| The Coming Storm (Edited Feb 5, 2009) |
[Feb. 5th, 2006|11:07 am] |
The last rays of the sun’s dying light shot out over the Valorian countryside, but were soon swallowed up in the shadows cast by the prevailing storm clouds. Réo, servant of the High King of Dunwin, watched as the light made its final campaign against the night.
There was a crash of thunder and lightning illuminated the sky, mocking the sun and its radiance. However, to Réo this unyielding conflict meant nothing.
Droplets of rain began to fall to the ground. Réo smiled at the sight of them. He loved rain and even more so, he loved the sound of thunder and the flashes of lightning. He could somehow sense the magic behind it all.
“What’s this? It’s rainy. No. It’s worse! There’s to be a storm and a bad one by the look at it!!” said Darius, who had just sat up, having been woken by the drenching of his tunic.
“Hide then, if you so choose.” Réo remarked tossing Darius his cloak. He sighed to himself. People will always fear that which appears dark.
“But how am I to hide from this?”
Réo had to laugh. Instantly his frustration melted into compassion for his miserable friend. “Are you not a farmer? Do you not consider rain to be a blessing?”
“That doesn’t mean I’m accustomed to sleeping in it. I shall be up all night!”
“Well we can have that! I’m afraid your endless complaints would drive me to insanity and I’d be force to leave you behind.” Réo said with a smile as he rose to his feet. He walked over to his bag, knelt down beside and began rummaging through it's content until at last he lay hold of a thick woolen canvas.
“Such a friend you are!” Darius remarked without even take note of what Réo was doing.
“You’ll have to forgive my poor hospitality.” said Réo as he began to tie the ends of the canvas to the trunks of the nearby trees. “The only company I used to keeping is that of a horse. And they complain far less frequently.” This again was said with a smile but the comment was lost on Darius who merely sat there sulking. “Remember, it was you and not I that insisted on your coming with.”
“So it was,” said Darius with a sigh and he dropped his head in shame. However, as he did so he was suddenly startled by the realization that he was no longer being bombarded by rain drops.
Réo finished tying off the last corner of the canvas to one final tree positioned behind his now silent companion so that it formed a canapé over to two of them. Then he returned to his spot beside Darius.
“There. Do you find this to be more comfortable?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
“Good. Now sleep, that I may have some peace of mind.” |
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| Order of my 'Unfinished Work' |
[Feb. 5th, 2006|01:02 am] |
The Novel so far:
1. The Coming of the Storm (The Coming Storm)
2. The Bearer of Bad News
3. Homecoming (The Home That Once Was)
4. Words Left Unspoken
5. A Sleepless Night*
6. The Messenger*
Excerpts:
- The Coming of the Storm: Original
- Overview
Background:
- I began writing my 'Unfinished Work' my senior year of high school. It started off as being a highly fantasized tale revolving around one Character, Reo (Ray-o) and his dealings with a self-seeking High Council that has strayed from its original purpose, to keep the peace between the Five Kingdoms through means of negotiation and compromise. However, as time has progressed I have turned away from the world of fantasy and instead have turned to legends and history to serve as the source of the story's back lying 'magic'.
- Although only a few select scenes have been converted to writing, I have much of the story already worked out in my head, including the ending, which is only a recent development. The only part that has yet to come into clear site is the middle of the story and its complete progression.
- Up until the beginning of this year the Novel's title had been stated, but after some consideration I have decided to conceal the story title until its completion. In fact, apart from some old plot and character sketches on my computer at home, the title only appears in one place. |
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| Overview |
[Feb. 5th, 2006|01:00 am] |
The Five Kingdoms
1. Solaria – Solaria was one of the five kingdoms at the beginning of the age. However, it was overthrow at the very peck of its existence, during the reign of Titus, its final king who at the time was carrying out his father’s dream of uniting the five kingdoms under one banner. Solaria was believed to be the greatest kingdom to have ever existed. In fact, its Kings often referred to it as the Phoenix because they thought its reign would last forever and it might have if Titus hadn’t surrendered its army in an attempt to gain the other kingdoms’ trust.
2. Dunwin – Dunwin was once considered to be the weakest kingdom of the five. In fact it was feared that after Solaria fell during the treason of Terron, Dunwin would be soon to follow due to the effects the war was bound to have on commerce. In a desperate attempt to save the kingdom, Jerrak chose the chief city of Dunwin to be the new home of the High Council, hoping that it would encourage trade with the small kingdom and thus save it from certain doom. Jerrak proved to be right and Dunwin became one the strongest kingdoms in the new age, rivaled only by it’s long time ally Aqueria.
