daisyfrost
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OK I know I've been gone for like EVER--does anybody remember me?
? Well anyways I finally wrote something that I could finish that I enjoyed and I think it's time for me to update my profile a little
Here's a short story I recently wrote. It's a bit childish but I hope you like it anyway.
~*Aspire*~
There was a newly crowned queen, Alexia was her name; and she lived in a cloud castle which had a tendency to float above a particular land, and above most storms.
“Ah, I like this,” she told herself, settling into her throne. It was solid glass and had perfectly preserved flowers shut inside. She’d just become comfortable enough to listen to the silence in the room, when she heard urgent footsteps. A moment later, the doors burst open loudly and a flabbergasted looking servant stood staring, and panting, and clutching at his vest for comfort, in the doorway. Alexia said,
“My goodness, what in the sky has happened so early upon my encrownment that makes you look so…um, amazed, for lack of better words?” she sat up straight and grabbed her glass armrests.
“What the news is…is truly extraordinary. You’re never going to believe it.”
“Don’t waste your breath, man, tell me now!” she raised her voice, feeling excited.
“Well…” the little man-fairy said, as he stepped closer “let me catch my breath.” In a minute, he told the impatient young queen his fantastic message.
“A human being has somehow, um, invented some…device, which he’s shot up in the air and latched onto the clouds, the solid part of our floating island.” Alexia was at a loss for words. She stared openmouthed and oh, how she gripped the armrests. “And he’s here,” the servant added.
“And he’s here,” she echoed. “And nobody has had the sense to push him off?”
“Well he’s quite large, your highness, much bigger than the humans look from our view. We were too afraid. And besides, um, isn’t that murder?” Alexia ignored his question.
She said, “I must see him for myself. Bring me. Now.”
“Follow me,” he said hastily, and led her outside through the fields, to the very spot.
“Introducing Queen Alexia of the sky fairies,” the servant announced suddenly. Queen Alexia looked up, up, up, to the face of the beast intruding on her home.
“Hello,” the human spoke, smiling down at her, bowing.
“AAAAAAAH!!!” she screamed. He blinked, and his smile faded off.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I don’t mean to scare you. My name’s Krugan.”
“Krugan,” the queen addressed him, gathering herself, who do you think you are invading my divine serenity?” she flew up so that she was about level with his face. “Hmm?”
“I am an inventor, an explorer, and an investigator,” he answered proudly, smiling again.
“Well what’s your motive for being here?” she snapped.
“I would love to make an alliance between our people,” he told her. “A treaty, signed with jewels.”
Until that moment the queen had wished only to be rid of the tall, frightening man; but when she heard the word “jewels,” her ears pricked up, her eyes lifted to meet his, and the gears in her mind began turning about in a different direction entirely.
~**~
The queen’s expression changed.
“Jewels?” she asked, blinking her large green eyes. “Of what sort?”
“Pearls,” he answered, trying to make them sound richer than they really were. Under this sky-island, where he lived on the ground, his home and village surrounded a bay where pearls were quite common. Some people didn’t even consider them real gems—they were of such small value compared to emeralds, sapphires, or amethysts.
“I have heard of pearls,” Alexia said. “That offer appeals to me. Come back tomorrow at sunset with the leader of your village and twenty pearls—and I’ll compose a written pledge for you to sign, if my answer is yes. Our gift in return for the pearls will be…well, I’m not sure what, but something good. We’ll find something valuable. Sound fair enough?”
“Yes, I’ll be honored to return here tomorrow under those conditions.” Krugan bowed low. “See you later, highness,” he said with a wink, and a beguiling smile. Then, to the fairies’ utter surprise, he stepped backward off the cloudy rim of the island and fell down. Queen Alexia gasped and all the fairies there fluttered over to see. Krugan was falling, falling—with no wings.
“What on earth is he doing?” Alexia asked. “He will be broken by the impact of the ground, surely!”
They watched. He fell, he fell, and when he was quite close to the ground a large piece of cloth came out of his backpack and made a big air bubble. He floated slowly the rest of the way, and when he landed, his air bubble deflated and fell around him.
“Miraculous,” the fairies murmured. “That man can make a cure for anything.” In their minds, creatures without wings were crippled and unfortunate. So Krugan’s air pocket looked to them like a replacement, a way to fix his disability to fly.
“Thank goodness he wants to be friends with us,” the queen said. “Who knows what he’ll pull out of his backpack next.”
