I looked over my family. What a strange one. My mother, a heartless evil doer, with a nasty personality, the opposite of her appearance, unless you count her always scowl or evil smile, willing to destroy and kill all, so long as she gets some gain. My father, the one who hates to waste, will spare all he can, even the other side, so long as they can be slaves. My sister, who may be strong, but is far to trusting and kind, strong may be her shell, but she is to weak inside. And then there is me, the rebel, the leader, the cockiest in the land, as my father says. We were one odd match. I hated them all.
'Father. Oh please remind me why we must be here," I said.
"Well my son." the word son seemed to stick in his throat, like it was a compliment he hated to give me. "We are here to look over my army, the one that shall be your soon." Again, he seemed to struggle to say the words. "And so, you need to see them."
"I have seen them enough father." I did the same throat stick with the word father. My dad shot me a look, and I shrugged it off. "What is the real reason?"
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I stared at my family, and it was a strange one indeed.
I loved my family a lot, but wished we could be closer.
The way my father always said, "Son or daughter." to my brother and I was obvious to even a stranger, that he had to force it out.
'Father. Oh please remind me why we must be here," My brother, Siry, asked.
"Well my son."
"We are here to look over my army, the one that shall be your soon."
"And so, you need to see them."
"I have seen them enough father." He replied back.
Bad move.
My father shot him a look of pure hatered.
I looked over at my mom.
She was...well evil.
She never really love my brother and I...never.
After giving birth to us, she was just too busy in finding things that would help her.
I was suprised I didn't turn out like the rest of my family....cold and heartless.
Sometimes it was horrible though.
My family expected me to be able to kill off even a friend, if it was for their gain.
I was a stong fighter, but I was unable to hurt those that I loved.
I was too weak, which made me angry often.
I look over at my father, waiting for his reply.
I stood with my husband and children. I kept my face epressionless and unreadable. As always.
Siry was speaking to his father as if he were a mere servant. I wanted to lodge a knife into his royal, arrogant chest. So long as he never spoke to me that way, he would never face a death such as that.
My daughter, my girl Nova stood behind Siry. I smiled. She was so much like myself. Beautiful, slender, elegant, and almost completely unreadable. Almost. She wasn't yet good enough to hide her thoughts, or her intentions from me. Not yet anyway.
My long curly black hair moved in the slight breeze making me look highly dangerous and beautiful. I inclined my head, giving a view of my regal, snow white neck. I loved the way I automatically ended conversation. How I gave off a sense of power. Everyone stared at me, giving me their full attention. I could see it in thier eyes, I was frightening. Good.
"Dearest daughter," I smiled to her. "I haven't yet heard from you today. Tell me, how are you my dear?"
Her eyes automatically shielded themselves from my keen eyes. She was trying to hide her emotions...and thoughts. She was getting better. Maybe I would kill her soon. Yet maybe I should let her live. She was beautiful. I could ship her off to an Arrat son. It could be a peace offering and then we could attack. They would be unaware and we would win.
I tried to listen to my daughter as she spoke but my mind wandered. Oh the opportunities! I would be rid of my little slut of a daughter and Siry would be taught to be brave and evil. He could be powerful. Not like my daughter. She was weak and she was...good. I sighed a little. Too bad that would be her downfall. She, too, could have ruled with Siry once I died. I needed someone to rule eventually. I looked at my husband. His heart was too soft. I had hardened it over the years, but he would always have a little good in there. It appears that I must work alone.
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
"Dearest daughter," My mother said smiling. "I haven't yet heard from you today. Tell me, how are you my dear?"
I quickly looked away from my mother's eyes.
I was unable to hide my feelings from her.
"F-fine." I stammered.
"Hmm...you don't look fine." She purred.
Than she softly grabbed my hand.
I wanted to yank my hand away, but it would make her mad.
Her sharp nails dug into my skin.
"Tell me." She said, her teeth gritted.
"What are you thinking?" she asked again.
