Short Story

This time the subject that was being accused was his lover. The young boy had two doors to choose from, behind one awaited a young beautiful maiden that he would be set to marry if that were to be his fate, however behind another door was a hungry tiger that he would suffer at the claws of if he were to pick it. The king had arranged this entire sick and twisted affair, a quote from the short story states that “It mattered not that he already possesses a wife and family, or that his affections might be engaged upon another object of his own selection; the king allowed no such subordinate arrangements to interfere with his great scheme of retribution and reward”. The princess knew this which in turn unsettled her for she loved him with an ardor that had enough barbarism to make to extremely warm and strong. The fact that her personality was depicted as being semi barbaric and that her love for him had barbarism in it is a hint that the princess would subject her lover to death than see him with another woman.

At night, the queen’s Hirdin—her elite guard—dragged people from their homes, accused them of disloyalty, and took them to the castle tower. Screams of anguish were heard day and

"Long ago, their was an attack on this city. Many nobles, and townspeople lost their lives, defending their king. The city itself was greatly damaged in the battle. Some thought it was beyond repair. but just when we were about to lose hope, we received help from another kingdom we never even knew existed. They rode on great winged horses, and they wore glowing armor, that shined like the sun. They repaired our city in return for a promise. That we hide the castle using their implanted cloaking device, and never speak a word of it's existence to anyone, except someone by the name of Adenine."

She ran, her breath coming in gasps. Just a few more steps. Tears fell freely, blurring her vision, but that did not matter she still remembered the way. The worn rock steps had been a comfort to her when she was a child. Now they pierced her bare feet cutting into her skin as broken as she felt. The destination was a place she had once called her own. The maids had told her that the kingdom was guarded by magic to keep away anyone who tried harm to the royal family. She refused to believe them of course, magic was long dead in her

As the trumpets sounded further back, Reina’s mare panicked again. The petite woman, guided her horse from the main footpath to allow the latest arrived party through. She certainly thought the trumpets were overkill, but as the voice announced the King had arrived, the entrance became more memorable rather than an annoyance. She gently ran her fingers against the mare’s face, soothing the animal. Her eyes however remained on the knights and the royalty. She sighed quietly, her father forbid her from hearing princess stories as she was growing up. Instead Reina was forced to read the stories herself, hiding the books from her parents. She had always wondered what life would be like living in a castle.

In the dark of morning, just before the sun started to rise, King Goddric looked out on the fields of the north. His kingdom was vast and beautiful. Memories of his long years came like sparks from a fire to give light to his dark mood. His foul mood wasn't something that overtook him occasionally, this was the deep sadness born from time. In his years as king his choices were not easy. They have caused his kin to turn against him. For what seemed like the millionth time in the last 15 years, he wondered if he was doing the right thing. Yes, most of the girls he brought here proved that they could be bonded to his people. Yes, they gave him both joy and pride at all they have learned and all they can do. But, was it enough? Goddric thought of the first king of the elves. He was too young a king for his time. He had made hard choices like himself.

Knowing you have a mate gives you a strange type of high. You know you'll never be able to hold him, or love him or even admire him from afar without getting slander from the whole pack and yet, you still somehow find yourself hoping that maybe this is the moment when you finally break out of the prison of an isolated life.

So i set myself for the travel. I packed food, water, tents, weapons, and armor. It took three days and two nights. To get to the castle on top of Mount. Kimmopalisis. I reached the castle doors. I could hear anger roar past through those doors. The fear of innocent souls inside. I knocked down the castle doors. Drawing my sword I jump and made a nice incision in Queen Merlesa dragon. A black mist started to form out of this creature. Screaming and aching noises followed as the mist went into the nothingness. I could feel the spring warmth as i walked outside to get a look. I took a deep breath and said, “Now I am the Queen and this is my Kingdom of Simra. I shall treat my people with the kindness and equality as they

Shortly thereafter, he went over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “We’ve done enough today. You should rest.”

“You look stunning,” I say, and I really do mean it. She politely thanks me, and walked back into our bathroom to apply more makeup. I pick up my watch from the bed and place it on my wrist.

During our journey back to the heart of the Arrance kingdom all I think about was queen Jocelyn. She had never had a very strong will and would cry when faced with any form of difficulty and confusion. Above all her faults Jocelyn truly loved Anthony his death would leave an unmeasurable sized hole in her heart. A hole I was sure nothing except ignorance and time could allow her to ignore. On the second day of our journey I knew Jocelyn had to have read the letter by now. The queen was probably sitting on the floor of her bed chambers

shortly, and pass across the garden. '' may i? '' he asked pointing to an

Devoid of movement or light, the cockpit's only hint of life was the insistent hum and faint bio-chemical stink within.

"I don 't have a choice." Zula tugged at the sleeve of the gown she

Her long, dark, hair was put in two braids with thousands of flyaway pieces. Arden almost didn’t notice when a large group of palace guards rode their horses to the dancing arena. She backed her way through the crowd. The rhythm stopped as abruptly as the soldier’s arrival.