~**~
Romnik was minding his own business, whistling while he harvested wild mushrooms. But then, out of nowhere, a pair of leather-clad feet landed in front of him and a parachute fell over his face.
“Hey, Krugan,” he said. “I saw you latch your gadget up to the sky earlier, so did half the village—so tell me, what were you doing up there?” a hand flew out and shoved off the fabric until a man stood there, and he said,
“Aaah, my unimaginative brother…you just met your first fairy-charmer.” Krugan grinned. “Not only am I the first human to see them face to face, but I actually spoke to their queen, and she wants to make an alliance with our village! How cool is that, right? Right?”
“Uh,” Romnik said, “Maybe—”
“I know what you’re gonna say. I should have asked Banjon first. But what a surprise it’ll be when fairies start coming back and sprucing up the landscape, eh?”
“Well. How do you know they’re gonna do that, when they’re just sky fairies, and they probably don’t trust you yet enough to move right in?”
“Bah! You always think my ideas are dumb. But you’ll see. Just look how successful my last invention was—” he pulled out the claw he’d shot up earlier. It looked like a spiky gun with fingers attached to a harness. “It’s perfectly functional. Just like this plan of mine is.”
“Hmph. Well just don’t expect me to give you any help.”
“Don’t expect me to come begging for any,” Krugan said, and they departed.
~**~
“Awe, come on, please? I seriously need a hand or two—really, it’s kinda important!”
“Rrrr, why couldn’t you have asked me earlier?” it was midnight. Romnik was looking out the window of his bedroom, down at his brother, who had indeed come begging for help. “I want to go to sleep. Everyone else in the village is asleep. Even my wife is asleep. Why can’t I be asleep?” He turned his head and stared enviously at her—flopped over and snoring like a bear.
“Right…sorry about that. But here’s the thing: I’m looking for pearls, right? But twenty pearls is a hard job, and at night too, all alone in the bay without any help! Not to mention, I’m horrible at finding things.”
“No kidding? Well you know what I’m not so good at? Saying no. I’ll help you a little, you sad little mooch. But next time, pick a more reasonable hour.”
“Thanks bro, this means a lot!”
“Just get your butt in the water.” Romnik pulled off his shirt and dove right out of his window, into the mouth of the river Krugan was bobbing in, and together they swam into the bay.
...I'll post the rest soon
? Well anyways I finally wrote something that I could finish that I enjoyed and I think it's time for me to update my profile a littleHere's a short story I recently wrote. It's a bit childish but I hope you like it anyway.
~*Aspire*~
There was a newly crowned queen, Alexia was her name; and she lived in a cloud castle which had a tendency to float above a particular land, and above most storms.
“Ah, I like this,” she told herself, settling into her throne. It was solid glass and had perfectly preserved flowers shut inside. She’d just become comfortable enough to listen to the silence in the room, when she heard urgent footsteps. A moment later, the doors burst open loudly and a flabbergasted looking servant stood staring, and panting, and clutching at his vest for comfort, in the doorway. Alexia said,
“My goodness, what in the sky has happened so early upon my encrownment that makes you look so…um, amazed, for lack of better words?” she sat up straight and grabbed her glass armrests.
“What the news is…is truly extraordinary. You’re never going to believe it.”
“Don’t waste your breath, man, tell me now!” she raised her voice, feeling excited.
“Well…” the little man-fairy said, as he stepped closer “let me catch my breath.” In a minute, he told the impatient young queen his fantastic message.
“A human being has somehow, um, invented some…device, which he’s shot up in the air and latched onto the clouds, the solid part of our floating island.” Alexia was at a loss for words. She stared openmouthed and oh, how she gripped the armrests. “And he’s here,” the servant added.
“And he’s here,” she echoed. “And nobody has had the sense to push him off?”
“Well he’s quite large, your highness, much bigger than the humans look from our view. We were too afraid. And besides, um, isn’t that murder?” Alexia ignored his question.
She said, “I must see him for myself. Bring me. Now.”
“Follow me,” he said hastily, and led her outside through the fields, to the very spot.
“Introducing Queen Alexia of the sky fairies,” the servant announced suddenly. Queen Alexia looked up, up, up, to the face of the beast intruding on her home.
“Hello,” the human spoke, smiling down at her, bowing.
“AAAAAAAH!!!” she screamed. He blinked, and his smile faded off.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I don’t mean to scare you. My name’s Krugan.”
“Krugan,” the queen addressed him, gathering herself, who do you think you are invading my divine serenity?” she flew up so that she was about level with his face. “Hmm?”