3. Aqueria – Aqueria is the birth place of Leon and Alynn, the current monarch and his younger sister. In the time of Solaria, Aqueria was considered to be the third most powerful kingdom, which is mostly attributed to its location along the shore line. As a result the majestic kingdom of Aqueria was able to rival in commerce with even Solaria, the center of all trade. The only true difference in strength between Solaria and Aqueria was the size of their armies.
4. Terron – Before attacking Solaria, Terron was considered to be the second most powerful kingdom of the five. Unlike many of the other kingdoms, with the exception of possibly Vallen, Terron was almost completely self-sufficient. The mountain valleys provide it with fertile ground for growing food, the surrounding forests with wood for houses and the iron and other valuable metals found in the mountains for the use of crafting weapons. Also, being located in a valley between two great mountains, Terron was a natural fortress. The only limitation Terron suffered was insufficient space for its inhabitants. After the invasion of Solaria, all trade with Terron was completely cut off and very little has been learned about the kingdom since.
5. Vallen – Like Terron, Vallen was mostly self-sufficient. Relying on trade mostly for metals which proved to be scarce in the forest region. In ranking, Vallen closely followed Aqueria, but without the valuable metals, Vallen fell short in both trade and military strength, despite its vast population. Unfortunately, as the years after the invasion of Solaria passed, communication with Vallen broke down. As a result, Réo, servant of the high king of Dunwin was sent to gather news concerning the forsaken kingdom.
Characters
1. Titus – the last king of Solaria who surrendered his noble rights as monarch in order to unite the Five Kingdom according to his fathers dream. Titus was killed during the invasion of Terron.
2. Jerrak – a Solarian by birth and the first head of the High Council in the days of its creation. Jerrak worked hand in hand with both Titus and his father to see the unification of the Kingdoms. In fact it was Titus’ father that created the High Council and appointed Jerrak as its first leader. After the fall of Solaria, Jerrak continued to serve as the head of the Council until the time of his death. During this time Jerrak also took Réo and his younger brother into his household and raised them as his sons after their widowed mother died.
3. Réo – was raised and lived with his younger brother and mother in the kingdom of Aqueria. After his mother’s death, he was taken in by Jerrak who keep the boys in Aqueria until they were old enough to care for themselves and then he moved them to Dunwin were the High Council was based. Réo now serves as a scout in service of Theadred, the High King of Dunwin. Although his connection to Jerrak could have provided him with a role of greater social standing, after Jerrak died, Réo instead chose to live in isolation (though nobody, including his own brother, really knows why).
4. Darius – Réo’s best friend who on numerous occasions has opened his house to the weary traveler as he ventured back and forth across the countryside in service of the king. On this occasion when Réo showed up at his door, Darius requested that he might join him if only just this once. Reluctantly, Réo agreed and so Darius left his farm in the care of his wife and young son until he returned after what he though would only be a few days across country.
5. Thaedred – the High King of Dunwin and friend of Réo. Thaedred had just recently been crowned king when Solaria fell, so when Jerrak offered to move the High Council to Dunwin to help stabilize it, Thaedred consented without hesitation. Although it can not be denied that he benefited greatly from having Jerrak around, acting as an adviser, there are some who believe it caused him to become far too compliant and prevented him from developing as a good leader.
6. Leon(?) – the High King of Aqueria and although he may only be a few years older than Réo, he commands a lot of respect. When his father died, Leon was left with not only the kingdom to look after but also Alynn, Leon’s younger sister who even now remains single despite her noble obligation to marry. With all of this responsibility placed on him at once, Leon had to grow up fast and in so doing, he has learned that in order to accomplish anything he needs people to take him seriously.
7. Alynn – the Maiden of Aqueria and sister of Leon. For the most part Alynn is very reserved, often keeping her opinions to herself and allowing others to speak first, but she is also very wise and compassionate and when she does speak up, her heart is clearly seen. To all those around her, she serves as tremendous comfort and support, seeing to the needs of other before her own.
