"Romance in arena"

Romance In Arena

a one-act play

Prologue

Two great clans battled for decades

In the cursed kingdom Lucha del Mar

Where streams crimsoned with bloody blades

And earth reddened more near than far

The sky darkened sending flames

The sea raged breathing its out

Blood-bathed knights of great names

Devoured by worms wandering about

Years and years witnessed the clash

Brutally ripping whole families

Blood ties burned to ash

Save only one couple to release

The innocence of youth defying falsehood

Seeking to purge the evil soul

Converting hatred into brotherhood

And love stood triumphant over all

Scene I

(within the land of Darko in the palace of Dastan, the sun shines over the chamber of

Lady Verona with its glimmering beams touching her face to rise from a deep slumber)

Lady Verona:(drawing off the curtains) Good morning my lovely birds, could you

Keep a secret, (stroking a sparrow gently)I’ve dreamt the most

charming dream of my life, it Was a huge feast and I was wearing a

dazzling dress with diamonds Allover it and papa was holding my

hand escorting me to my long-Awaited husband Lovlance whose

father was smiling joyfully to us And all the guests were so happy,

even the poor(laughing), they Were collecting the decoration

flowers throwing them at us merrily

(Enters Pathos)

Pathos:Good morning my little bud

Lady Verona:oh Pathos please stop calling me little bud, I’m twenty now, you

Know, you could call me a blossomming bud(laughing) that

Would be better.

Pathos:as you wish my dear, I’m sorry if it annoys you, but (touching her

Cheek) I only call you this because you’ll always be my baby, my

Little child whom I raised by my own hands after your blessed mother

Delivered you and died instantly (sobbing).

L.Verona: NO pathos don’t cry, (patting her) I’ve never doubted this fact, you’ve

Always been my mother thanks to whom I’ve become this fine young

Woman, who knows, without your tender, sound up-bringing, I Might

Have become a…. a.harlot, oh, pardon my tongue, (a rebuking look is

Shown in pathos’s eyes) . Oh Pathos those tears are too harsh for me,

I don’t want to be a cause of sorrow to you..

Pathos: no, no darling don’t you ever say this, you were the candle to light the

darkness of my past life and still are, I can’t live without you (they

embrace passionately).

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Deanie
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Deanie wrote a review · Fri Nov 04, 2011 4:09 pm

H delicacy!

Okay, so I don't usually read plays but this was very good. I learnt a lot about the characters and understood your background. There are only a few things I think should be corrected:

Delicacy wrote: Good morning my lovely birds, could you Keep a secret,


Shouldn't there be a question mark?

And I suggest that you read through this yourself because there are quite a few places where you put caps in and the shouldn't be there. If thats a play thing and I'm wrong then just ignore me. I know almost nothing about plays!!!

But I loved the prologue and it was a very good first piece of work :)

Looking forward to reading more of your works on YWS!

Deanie x

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Delicacy Comment

thank you Larnise for such an encouragement i really need it...... it's been months since i wrote and it's really rendering me depressed so i hope the block gets out of the way so i could get back to writing.

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larnise wrote a review · Wed Nov 02, 2011 3:44 pm

Interesting, I would love to read the rest of it, if there is more. It's a very good storyline, and the wording of the characters is magnificent. Keep up the good work and try and improve the best you can. I didn't see anything wrong, but read it over and over again and you're bound to find something you don't like. It's part of improving.



You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.
— Madeleine L'Engle, A Wrinkle in Time