This story is a short story for the contest Writer's Roulette. I had to use no The's in it at all. So, if you read it and catch one, please please please bring it to my attention. Suggestions for the story and grammer pointers welcome as well. Thanks!
INFLUENZA
“Stop being so naïve, Nerissa, and act in a way princesses should,” Tormuk scolded his daughter.
“Father, I am not being naïve! Just listen to me for a moment-” Nerissa began in her usual soft spoken voice.
“I am weary of your games. Just let me be,” he heavily sighed.
Tormuk leaned against a thick marble column, one of many that lined his ancient Elven palaces grand ballroom. Walls rose beside him and Nerissa that were a simple off-white color. Hundreds of small golden statues of past kings and queens sat inlaid behind each column. A platform on which sat four golden thrones faced a titanic sized set of mahogany doors. A long scarlet rug ran from one side to another of Tormuk's grand ballroom. It was an enchanting sight for anyone who had ever seen a ballroom before, and even more for those who hadn't. And it was Nerissa and Tormuk's home.
“Father, these are no games I play,” Nerissa argued quietly.
“Nerissa, Please.”
“Mother is dying and I know what can save her!”
“You say a human cure can save her from this influenza she apparently has?” Tormuk asked doubtfully.
"Yes," Nerissa said, nodding her head quickly.
Tormuk took Nerissa's shoulders in his hands and looked her straight in her eyes. She pulled back as she watched a tear fall down his cheek. Nerissa frowned, a shiver of fear running through her at seeing her father, a King of Goran, cry.
“Nerissa, I don't want her to die any more than you do. But humans aren't real and Influenza is a simple legend. Your mother has uncurable heart failure, not Influenza. Please don't break my heart any more. We can't help her and you know it. Putting all your hope in a legend won't heal your mother. I'm sorry I couldn't save her,” Tormuk spoke slowly.
“No!” Nerissa refused to listen and pulled away from her father, “Just trust me father! I know I can save her!”
“Nerissa! Be silent!” Tormuk yelled.
Nerissa cowered away from her now furious father. Tears threatened to escape their dark green sanctuaries but Nerissa would not let them. Not now, not in front of her father. She bit her lip in order to suppress herself then faced her father with all her courage. Courage that she knew she had, that she was amazed she still had even through her mothers sickness.
“Father, just give me a chance,” she begged him, fingering her sharply pointed ears.
“I can't take this anymore,” Tormuk sighed with his eyes closed.
“Please.”
“Nerissa, your mother is going to die. You can't save her, so stop trying!” Tormuk whispered as he turned away and left Nerissa alone.
Nerissa threw her head in her hands and let her tears freely flow. Slowly she fell to her knees. She couldn't just watch her mother die and she couldn't just let her father walk away. Nerissa knew that humans were real and that all legends of influenza were true. Her best friend was a young human girl, one that had found a portal that connected her world to Nerissa's. But of course Tormuk didn't know about that.
Nerissa reached into a pocket on her dress and removed a small silver capsule. She fingered it, remembering the night before when Sarah had visited her and offered her a cure for her mother. And all Nerissa's mother had to do was swallow it. Swallow a tiny silver thing. And all Nerissa had wanted to do was show it to her father, but she was too afraid. He had no faith in her, his own daughter.
Suddenly, Nerissa's eyes opened wide.
She could secretly administer Sarah's cure to her mother!
Why did she need fathers permission? Why not just go behind his back this once? She would surely lose every ounce of her fathers trust, but what is trust compared to life for her mother?
Nerissa bit her bottom lip raw as she wondered why she had never thought of this solution before. Then she realized it was because she had so wanted her father to believe in her. But since that wouldn't happen any time soon...Nerissa sighed softly as her tears ceased to flow. Uncertainty filled her every bone and muscle. Never had she lied to her father before.
What would happen after her mother returned to full health? Would Nerissa's father praise her or hate her?
Nerissa stood and smoothed her long moss green dress. Her mind had been made. She had chosen her mothers life over her fathers trust. Trust could always be earned back in time anyways. Nerissa sauntered back towards her room to wait until nightfall when she could sneak Sarah's cure to her mother.
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