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The throne room sparkled with a kind of luster in the mid morning light. The banner of the countries within the Kingdom hung between the window and seemed flap lazily in still room. The walls of the room were made of white marble with flicks of gold and silver throughout. The thrones themselves were fashioned from the stomps of long dead Elm trees. All in all the room was large and spacious, but was beautiful beyond description. The room was still and quiet except for the two figures sitting on the thrones.
The King smiled over at his wife, “Dose she know yet?” He had been waiting weeks to hear what he wanted from his young Daughter. The Princess would be very angry to find out that the boy she was to marry was coming to visit. Neither of the children liked the idea of marrying each other, but they would either learn to live with it or actually fall in love.
The Queen looked back at him, “I don’t know.” She spoke softly and her voice was like listening to a set of bells chime. She also had been waiting for the coming anger she knew her daughter would feel at not having been told sooner.
The silence of the room was broken when the big main doors into the throne room were spread wide. A small Fairy stood in the door way and once the noise settled from the door flying in she began marching up the center of the room. Princess Redwings Glared at her parents, she looked to be able eleven, but was indeed thirteen. She stop just before the dais and slammed her fists down to her sides. “What have you done?” Her red tinted wings flapping lazily behind her for no other reason but to move. “Why have you summoned the Fiery Boy?”
“We summoned him so that you could meet him.” The Queen answered looking down at her young daughter from the throne. “You haven’t even seen the boy and yet you have past judgment on him.”
“Your mother is right; you must take the time to get to know him. I know you don’t want to, but we need you to.” The King smiled at his little girl, “my dear the boy’s name is Prince Flamewing, and please try to address him as such, at least until his parents leave.”
“What! How long is he staying?” She glared up at the pair of them, “I won’t take my classes with him.” She stated this as if it would make a difference, which it would get the boy sent back home to his own teachers.
“That’s right you won’t. Your teacher has been reassigned to him, as well as his teacher from home and Alonzoe. The boy is to be trained as warrior and King.” He smiled at her, “You’ve completed as much of your training as Elsamir could teach you, that why I have had him replaced.” The King looked over at the servant standing by one of the side doors and nodded. The changeling jumped slightly at the signal and opened the door motioning for someone to enter. “You are to be trained in the arts of magic. We had you tested many years ago.”
The King watched as an unlikely group of companions walked in. The drow came in first followed by a halfling and then a dwarf. Behind them came a wood elf walking as far from the drow as he could. There was a clomping of hooves on the dark green marble floor and a centaur walked out behind them, he appeared much older the first four to enter. He steeped out ahead of his students which had formed a line, “My name is Mars, and I will be taking over your studies as they are closely related to that of my own students.” The centaur bowed his head to the young Princess. “They in turn will also be teaching you something of their own personal abilities.”
Redwings looked at Mars hopefully and then back at her parents and anger rising up in her again. “So I won’t be seeing the fiery boy that much?” She was smiling despite the anger in her eyes; she liked the looks of her new teachers, it was sure to be interesting.
“No Hun, you won’t be spending all your time with him.” The Queen smiled at her daughter slightly devious. “You will be taking classes with Reginald together.”
Redwings stomped her foot furiously and glared at her mother, “I won’t go! What does Reginald have to teach anyone anyway? I’m already good at tumbling and juggling.” Reginald was the kinder court jester, and he was very good at what he did, whither it was intentional or not.
“You’ll have to wait and see.” The Queen grinned at Redwings, “also if you choose not to go, a stand in will go in your place. These classes are required to have two.” The Queen smirked at her last statement.
“Oh a stand in, I hope they enjoy whatever Reginald has to teach them.” Redwings replied sarcastically.
“They will and perhaps after a few months of your stubbornness you’ll change your mind, or become jealous.” The Queen’s expression never changed, “one way or the other it’ll all work out in the end.”
Redwings continued to glare at her mother then looked to her father, “So when is my darling Prince Flamewing to arrive? I want to be prepared in everyway possible.” The thirteen year old sounded extremely mature for her age just then.
“He arrives the day after tomorrow.” The king answered her, “I’m shocked to it took you this long to find out. We have known for weeks that his family was planning the visit from their country.” The King looked smug now knowing this would anger her even more, but also that it gave her little time to prepare a surprise for the Prince.
“Rawr!” Redwings exclaimed as she turned throwing her arms in the air and stomped angrily out of the room. The King looked to Mars when the doors had slammed shut behind his daughter and the echo had died away. “Now you have seen her, and the way she is. What do you think of your newest student?”
“I think what I will,” Mars answered somewhat in a riddle, “and will think what I want.” It was the only answerer he was going to offer the King, he felt no need to till him the truth of what he thought.
“She acts a lot like me.” The drow whispered hoping no one would hear him speak. The wood elf laughed having heard him, the drow turned glaring at the wood elf, a wind started to blow within the still room.
“Rapheal you will stop that immediately. You weren’t asked to speak, and you certainly weren’t asked to demonstrate. Leonardo that was extremely uncalled for.” Mars had turned more quickly then one would have thought possible for his age and size. “Double training time for everyone, including the princess. I advise you to be more careful from now on.”
The king smiled approvingly, this small display was enough for to believe Mars would not as easily bent to his daughters will as Elsamir had. The Queen was still unsure of this, she had seen people more strongly willed then Mars break and bend under her daughters will and determination.
Mars turned his attention back to the King and Queen now. “We must be going to get settled. I will let you know if everything is adequate and as I specified.” He bowed his head to them, and then turned less quickly to leave. They left by the door they had entered and Mars students left without so much as a nod to the King and Queen.
Once they were gone and the door was shut once more the King looked at his wife. “They already seem to know what they are.” He smiled at once, “when they have finished what little train they have left, they will be a mighty force to deal with.”
“I’m not so sure that it is a good idea to have them teach our Princess.” The Queen looked away. “What proof do we have that they are the ones the profit had spoken of? How do we know we can trust them?”
The King took his wife’s hand and squeezed it. “What choice do we have but to trust them? Time is running out. We haven’t that much left and they must learn quickly, both of the children.” He looked somewhat worried that his wife wasn’t as sure as he was.
“I just don’t know. I have this feeling that something terrible is going to happen. Something we are powerless to stop.” The Queen looked back at her husband then. “I don’t mean something in the prophecy either. Something else, it’s been bothering me since we found out the boy was coming to stay. What if something happens to him while he is here?”
“Oh you mustn’t think that way. They will protect them.” The King smiled holding her hand in both of his. “They won’t let anything happen to either of them.”
 AzmonSierra · Sat Nov 10, 2007 @ 03:00pm · 1 Comments |
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