8. Ránnos - Reo's best friend growing up in Aqueria. He and Reo would compete in almost everything that they did especially for the attention of Allyn. Ránnos' father had served in the Aquerian army all his life, like his father before him. As a result Ránnos hardly knew his father, but even in his absence Ránnos' father had a lasting impact on his son's life. Ránnos now serves as the youngest member of the High Council and his friendship with Kraden, the Council leader has proved very benefical to him. (Representative for Aqueria)
9. Kraden - An illeged Solarian who took the position of leader of the High Council after Jerrak's death. Under Kraden's rule the High Council changed dramaticly. Where Jerrak often encouraged the Council to go out among the people to learn more about them, Kraden demands that they have as little contact with them as possible so as not to be influenced by anyone's biases. Kraden is a very appealing man, but there is something about him that causes some people, especially Reo, to question his motives. (Representative for Solaria)
10. Amond - the oldest and only remaining member of the High Council from the time of Jerrak. Amond is seen as probably the most level headed member of the Council, but unfortunately, he has very little influence over the rest of the Council and is often times swadded by them. (Representative for Dunwin)
11. Bardir - Like Ránnos, Bardir came from a military family from the Kingdom of Vallen. Not much is really known about Bardir, partly because of the lost of communication with Vallen and partly because he is doesn't talk much. (Representative for Vallen)
12. Érrat(?) - the newest and most concraversial member of the Council. Reo often reffers to him as the snake of the High Council. Fortunately, he, like Amond, doesn't seem to posses a lot of an influence over the other member of the Council. (Representative for Terron)
(?) - names that I may end up changing although the characters themselves will remain the same |
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| Someday |
[Feb. 5th, 2006|12:05 am] |
They push me down
They knock me out
They ignore me when
I try to shout
They call me names
And spit in my face
They think I’ll just
Bear this disgrace
But in this
They are wrong
I’ll not be mastered
My spirit’s too strong
Someday soon
I’ll show them all
And at my feet
They will fall
Joshua A. Jones (2003) |
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| Rebirth |
[Feb. 4th, 2006|11:57 pm] |
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Though fire burns, consumes, and destroys without warning, new life can be found within for those strong enough to make the journey. Out of the ashes, I come to you now, born anew in the fire’s red flame. I am the Phoenix, servant of light. |
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| Reflection |
[Feb. 4th, 2006|11:46 pm] |
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Why must I always be torn between the world I dream of and the one in which I live? Why can I not be content with what I have? Is it wrong for me to want more than just what I see? Do I dream outside of my worth? |
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| The Home That Once Was (Edited Feb 5, 2009) |
[May. 16th, 2005|11:03 am] |
“My lord, Réo of Dunwin requests an audience with your royal highness.”
“Send him in at once.”
Leon’s subordinate left the room and a moment later Réo stepped through the doorway into the all too familiar throne room. Leon, High King of Aqueron rose from his throne to greet his childhood companion.
“Réo. I’m glad to see you’ve made it here safely.” He said as he embraced him.
“You knew I was coming?”
Leon withdrew from him regaining his noble composure. “Yes, Theadred sent word of your banishment to Rowin. He suspected that you might take refuge here.”
“So Rowin knows as well?” Réo asked, hardly able to conceal his frustration.
“Yes, I’m afraid so.”
“So then you must also know why?”
“I understand your misgivings regarding the Council, but they have been appointed to help keep the peace, and that is what they are trying to accomplish.”
“Terron is ready to strike! I have seen their army!!” Réo paused, desperately searching the eyes of his friend for an ally. “Leon. If Dunwin fails to act, you must the one who protects our nations!”
Leon sighed and sadness filled his eyes as he returned Réo's focused gaze. “I know you are concerned Réo, but I cannot simple undermine the Council and summon my army. To do so would be to destroy everything we've worked so hard to accomplish. Everything Jerrak sought to accomplish.”
Réo immediately averted his eyes at the sound of that name.
“Réo please, remain here tonight and we will discuss this more tomorrow.”
“I cannot stay but a night.”
“Please Réo!”
“I will not stay here when the people of Dunwin are in danger.”
“But you’ve been banished. What can you do? If you are found in Dunwin, you will be thrown in prison or possibly even killed.” Leon made sure to catch Réo's eyes when he made this last remark. "Not everyone sympathizes with your cause, even among the Council."
Réo defiantly returned Leon star with fixed determination. “Death does not scare me.”
"The people must be warned, and if the Council refuses to protect them, then I will!"
Leon sighed.
“Do what you must.” His face was stern now and inside he will filled with both remorse and anxiety. Réo was not the light hearted younth he had once been. Proud, determined, and yet lost on a path with seemingly no end it sight. Leon's heart broke for his tragedy stricken friend, but still, he could not help but admire the faith and strength he that radiated from him. |
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| The Ultimate Study Spot |
[May. 14th, 2005|01:28 pm] |
Crammed like cattle in a little hallway filled comings and goings, we waited for the exam that would decide whether we preceded or stayed behind. Over the clamor of voices, I looked up and saw a woman sitting at one of the desks shifting through her papers.
