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my latest story...(now updated and much longer) |
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Deep within the dark caverns of a burial tomb, the sound of a woman crying was echoing off the stone walls.
"Why?! Why did the gods have to take you?! They should have taken me instead!" Kneeling next to a coffin, sobbing, was Shana Dragonfire, mourning for her lost husband Kallar. "I haved lived too long! I would not mind if I was dead in your place! I would rather have it that way!"
~flashback~ "Shana! Where are you?" Kallar was calling for his beloved wife.
"Over here by the stables dear!" Shana walked into Kallar's view and he ran over to her. He picked her up and gave her a kiss. Kallar and Shana's relationship has always been one of the most saddest and beautiful one in their kingdom's history. When Shana was a teenager in her secluded elven kingdom, she always hoped for someone to someday come and take her as his bride. Her prayers were answered one day when a young half dragon man named Kallar Stormfire came to her kingdom. It was love at first sight. But then Shana's elven kingdom was attacked and they were seperated. Over a thousand years passed until they found eachother again. When they did, they got married and vowed never to leave eachother again for all eternity. Setting her back down on the ground he started to speak to her.
"Shana...I think you will like this. The Lord Draco has accepted our proposal to 'talk' with the werewolves."
"Serious?! Thank the gods! We can finally end this war once and for all"
"Thats right," Shana thought to herself. "We have been at endless war with the werewolves on the west coast. It was at first that the battles were of words. Now and then there were little skirmishes of steel, but no on was killed. That only lasted five years. Then the battles were of steel. Innocent people in our kingdom were dying. It has been since then that our fights declared a war. Thank the gods that now Kallar will be going to set a peace treaty with them." Both Shana and Kallar hugged eachother while laughing joyously.
"Come. Lets return to the castle. It will rain very soon."
"Right" Kallar took Shana's hand in his and they both walked back into the castle. As soon as the heavy wooden doors closed, there was a flash of lightning, a loud clap of thunder, and then the pitter patter of rain.
~more recent events~ "Please be careful my love. You know how the werewolves can be."
"I will my love" Silent tears began to roll from Shana's eyes as she looked into her husband's eyes.
"No. Don't cry my dear. Leaving you now is hard enough for me as it is. Please don't cry and make it worse." In a pleading tone Shana begged him not to go.
"Please Kallar! Don't go. There is a dark threat that looms in the werewolves territory. You may never come home to me!" Kallar moved closer to his wife and hugged her tightly and didn't let her go.
"Shana, I will be fine. No matter what happens there in that hell born land, I promise I will return to you." He let go of her and looked deeply into her eyes.
"I hold you to your word dearheart." She spoke softly to him. He mounted his steed still looking into her eyes.
"You will always have it." Shana moved next to him. He bent down and kissed her, but before he sat upright in the saddle he wiped a tear from her cheek and wiped it near his heart. With one last loving glance, Kallar turned his horse and headed towards the werewolves kingdom with five men from his own army. Kallar had to leave if he wanted to save his kingdom and wife from the tiriny of the werewolves. They would destroy everything in their path if Kallar Stormfire did not go to make peace with the Lord Werewolf.
"No longer will the blood of my own people be spilt on the land that Shana and I care for so much."
A few days later, Shana's personal guard came in bearing news. Shana ran over to him.
"My lady," he spoke with a bow.
"What news of my husband?" she said with a smile. The guard wasn't smiling. Her face went to a frown.
"My lady....your husband and his men....they have been slaughtered. Their bodies have just been returned. At least the werewolves have that much curtosey to do that." Her eyes welled up with tears as she slowly back away from the guard. Her expresion was full of sadness and shock.
"How...how...how were they killed?" her voice shaking slightly from her normal regal tone of voice.
"The Lord Werewolf tricked them my lady. It was a trap no doubt. For when his majesty and his men arrived, the Lord Werewolf had them disarmed so they can have a 'gentlemenly peace confrence.' " With a sigh he continued. "Then...it was halfway through their confrence when..." He paused to regain his heart so he would not show himself too deeply saddened to his queen. "Then the werewolf guards attacked them. They were unarmed so they could not defend themselves properly. With his dying breath, his majesty spoke something in the dragonic language. The Lord Werewolf wrote it down and put it on his body for you. That is all that happened my lady. I am deeply sorry." He handed her the parchment with her husband's last words. Then he just bowed and left her chambers. Shana began sobbing uncontrolably on her bed. She gained enough strength to open the parchment and read his last words. "Kardara de Mantenusea Menara." They translate to, "I have failed you my love." Shana began crying uncontrolably again still holding the parchment. It was that afternoon that the week of mourning began. All the villagers of the kingdom came and said their final good-byes to their king and paid their dearest respects to their queen.
"Why didn't he listen to me," Shana wispered to herself. After that week, Kallar's body was placed in the royal burial tomb underneath the castle.
~back in the tomb~ With the failing light from the torches, Shana still cried next to her husband's coffin.
"Why didn't you listen to me?! You fool! If you listened to me you would still be at my side and I wouldn't be here in this dank dark tomb weeping!" From beneath her robes, Shana took out two roses. One that was as red as blood and the other that was as black as night.
"Two roses for you my love" She kissed the roses and laid them gently on the top of the coffin. Her emerald eyes scanned the now constant dimming tomb.
"I will one day be with you for all eternity when the moon glows blood red." Again she reached into he robes and took out her husband's jeweled hunting dagger she had at her belt. She looked at it longingly from blade tip to hilt. The blade tip was posistioned to aline with her broken heart. The clouds in the dark sky grew even darker. The moon, glowed red as blood. The last light from the torches flickered out. In the deep darkness, a dreadful gasp and the clang of steel on stone was all that was heard in the dark eerieness of the burial tomb.
 ~The~Blackest~Rose~ · Fri Apr 29, 2005 @ 01:37am · 0 Comments |
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