loneiysong
Pulsar
- Joined
- Apr 13, 2012
It had been over a year now. Or maybe it was two. Elena was not sure. She had come to know the king that once walked these halls. The one whose people loved and adored. The one who worried about his people. From the mightiest Captain of the guard, to the lowliest of widower on the outskirts of his territory, he knew them all and he kept a running tab of them all. He sent his knights out on all of them. She had not been told such stories. Elena was a beautiful girl of 17. Long black raven hair that curled, haunting blue eyes, and fair pale skin. She stood at 5'5 and her figure was shapely.
Stories of this land were horrible and grizzly at best. Witches lived in the mountains and golums lived in the rivers. And the forests? Well, if any little princess dared to venture into the forest, she would have her body ripped inside out and hung from the highest tree. As for the villagers, she was taught that they did not worship her gods, they were heathens, and would be taxed of gold that they hid greedily in their coffers.
It was a hard winter that came when she found the secret tunnel that lead to a high tower. It used to be a bell tower because a large bell slept in the rafters like a great sleeping bat. Looking out, she could see all of the village. Even though it was very cold, the view was beautiful. She went up there to think and read, but it wasn't long before she found a loose floor board and found a chest built into the ground. In it were many different books. At first she didn't realize to whom they belonged to, then she realized it was the king that her father overthrew. She knew that her father destroyed everything of the old king, so this only escaped because of its hiding place.
Elena then hunkered down and began to read the history of the king. From the announcement of his betrothal, to his marriage, to the birth of his many children, to the love of his wife. Then the night when she read about the brutal rape and murder of his family by her own, she decided that she would find him. She would find where he was laid to rest. Find anything. Find his grave.
Dressing as a deformed beggar, she went to the villagers she knew by name and asked about the king. Where he was. She was taken in and told that the true king had escaped into the hills far away to the enchanted castle. Thanking the woman, she began to prepare her getaway.
Dressing as a lad, packing her bag, she stole away into the night and began her trek to find the enchanted castle. She took his last journal in her bag that held so much sadness and heart ache. She had to make it right somehow.
Stories of this land were horrible and grizzly at best. Witches lived in the mountains and golums lived in the rivers. And the forests? Well, if any little princess dared to venture into the forest, she would have her body ripped inside out and hung from the highest tree. As for the villagers, she was taught that they did not worship her gods, they were heathens, and would be taxed of gold that they hid greedily in their coffers.
It was a hard winter that came when she found the secret tunnel that lead to a high tower. It used to be a bell tower because a large bell slept in the rafters like a great sleeping bat. Looking out, she could see all of the village. Even though it was very cold, the view was beautiful. She went up there to think and read, but it wasn't long before she found a loose floor board and found a chest built into the ground. In it were many different books. At first she didn't realize to whom they belonged to, then she realized it was the king that her father overthrew. She knew that her father destroyed everything of the old king, so this only escaped because of its hiding place.
Elena then hunkered down and began to read the history of the king. From the announcement of his betrothal, to his marriage, to the birth of his many children, to the love of his wife. Then the night when she read about the brutal rape and murder of his family by her own, she decided that she would find him. She would find where he was laid to rest. Find anything. Find his grave.
Dressing as a deformed beggar, she went to the villagers she knew by name and asked about the king. Where he was. She was taken in and told that the true king had escaped into the hills far away to the enchanted castle. Thanking the woman, she began to prepare her getaway.
Dressing as a lad, packing her bag, she stole away into the night and began her trek to find the enchanted castle. She took his last journal in her bag that held so much sadness and heart ache. She had to make it right somehow.