“Well she certainly wants to make the most of her time.” I said out loud, not expecting anyone to hear.
“She’s been here every day actually, ever since the beginning of the semester.”
I glanced over and saw a young woman who by the look of her clothing was not a student but a professor on her way to give an exam.
“Why?”
“I’m not quite sure to be honest with you. She doesn’t have any classes over here.”
The doors of the exam room opened and the precession beginning filing in and taking their seats, but the woman remained where she sat and continued to look over her notes.
The following morning I woke up earlier than I needed and heading down to the campus. I was eager to find out what made this curious location such an ideal place to study that someone would return to it every day.
When I got there, I sat down on one couches. I took my notebook from bag, and began looking over its contents. All around me the hall was silent, except for the occasional shweet shwoot of pant legs as someone passed by. My papers began to lift off of each other as they were blown by the drafts coming from the ceiling above. I shivered as the currents hit my body.
Pretty soon the doors the exam room opened and out burst a crowd of students anxiously trying to flee from the campus, having finished their last exam. Unable to concentrate with the humming of people’s voices all about me, I stowed my things and got up from my couch, just as the same woman I had seen the day before passed by me and took her usual spot at one of the desks. She paused for a moment, before sitting down and gazed longingly at the pictures of learned practitioners on the wall behind her.
Not wanting to disturb her studies, I began walking toward the doors leading outside, but stopped when I saw a page from someone’s notes lying on the floor in front of me. Having been the only person to pass by me going that way, I knew it to be hers. I picked it up and walked back toward her.
“Excuse me.”
She didn’t hear me.
“Excuse me.” I said at little louder but to no avail.
I placed the paper on the desk beside her. “I think you dropped this.”
“Thank you.” She said softly, looking at my hand which still rested on the page.
“You’re Welcome.” I replied, then left, having discovered the answer to my question. |
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| The Bearer of Bad News ('Unfinished Work') |
[May. 5th, 2005|11:54 pm] |
The massive doors of the throne room flew open and in came a powerful gust of wind that sent a chill up the spin. Caught unaware, the guards drew their swords and prepared for the worst. They watched as a black outline of a man hastily walked toward them. Theadred, high king of Dunwin stretched out his hand, motioning to the guards and they withdrew their defense.
“Ah, Réo. You’ve returned. How was your journey? Anything to report?” Said Theadred to his most trusted servant.
“Regretfully so, your Highness. I must see the council at once.” Réo replied, near out of breathe.
“What is it that troubles you?”
“Terron has not been idle as we had suspected. I believe they mean to rise up against us and very soon.”
“I will summon the High Council immediately then.” Said Theadred turning to one of his attendants, who quickly ran pass Réo and out the door. Theadred then gestured Réo closer.
“What is it that you’ve seen?”
“Terron is amassing its forces in the valley of Gadden, where only those who are meant to may find it.”
“And how did you happen to come across it?”
“I followed a strange horse rider I saw leaving Carrák. I pursued him into the valley where he joined regiments of soldiers.”
“How many were there?”
“Six thousand and counting.”
“Are we still able to overtake them?” Theadred asked; fear now starting to emerge in his voice.
“I believe so my lord. But it will require the full strength of both Dunwin and Aqueron.”
“Two full bodied armies against six thousand?! Is that really necessary?”
“Yes, my lord. I believe that even more regiments may lay in wait at the foot of the mountain, but I couldn’t get close to investigate without being discovered.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“They wouldn’t attack if they didn’t believe they could win.”
“They will see you now.” Said Theadred’s attendant reentering the room.
Réo, accompanied by Theadred left the throne room and made his way down a gloomy and narrow hallway at the end of which was a winding staircase that seemed to extent to the heavens. With every step they climbed the light became dimmer and dimmer, until they finally reached the top. They now stood in an immense chamber that had once served as a great hall, but was now as black as the sky on a starless winter's night, save for a high window that cast the dying suns rays in an odd shape in the center of the room, illuminating five massive thrones upon which five dark figures sat, the High Counsel, who would decide the fate of the known world. Theadred stepped forward into the light.
“This is Réo, my faithful servant. It is he that seeks your guidance.”
“Let him speak.” Answered Kraden, the leader of the High Council. His voice was deep and carried throughout the entire hall.
Theadred regressed and nodded to Réo. Réo approached and bowed, showing his respect.
“What is it that you desire?” Asked Amond, who sat to the right of Kraden and was the oldest member of the council.
“Terron intends to invade Dunwin.”
“You know this?” Objected Érrat, the newest member sounding much like a snake.