Under the pressure of the pain I blurted, "I don't want to be here."
She let go of my hand.
"Oh, God. Why such horrible children? Neither does your brother." She said.
My brother looked up, anger in his eyes.
He hated being mocked, espcially by my mother.
We both hated her.
End of story.
I hated my whole entire family really.
My dad for being afraid of my mom.
My mom for being...not a real mother.
And my brother for never being a good enough brother.
"Come, let us go." Said my father.
"How did I get put on the dark side?" I thought.
I smiled at the servant, a bounce in my step. Knowing Berend was rolling his eyes from behind, I spun around and stuck out my tounge at him. He knew how nervous I was around people I didn't know; nervousness made me hyper. Hyperness made me happy, like a dog, believe it or not.
I turned around and, speaking of dogs, the dog from before raised his head from the floor, his tounge lolling out happily. From what I gotten from him, he was extrememly loyal, like most canines, and he would do anything for his master. Which said a lot for the King's character. Animals had a sense that we humans seemed to lack. This is why, putting aside few exceptions, I perfered the company of animals. I could trust them more.
Winking at the dog, who's name I still hadn't learned, I turned to his master and waited for his answer.
"What are you doing?"
"I've got paint and rollers...water sking"~The Philanthropist
Being in the city was always more comforting to Jae. Well, pretty much being anywhere outside of the castle was comforting to Jae.
Jae spent most of the day wandering the crowded streets of the city. She was happy with just walking around unnoticed. No one placed her as the princess when she was out of her regal attire.
Jae sat by a fountain and stared into the water. She saw herself reflected there, smiling, the blue designs she drew on her swirled around her eyes.
"Princess!" a loud voice shouted across the square.
"Oh great." Jae muttered. She stood and started walking quickly away from the square.
"Princess!" the voice yelled again. "Stop right there!"
Jae started running. The heavy footsteps of the castle's guard stormed through the crowd behind her. As Jae ran past a barrel of water she waved her hand back behind her. The guards shouted in annoyance when the water hit them, but it didn't hinder thier pursuit.
Jae jogged to a stop. "I really wish my element could be more concrete." she muttered. Jae waited patiently for the guards to catch up and reprimand her. They grabbed her a little roughly by the arms and escorted her back to the castle.
"Did my parents actually miss me and send you? Or did my brothers rat me out?" Jae asked.
The guards didn't respond. Oh well, I suppose I'll find out soon enough.
**Way to put me on the spot guys. xD
I just got back from camping, just thought to let you all know.
King Paian
He stared hard at her, as her beautiful face looked forward, chin lifted showing her authority. The decision was made, but it truly was not in her character. She was not the kind of person to do this kind of thing. He watched as her mouth drew into a harder line as the door slid open, the servant leading the three back in. Taking a quick glance at his dog Grim, who seemed to be not at all alarmed by their presence. They were making the right decision.
"We have thought this over, and have both," King Paian hesitated, "agreed that we would appreciate your help in this war." His tone was light, yet it demanded power. He would not let these three get the idea that they will get the chance to throw him off the throne. "Vashhan, I need you to get the children so that they will meet our new allies." He gestured to the servant with a swish of his hand. The servant named Vashhan snapped to his attention and scurried out of the meeting room.
'We thank you kind King." The female in the middle spoke. There seemed to be some edge of knowledge in her voice.
"Do not think, just because we have accepted your offer, that you shall be trusted." The Queen spoke sharply. Obviously she wished they they would not be here, that they had sent them on their way.
"It is a precaution." King Paian added lightly with a nod of his head. "We do not know much about you and your people."
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~Incognito
'Everyone is entitled to be stupid, some just abuse the priviledge.'
"Do you have something to add?" the queen asked sharply, sending a steely glare towards him. Eosa tensed up and Machiko looked at him. He just shrugged.
"Nothing at all."
The queen did not seemed satisfied, but her husband placed a hand on her arm. This new alliance was not going to turn out very well. Just a feeling in my gut.