“I am an inventor, an explorer, and an investigator,” he answered proudly, smiling again.
“Well what’s your motive for being here?” she snapped.
“I would love to make an alliance between our people,” he told her. “A treaty, signed with jewels.”
Until that moment the queen had wished only to be rid of the tall, frightening man; but when she heard the word “jewels,” her ears pricked up, her eyes lifted to meet his, and the gears in her mind began turning about in a different direction entirely.
~**~
The queen’s expression changed.
“Jewels?” she asked, blinking her large green eyes. “Of what sort?”
“Pearls,” he answered, trying to make them sound richer than they really were. Under this sky-island, where he lived on the ground, his home and village surrounded a bay where pearls were quite common. Some people didn’t even consider them real gems—they were of such small value compared to emeralds, sapphires, or amethysts.
“I have heard of pearls,” Alexia said. “That offer appeals to me. Come back tomorrow at sunset with the leader of your village and twenty pearls—and I’ll compose a written pledge for you to sign, if my answer is yes. Our gift in return for the pearls will be…well, I’m not sure what, but something good. We’ll find something valuable. Sound fair enough?”
“Yes, I’ll be honored to return here tomorrow under those conditions.” Krugan bowed low. “See you later, highness,” he said with a wink, and a beguiling smile. Then, to the fairies’ utter surprise, he stepped backward off the cloudy rim of the island and fell down. Queen Alexia gasped and all the fairies there fluttered over to see. Krugan was falling, falling—with no wings.
“What on earth is he doing?” Alexia asked. “He will be broken by the impact of the ground, surely!”
They watched. He fell, he fell, and when he was quite close to the ground a large piece of cloth came out of his backpack and made a big air bubble. He floated slowly the rest of the way, and when he landed, his air bubble deflated and fell around him.
“Miraculous,” the fairies murmured. “That man can make a cure for anything.” In their minds, creatures without wings were crippled and unfortunate. So Krugan’s air pocket looked to them like a replacement, a way to fix his disability to fly.
“Thank goodness he wants to be friends with us,” the queen said. “Who knows what he’ll pull out of his backpack next.”
~**~
Romnik was minding his own business, whistling while he harvested wild mushrooms. But then, out of nowhere, a pair of leather-clad feet landed in front of him and a parachute fell over his face.
“Hey, Krugan,” he said. “I saw you latch your gadget up to the sky earlier, so did half the village—so tell me, what were you doing up there?” a hand flew out and shoved off the fabric until a man stood there, and he said,
“Aaah, my unimaginative brother…you just met your first fairy-charmer.” Krugan grinned. “Not only am I the first human to see them face to face, but I actually spoke to their queen, and she wants to make an alliance with our village! How cool is that, right? Right?”
“Uh,” Romnik said, “Maybe—”
“I know what you’re gonna say. I should have asked Banjon first. But what a surprise it’ll be when fairies start coming back and sprucing up the landscape, eh?”
“Well. How do you know they’re gonna do that, when they’re just sky fairies, and they probably don’t trust you yet enough to move right in?”
“Bah! You always think my ideas are dumb. But you’ll see. Just look how successful my last invention was—” he pulled out the claw he’d shot up earlier. It looked like a spiky gun with fingers attached to a harness. “It’s perfectly functional. Just like this plan of mine is.”
“Hmph. Well just don’t expect me to give you any help.”
“Don’t expect me to come begging for any,” Krugan said, and they departed.
~**~
“Awe, come on, please? I seriously need a hand or two—really, it’s kinda important!”
“Rrrr, why couldn’t you have asked me earlier?” it was midnight. Romnik was looking out the window of his bedroom, down at his brother, who had indeed come begging for help. “I want to go to sleep. Everyone else in the village is asleep. Even my wife is asleep. Why can’t I be asleep?” He turned his head and stared enviously at her—flopped over and snoring like a bear.
“Right…sorry about that. But here’s the thing: I’m looking for pearls, right? But twenty pearls is a hard job, and at night too, all alone in the bay without any help! Not to mention, I’m horrible at finding things.”
“No kidding? Well you know what I’m not so good at? Saying no. I’ll help you a little, you sad little mooch. But next time, pick a more reasonable hour.”
“Thanks bro, this means a lot!”
“Just get your butt in the water.” Romnik pulled off his shirt and dove right out of his window, into the mouth of the river Krugan was bobbing in, and together they swam into the bay.
...I'll post the rest soon