“Yes. Its army has gathered in Gadden and is preparing for an attack.”
“How do you know the attack is meant for us?”
“Who else would they be striking out at? Attacking Aqueron would only prove to be costly mistake, giving us, Dunwin time to assemble arms and retaliate in her defense. And any other targets wouldn’t require such a great number.”
“And what is that number?” Ránnos asked leaning close enough to the light that Réo was sure that it was him.
“Over six thousand.”
“Six thousand!” Repeated Amond. “They must have a grand target in mind for that number.”
They council began murmuring amongst themselves, but Kraden quickly put an end to it. “Very well. We send word throughout the city and neighboring towns. That should provide us with a sufficient number of adept soldiers to counteract this attack. Thank you for your aid, Réo. You may have saved the lives of countless villagers”
“That won’t be enough!”
“What?” Bardir, the final member of the council asked trying to withhold his laughter. “I think you fail to comprehend the might of Dunwin’s army. Ten thousand should prove to be more than enough to subdue these flies.”
“I observed six thousand. However, I believe that many more lie in hiding!”
“That’s irrelevant.” Replied Érrat. “Even if there are more, they cannot leave that valley without us knowing it. If they move to strike, they will be spotted and their true number will be revealed and will still leave us with time enough to call upon more soldiers if need be.”
“If they should advance under the cover of night…”
“We will still see them! You cannot hope to move that great of force without being noticed.” Érrat arguing, beginning to lose patience.
“They wouldn’t attack us if they didn’t think they could win!”
“I agree, but what do you propose we do?” Kraden interceded, allowing Érrat time to cool down.
“Gather the armies of both Dunwin and Aqueron.”
“That’s nearly thirty thousand combatants. No battle on earth would require that great of figure.” Challenged Bardir.
“Exactly. No matter how great their offense may be, we will overcome it.”
“Do know how long that would take, not to mention the cost of arming all those soldiers? And all without need!” Contested Ránnos.
“But there is need!”
“No, Réo. Unless you can present us with some kind of proof that both armies are necessary, it will not be done!” Asserted Kraden.
In a fit of rage Réo shouted at the council. “Cowards! Because you countless lives WILL be lost. And they won’t all be villagers! They do not desire Dunwin’s peasants. They want her King! And her Council!”
“A kingdom is more than just one man!” Disputed Amond, who prior to this had remained as claim as humanly possible.
“Yes, but its people came be overpowered through that man!”
“WHO is the greater coward, Réo?! The man who uses discretion when wielding a sword, or the man who uses it to rid his house of mice?” Questioned Bardir.
“You are far too rash!” Declared Amond.
“I don’t know what Jerak ever saw in you.” Grinned Érrat.
Réo began gasping for air. He watched the council members’ mouths move, but could not hear their words over his labored breathing. Their heads began to swell, overshadowing all else in his vision. The room began spinning all around him, faster and faster and faster and faster. And then…darkness. |
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| Dawn |
[May. 4th, 2005|10:46 pm] |
The bright morning sun,
Rising in the east
A cool summer’s breeze
Passing through my hair
Another dawn, another new day
Where will my feet take me today?
New places to go, new things to see
New lands to discover and they’re waiting for me
With the bright sky above me
The green grass below me
My fears behind
My journey begins
Where will I go?
That only my feet really know
Joshua A. Jones (2003) |
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| Words Left Unspoken: 1st Revision ('Unfinished Work') |
[May. 3rd, 2005|10:58 pm] |
A dark figure stepped out of the shadows into the courtyard. It paused for a moment then turned and began walking toward one of the fountains along the perimeter of the garden. Its footsteps, though they hardly made a sound on the marble walk, were labored and hesitant. Upon the fountain sat a young maiden gazing deeply into its waters. She did not look up as the mysterious silhouette approached her. It paused yet again about five feet from where she sat and studied her as though it were deciding upon its next move, when at last it bowed low to the ground.
“My lady.”
She gasped in fear turning to see what it was that had startled her.
Great, I scared her. Smooth Réo! His eyes remained focused on the ground in front of him. He could feel her eyes passing over him. I wonder if she’s missed me.
“Réo!”
She stood from where she sat and ran over to him. He rose quickly to catch her. She threw her arms around him.
“You’re home!” She said holding him tight.
“Yes, for a short time at least.” He regretted his words as he heard them spoken.
“So you mean not to stay?” She said withdrawing and turning from him.
“No, I cannot.”
“Of course, I should have known that even banishment couldn’t bring you home to stay.”
“I’m sorry Allyn, but I can’t turn my back on Dunwin, especially now.”
