehead was beaded with sweat.
“Dahlia Faunus?”
She nodded and began to step out into the open.
“I have come in behalf of the King and Queen, or your parents as you will know them as.”
Dahlia stopped where she was at and gave the gentleman a look of disbelief. “That isn’t possible. I think you have mistaken me for someone else.”
The young man shook his head. “No, I am not mistaken. Chances are you do not remember your parents. They have been leaders of this kingdom for a long while. I feel the explanations behind this should come from your parents themselves.” He removed a sealed envelop from his tunic and handed it to Dahlia.
She opened it carefully, as not to rip the message inside.
Dahlia and Reid Faunus:
As the heirs to the thrown of Rivika, we are calling on both of you to come forward and except your position among the noble people. You have been hidden from society in hopes that if anything would happen to the current King and Queen, we would still have the inheritor’s to replace the thrown. In the safest of all times, we feel that it is time to bring you forward to take your rightful places.
In bringing you back to your homeland we have sent not only a messenger, but an escort to lead you here.
Best wishes in your journey home,
The Royal Family
Dahlia bitterly looked back into the ocean-eyes of the messenger.
“Why is it that we have not known about our royalty?” she asked sharply.
The messenger looked back at her surprised, and then hid his look with irritation. “It is not my place to say.” He began walking away. “Be prepared to leave by morning with your brother. Then leave to the riverside where we will set out.” With that, he walked the rest of the way to the village.
Dahlia watched him until she could see him no longer in the thick jungle that stood between them. She then went back into the cottage and worked on finishing her paper. She wasn’t about to give up on it when she had been working on it all day. The packing would come later when her brother came home from his schooling.
The next morning Dahlia and her brother hauled all of their things through the doorway and piled them on the dirt ground. She plopped down onto the mass of things.
We may not even need these things now that we’re royal… she thought sarcastically.
“Where are we going anyways?” Her little brother asked picking up one of the bags.
“To Taswa.” She answered, standing up to grab some bags.
“Where’s that?”
“North from here. It’s the ‘Great City’… where the King and Queen live.”
“But why are we going there? We live here Dahlia.”
Dahlia shook her head then urged her brother to carry the remaining bags. She then began the walk to the river side, leaving her past, friends, and home behind.
Short Story Title: Not named yet...
Short Explanation: I havn't finished this short story completely, but it is at a point where it could be finished if it needed to be.
In the kingdom of Rivika, inside the vast Forest of Layer, there stood a small hut of stone walls neatly wedged together with a lazily thatched roof. Inside, a girl sat at a wood desk staring intently at a paper and tapping a quill pen on her desk, frustrated.
The girl was Dahlia, a noble young woman born among a tribe of mystical people called the Keelty. Keelty meant “from the woods” or “The Forest People”. They had lived there since the shallow oceans had slowly moved east and left a lush, fertile environment behind where vegetation had quickly grown.
Dahlia lived there with her younger brother, Nodin. Her parents had secretively slipped away from the tribe many years ago and had not yet come back. Dahlia was not sure if her brother remembered them at times because he was only in his fifth year of age. She asked him questions related to their parents that she thought were obvious, but he was never sure in responding to them.
A loud rap on the door disturbed Dahlia from her thoughts. She uncertainly walked to the door and put her ear against it to recognize any habits of people she knew. She listened carefully to the muffled sounds and noticed the noise of someone shuffling their feet nervously.
Not recognizing the person’s action she warily unlatched the door to reveal a young man of about her age. His hair was dark brown and neatly cropped short. He looked at her, showing blue eyes that seemed to be taken from the depths of the ocean.
He seemed out of place with his clothing. While Dahlia wore light clothing for the heat of the forest, he wore thick leggings with chinos and a long tunic. His forehead was beaded with sweat.
“Dahlia Faunus?”
She nodded and began to step out into the open.
“I have come in behalf of the King and Queen, or your parents as you will know them as.”
Dahlia stopped where she was at and gave the gentleman a look of disbelief. “That isn’t possible. I think you have mistaken me for someone else.”
The young man shook his head. “No, I am not mistaken. Chances are you do not remember your parents. They have been leaders of this kingdom for a long while. I feel the explanations behind this should come from your parents themselves.” He removed a sealed envelop from his tunic and handed it to Dahlia.
She opened it carefully, as not to rip the message inside.
Dahlia and Reid Faunus:
As the heirs to the thrown of Rivika, we are calling on both of you to come forward and except your position among the noble people. You have been hidden from society in hopes that if anything would happen to the current King and Queen, we would still have the inheritor’s to replace the thrown. In the safest of all times, we feel that it is time to bring you forward to take your rightful places.
In bringing you back to your homeland we have sent not only a messenger, but an escort to lead you here.
Best wishes in your journey home,
The Royal Family
Dahlia bitterly looked back into the ocean-eyes of the messenger.
“Why is it that we have not known about our royalty?” she asked sharply.
The messenger looked back at her surprised, and then hid his look with irritation. “It is not my place to say.” He began walking away. “Be prepared to leave by morning with your brother. Then leave to the riverside where we will set out.” With that, he walked the rest of the way to the village.
Dahlia watched him until she could see him no longer in the thick jungle that stood between them. She then went back into the cottage and worked on finishing her paper. She wasn’t about to give up on it when she had been working on it all day. The packing would come later when her brother came home from his schooling.
The next morning Dahlia and her brother hauled all of their things through the doorway and piled them on the dirt ground. She plopped down onto the mass of things.
We may not even need these things now that we’re royal… she thought sarcastically.
“Where are we going anyways?” Her little brother asked picking up one of the bags.
“To Taswa.” She answered, standing up to grab some bags.
“Where’s that?”
“North from here. It’s the ‘Great City’… where the King and Queen live.”
“But why are we going there? We live here Dahlia.”
Dahlia shook her head then urged her brother to carry the remaining bags. She then began the walk to the river side, leaving her past, friends, and home behind.
To be continued...