The royal children walked in then, at least most of them. The sole princess was escorted a little too roughly by two large soldiers. They all stared at us then to their parents and then back to us. The youngest prince's head did not move though. It stayed locked on me threw the entire silence. I saw all of this from my peripheral vision. The silence needed to be broken.
"When will we teach, King?" I asked.
He sat for a moment and thought. He looked to his wife as he asked, "Tomorrow morning, my queen?" She gave a curt nod, and he turned back to us. "Tomorrow in the court yard. What do you wish to teach first?"
"I will work with the Spirit and Moon deities first since they work differently than the four core elements of Water, Fire, Earth, and Air. Then I will teach the others after noon. We will need targets and much room to work with. I do not want anyone to be hurt from an accident."
The queen eyed me and spoke, "You will definitely not be left alone with them. We accept your help, but we do not trust you and your strange ways!"
"Understood. I am just asking for the soldiers to stand farther back since I will be teaching difficult work, and it will try their control."
The king then introduced me to his children, and each male bowed. The daughter looked pained as she curtsied. We were then dismissed. Berend, Michiko, and I step up a large tent in the courtyard as the stars began to show in the night sky.
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Was that okay?
MJ
Writing once a day keeps the voices away, and I've created a blog all about it: Daily Dose. ...and I'm now trying to create a user group based on the idea! Tell me if you're interested!
The new allies were fascinating to Jae. She couldn't help but stare at them. She felt a disapproving gaze from her mother when she caught her doing this, she was often on Jae about her lack of lady like qualities.
One of the females started speaking about training. Jae hoped she meant she would be training her and her brothers. But she probably meant she would be doing something about their good-for-nothing army.
The guards finally let Jae go after the allies had left the room. "Why thank you for being so kind boys."she smiled fakely as they left the room.
"So which one of you ratted me out." Jae shot at her brothers.
"Not me. It was Raleigh," I said. Jae looked angry. "Why are you so mad? You get that at least once a week. Aren't you used to it?"
"Yeah. But it doesn't mean it doesn't suck," Jae shot at me.
"Hey. Just saying," I told her. "And don't be mad at Ral. He only does it because he cares about your safety."
Jae muttered something. I left my siblings, and went to our new teachers.
"So. What will you be teaching us?" I asked
"Better control. And power," the one who talked the most answered.
"Okay. Any more on specifics?" I asked.
"Wait and find out," She said.
I took off, but turned last minute. "Hey whats your name anyway?"
"Eosa. You?" She asked.
"Zarin. But call me Z. And Eosa. Be ready to face hell tomorrow. My sister is...well let's just say riled up is an understatement." I left on those words.
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"Jae," he looked down on his daughter amused as she accused her brother. "They did not 'rat you out'. I wished you to be here. Mind, I do not approve of the garments you are wearing." He eyed her half-shirt accusingly. "That is not how a--"
"I know, 'how a princess should be dressed'. But those dresses and bodices make me feel like a stiff neck." She spoke to her father, who just smiled lightly at her back. She was spirited, just like her mother. That truly was the reason why he married her, she moreover married him for the throne. That was all that truly mattered. Gold and title. Sometimes he wished he had indeed married for love, but there was nothing he could truly do about it anymore.
"They make you look like a proper lady." The queen scowled looking down on her daughter as if she was disgusting. "Those garments your are wearing cannot even be called clothing. You seem to be resembling one of those skanks you can find on every street corner."
A slight laugh could be heard from one of the brothers. King Paian looked at them warily and turned back to his daughter. "I would like to request that you return to your quarters and get proper clothes on. I believe I have to agree with the queen and say that is not appropriate wear for a princess."
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~Incognito
'Everyone is entitled to be stupid, some just abuse the priviledge.'
To be a master of metaphor is the greatest thing by far. It is the one thing that cannot be learnt from others, and it is also a sign of genius. — Aristotle, Poetics