“I know. ‘A servant’s work is never done.’ Jerak taught you well.”
Their eyes met for a moment, but unable to contain the grief swelling up inside him, Réo quickly looked away. I wish things didn’t have to be like this, but I have no other choice. I can’t give her what she desires, not anymore. And why did she have to mention his name?
“Actually I glad you came. There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”
“Yeah? What’s that?” He said attempting to overcome his sorrow.
“Ránnos has asked for my hand in marriage.”
He stood paralyzed with shock. No! You can’t!
“What did you tell him?” He asked claimly.
“I told him I needed time to think it over.”
“And have you?”
“Yes, but I still don’t know what to do?”
“What did Leon say?”
“He told me that Ránnos was an honorable man and that we are most fortunate to have him representing Aqueron on the council. He hopes Ránnos might serve to restore the High Council to its former glory in the days of Jerak. He said that he is loyal and trustworthy and that day he believes he will make someone a fine husband, but the decision had to be mine.”
Réo shuttered having heard the name of Jerak spoken of yet again.
“Réo? You know Ránnos better than anyone. Should I do it?”
“I think your brother’s right. You have to be the one to decide that.”
“Please, Réo. I need to know. Is my brother right about him?”
Réo took the deepest breathe he could ever remember taking. Relax! This is what you wanted. This way she can put you behind her and maybe even be happy again. But I love her! Then let her go, so that she can do the same.
At long last, he finally spoke. “Although I doubt the influence your brother believes Ránnos could have on the council, he is a good man.”
“Thank you Réo. I knew I could count on you.” She said embracing him once again.
“You’re Welcome.” He choked out.
He held her but at a distance, instead of drawing her close as he wanted to, until he could finally bare it no longer. He released her and hid his anguish.
“Rowin is expecting me.”
“Very well. Good bye Réo. It was nice to see you again.”
“As it was you, my lady.” He bowed his head to her then left for his brother’s house, the house that had once been Jerak’s. |
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| Words Left Unspoken (part of my 'Unfinished Work') |
[Apr. 28th, 2005|11:34 pm] |
I wonder if she’s missed me. Hearing the sound of his footsteps on the marble walkway as he neared her, Allyn looked up from her book and smiled. She cast down her book, ran over to where he stood, and threw her arms around him.
“You’re home!” she said softly.
All at once Réo’s heart was filled with both joy and sorrow. He held her with one arm, keeping her at a distance instead of drawing her close as he wanted to.
“For a time, at least.” He said almost regretting the words as he spoke them.
The grief inside him grew larger and larger, suffocating all other emotions, until it finally came to rest underneath his eyes. He withdrew from her and hid his anguish. Turning his back to her, he walked over to the fountain that she had been sitting at and picked up the book.
“What this?” He said, holding it up for her to see.
“Just a book.”
Réo opened it and skimmed through its pages.
“This isn’t just a book. It’s a historic text, concerning the lineage of Solaria.” His eyes shifted to her. “Why would you want to know about that?”
“It intrigues me.”
“But the Solaria were our enemies. It was your father that overthrew their king.”
“I have come to believe that every society has something to offer in wisdom and knowledge. Some kingdoms are skilled in the craft of war and have mighty armies and strong fortresses. Others dedicate their lives to the arts, writing epic poetry and composing magnificent ballads. Just think of what could be gained by studying the kingdoms that preceded our own.”
The smallest of smiles appeared in the corner of his mouth. If only others thought as she does. He sighed in remorse. But they don’t.
“The Solarians have nothing to offer us. If they did, they would be dead.”
“Not all of them are dead.” She said taking the book from him. She studied it in her hands. “Did you know that the Solarian kings had three names? They received two at birth: one to serve as their common name and to hide them through adolescence and the other, the name of nobility, proving their right to the thrown. Solarians believed that the noble names were sacred and that if a king’s name was discovered by someone other than a member of the royal family, his rein would be cursed. Many men died protecting not only their king, but his name.”
What a waste! Réo looked up and saw that she was watching him. He quickly asked, “And what was the third?”
“The name of their lordship. Once a prince reached the proper age he would be revealed to his people and at his coronation he would receive a new name, one that he would keep and rule with for the rest of his life.”
“What about the princesses?”
Allyn grinned, seemingly pleased that he had asked. “They only received two: a name of nobility and a name of youth, but their common names were often more eloquent than the princes’.”
“So you mean to tell me that you’ve learned something to benefit our kingdoms by studying some old names?”
