SusanTheGentleHornblower
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I am writing a book that's part of a 7 book series that I hope to publish someday. I shall attempt to write my ideas down here. Hope you enjoy!
He opened the tall, stone doors. The table ahead of him was surrounded by straight-back chairs, and at the end of the table was the tallest chair. His chair. He stood in the doorway, neither moving nor speaking. This room was full of so much memory, both good and bad. Now he was summoned once again, to deal with more pain. And this was only the beginning...
~*~
She looked out the window as the sun was rising steadily over the sea. The wind blew all around her through the open window, brining in the freshly fallen leaves that the start of the autumn had begun to drop. The leaves swirled around in the room like a dancer swaying to music, and then, as suddenly as the leaves had come, they took their leave out the other window, back into the open air. Except one. It rested on the sill of the window, teetering on the edge. She walked over to that window and picked up the leaf. It was still soft, and as red as fire. She turned it over slowly in her hands, admiring its perfection. Impulse took her over to the table in the middle of the room, where she picked up a pen and started to write on the leaf.
Finishing her writing, she got up and went back over to the window where she threw the leaf out the window, where the wind picked it up once again. Smiling, she watched as it floated south and out of site.
THE KING'S COUNCIL
Once, there was a young king whose name was Alik. He was a good king, fair and just in all he did. He never thought of himself first, but of his people. He was both wise and discerning, so that he was called King Alik the Understanding. Lancadia was the expansive and diverse land that he ruled. There were deep forests filled with game, and tall mountains with little streams running down their sides till they all came together and formed the swift Abana River. Troubles seemed scarce and joy abounded in this land, and all lived in peace.
Or so it had been. For over the looming mountains int eh West there was an enemy rising, and he was calling to himself every kind of horrid creatures to form his army. Alik knew of this, and for this very reason he had called his council in the castle at the mouth of the Abana, by the sea.
"I have called you here to discuss the pressing issue that is at hand. Before I speak anymore, I would like Rivenwell to give us an account of his latest journey."
The eagle lighted atop a chair to the right of the king. "I have just come from over the mountains, past Shammuth Point, where I have seen what the king, as well as the rest of us, fears. A mighty enemy is coming into power, and all the creatures of the mountains are joining his amassing army. He calls himself Kardack, and claims to be from the lineage of the cruel wizard Krant, who held our land in darkness so long ago. He is forging weapons in the deep places, and it will only be a matter of time befor he attacks, sire. if we do not do something quickly, we will certainly be destroyed.
"But we are not ready to fight!" declared Briarwood, the centaur. "We have no weapons, no armour, and most importantly no soldiers!"
"He is unfortunately right. Ever since you took the throne after your good father died, the army has fallen by the wayside. Do not answer so quickly! I know what you would say! It is not completely your fault, as there has been no need the past two years for any fighting," said Glondil, the elf, as he held up his hand for the king to wait. "But we cannot win a war with our bare hands."
"What would you have me do? There only seems to be two choices. Go into hiding, or train an army to meet that of Kardack's, which does not look to be very promising," stated the king.
"Your majesty is right in what our choices are, but it would not be wise at all to go into hiding. Once we are in hiding, Kardack would come in and either root us out, or else leave us to starve undercover. I advise that we call the people together, and train men to fight while the women make provisions for them," said Glondil.
He opened the tall, stone doors. The table ahead of him was surrounded by straight-back chairs, and at the end of the table was the tallest chair. His chair. He stood in the doorway, neither moving nor speaking. This room was full of so much memory, both good and bad. Now he was summoned once again, to deal with more pain. And this was only the beginning...
~*~
She looked out the window as the sun was rising steadily over the sea. The wind blew all around her through the open window, brining in the freshly fallen leaves that the start of the autumn had begun to drop. The leaves swirled around in the room like a dancer swaying to music, and then, as suddenly as the leaves had come, they took their leave out the other window, back into the open air. Except one. It rested on the sill of the window, teetering on the edge. She walked over to that window and picked up the leaf. It was still soft, and as red as fire. She turned it over slowly in her hands, admiring its perfection. Impulse took her over to the table in the middle of the room, where she picked up a pen and started to write on the leaf.
Finishing her writing, she got up and went back over to the window where she threw the leaf out the window, where the wind picked it up once again. Smiling, she watched as it floated south and out of site.
THE KING'S COUNCIL
Once, there was a young king whose name was Alik. He was a good king, fair and just in all he did. He never thought of himself first, but of his people. He was both wise and discerning, so that he was called King Alik the Understanding. Lancadia was the expansive and diverse land that he ruled. There were deep forests filled with game, and tall mountains with little streams running down their sides till they all came together and formed the swift Abana River. Troubles seemed scarce and joy abounded in this land, and all lived in peace.
Or so it had been. For over the looming mountains int eh West there was an enemy rising, and he was calling to himself every kind of horrid creatures to form his army. Alik knew of this, and for this very reason he had called his council in the castle at the mouth of the Abana, by the sea.
"I have called you here to discuss the pressing issue that is at hand. Before I speak anymore, I would like Rivenwell to give us an account of his latest journey."
The eagle lighted atop a chair to the right of the king. "I have just come from over the mountains, past Shammuth Point, where I have seen what the king, as well as the rest of us, fears. A mighty enemy is coming into power, and all the creatures of the mountains are joining his amassing army. He calls himself Kardack, and claims to be from the lineage of the cruel wizard Krant, who held our land in darkness so long ago. He is forging weapons in the deep places, and it will only be a matter of time befor he attacks, sire. if we do not do something quickly, we will certainly be destroyed.
"But we are not ready to fight!" declared Briarwood, the centaur. "We have no weapons, no armour, and most importantly no soldiers!"
"He is unfortunately right. Ever since you took the throne after your good father died, the army has fallen by the wayside. Do not answer so quickly! I know what you would say! It is not completely your fault, as there has been no need the past two years for any fighting," said Glondil, the elf, as he held up his hand for the king to wait. "But we cannot win a war with our bare hands."
"What would you have me do? There only seems to be two choices. Go into hiding, or train an army to meet that of Kardack's, which does not look to be very promising," stated the king.
"Your majesty is right in what our choices are, but it would not be wise at all to go into hiding. Once we are in hiding, Kardack would come in and either root us out, or else leave us to starve undercover. I advise that we call the people together, and train men to fight while the women make provisions for them," said Glondil.
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