“Yes, I believe I have. Just as you have learned by choosing to spend your days in the countryside with only the ruins Lorren and a few peasant farmers to keep you company, even though you have a family who cares for you more you could ever know right here.” She turned her back to him to show her disapproval.
This is exactly why I didn’t want to come see you. He sighed. I don’t want you to suffer anymore because of me.
“I’m sorry I can’t be the kid you remember growing up with.” He said with a tear in his eye.
“So am I.” Allyn said under her breathe.
Réo turned and began to walk away.
“Ránnos has asked me to marry him.”
Her words were like a knife piercing his heart.
“And what did you say?” He asked softly and as calmly as he could manage.
“I told him I needed time to think about it.”
“I see.” He turned toward her and their eyes met for the first time during their conversation. “What does Leon think?”
“He said that Ránnos is an honorable man and that we are very fortunate that he was inducted into the High Council. He hopes that one day Ránnos might restore the council to its former glory, during the days of Jerak.”
Why did you have to mention that name? Even after all these years I still can bear to hear it.
“Réo? You know him better than anyone else. Should I do it?”
He took the deepest breathe he could ever remember taking. “Although I doubt the influence that your brother believes Ránnos could have on the council, he is a good man.”
“Thank you Réo. I knew I could count on you.”
“You’re welcome.” He coughed out, then left for his brother’s house, the house that had once been Jerak’s. |
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| Nephophobia |
[Apr. 20th, 2005|09:52 pm] |
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Where ever I go, I know they will follow me. People try, but no one knows what they’ll bring. A gentle spring rain or a thunder storm? Maybe even a tornado or a hurricane! I can not hide from them. Even inside my own house. I know they’re there. Quietly they wait. Ever watching! Trapped. |
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| Homecoming (part of my 'Unfinished Work') |
[Apr. 14th, 2005|12:16 am] |
“Réo! I’m glad to see you made it here safely,” said Leon, rising from his throne to greet his childhood companion.
“You knew I was coming?”
“Yes,” Leon responded regaining his noble composure. “Thaedred sent word of your banishment to Rowin. He figured you might take refuge here.”
Réo didn’t response, but hung his head low in shame.
“Worry not my friend. Thaedred is true to his word. He will intercede with the council on your behalf. You will soon be back in Dunwin, but in the mean time, take rest. Your brother has already made preparations for you.”
“I won’t be staying but a night.”
“Oh, I see.” Leon was disappointed but not at all surprised by Réo’s remark. The long years since childhood had taken a great toll on him. He was no longer the light hearted youth Leon had once known.
“Well, you do what you must.”
There was a moment of silence.
“Réo?”
“Yes?”
“You need not be ashamed. You’re not the first to speak out against the High Council. Nor are you the first to be punished for it.” Thaedred studied Réo’s face, searching for a reaction.
“Although their judgment may at times seem questionable, the council means well. They only seek the good of the kingdoms.”
Réo sighed in disbelief.
“They’re fearful, you know? As of late their power and influence is waning. The people no longer trust them as they once did. I’m guessing that’s why they reacted as harshly as they did with you. They were afraid of the effects of your undermining their authority.”
“What’s the point of even have a council when they don’t do anything? They sit in their tower all day long and haven’t the slightest inkling as to what the needs of the people are and yet they are the ones deciding our kingdoms’ future.”
“They are the keeper of the peace. It is their duty to communicate the issues facing Dunwin and Aquaron in order to prevent war and conflict from breaking out.”
“Yes, but how can they do that when they do know what the issues are and won’t here of them when I return to report?”
Réo, no longer interesting in arguing, walked over to one of the windows in the Grand Hall of Arcole and gazed out. There, outside stood the garden of the royal family and right below Réo’s window was a fountain at which a young maiden sat. Her auburn hair glistened in the sun light. She had gentle figures but solemn eyes. Réo watched as she tickled the water with her finger tips.
“Well,” Réo said finally. “Rowin will be wondering where I am.” He bowed slightly, then turned and began walking toward the door.
“You will see her before you go, won’t you?”
Réo stopped as though he had just been coated in ice. He took a deep breathe before speaking again.
“I think it’d be best if Alynn didn’t know I was back.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t hear of it. My sister would never forgive me if she found out you had returned and I hadn’t mentioned it to her.”
Again Leon studied Réo’s face.
“Alright, I’ll go down to her before I depart for my brother’s house.”
“Thank you Réo. And as I said before, fear not. Thaedred will clear your name.”
“Thank you, Your Grace.” Réo bowed again but lower this time, then continued out the door. |
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| The Coming of the Storm (part of my 'Unfinished Work') |
[Mar. 31st, 2005|11:45 pm] |
The last rays of the sun’s light shot out over the Valorian countryside, but were soon swallowed up in the shadows cast by the prevailing storm clouds. Réo, servant of the High King of Dunwin, watched as the light made its final campaign against the night. There was a crash of thunder and lightning illuminated the sky, mocking the sun and its radiance. However, to Réo this unyielding conflict meant nothing.
Droplets of rain began to fall to the ground. Réo smiled at the sight of them. He loved rain and even more so, he loved the sound of thunder and the flashes of lightning. He could somehow sense the magic behind it all.
"What’s this? It’s raining. No. It’s worse! There’s to be a storm and a bad one by the look at it!!" said Darius, who had just sat up, having been woken by the drenching of his tunic.
"Hide then, if you so choose." Réo remarked tossing Darius his cloak. He sighed to himself, thinking, people will always fear that which appears dark. |
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| Cheap Entertainment |
[Mar. 24th, 2005|11:17 pm] |
Los Angeles. And they say New York is the city that never sleeps. But I ask you where, other than in LA, can you see two idiots dressed like a pirate and Uncle Sam duking it out in front of the studios hoping that by chance a producer will drive by and notice them? One guy even went to all the trouble of “borrowing” a fire truck and letting loose with the siren. He got some attention alright. Oprah even sent him some tulips in the hospital to make up for the beating he received from her body guards. Hey. At least they weren’t daisies right? But the wannabe actors don’t even begin to compare the American Idol rejects. I once saw a lady in the supermarket holding a sack of oranges, pretending that is was a platinum silver award she had just won for her breathtaking vocal performance. Trust me; it was a real tear jerking. And although he wasn’t there to hear it, I sure it would have meant the most to President Bush, especially with the drop in the demand for hearing aids which occurred shortly thereafter.
I guess the point I’m trying to make is you can continue to dream of moving to any of those other big cities and living the good life, but as for me, I know where to go on a Saturday night when I’m need of some shameless entertainment. Good old L.A. There’s no place like it. |
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| The Shore at Night |
[Mar. 11th, 2005|10:18 am] |
Summer brings the crashing of waves,
beating against the shore, cooling the sand.
The pulsing continues even in darkness,
though everything else is still. The sun’s heat
gives way to night’s tranquillity. The softness
all around is something to be taken note
of. Here I lay on the beach, note-
book at my side, trying to capture the waves’
rhythm in words, but there are none soft
like it’s beauty yet fierce like its pounding sand.
My hands are warmed by the fire’s heat
as my eyes probe through the darkness,
but it offers no aide, only leaves me in the dark.
The peace resting on the shore is notable,
but inside, my head is heated
with frustration. The sound of the waves
overpowers my thoughts. My body relaxes into the sand.
I am soon lost in its softness.
The wind caresses me with its soft
touch, yet all of my dreams are dark.
I wake lying still in the sand,
but the sky has noticeably
changed and the waves
thrash as if in the heat
of battle. Raindrops fall from the sky, quenching the heat
of my fire. They fall delicately to the ground, like the soft
chimes of a bell, but soon form waves
as the clouds cover the world in darkness.
I stand to my feet, grab my notes
and start trudging through the sand.
The rain transforms the sand
into cool sink holes which engulf my feet, stealing their heat
away. There’s crash of thunder and lightning notes
its name in the sky. The rain reduces my papers to soft
mass strained with streaks from dark
ink. I turn back and take one last glance at the waves
still incessantly mangling the sand. The softness
of night has melted away, taking with all heat. The darkness
pervades everything, except the notable waves. |
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| Regret? |
[Mar. 9th, 2005|11:15 am] |
If I could relive my life
I’d change many things
But I can’t go back
My childhood is over
My future is coming
And I can’t go back
Will my dreams be realized?
My life made complete?
I can’t go back! |
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| A Long Await Revenge |
[Mar. 2nd, 2005|11:50 am] |
Today’s the day that I’ll prevail.
Doubt it not, but know I won’t fail
To strike a blow you’re sure to feel
And worry not about your heel.
For now I seek your hand or head;
Either way you will soon be dead.
In your garments, I’ll quietly wait
Till time comes to deal you your fate. |
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| The Realm of Song |
[Feb. 23rd, 2005|12:30 pm] |
There exists a world that eyes can’t see,
Remains unchanging, sets masses free
Upon this land, no foot has tread
Nor hand disturbed a flower bed
But listen close and you may hear
A voice chime soft with a song so dear
Now if this realm you should pursue
Let music guide and ear be true |
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