This is just a little beginning part of a story I've been working on for at least a month.
I can't remember when I started working on this.
I'm going to try to write the rest of this and get it published someday.
This would be chapter one.
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This would take place in a capitol village of a country named Merdonpoli.
It's a fantaisie place where there are magical creatures, kings, queens, etc.
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Drew wasn’t a complainer. He prided himself on accepting whatever he could, and living on. But even so, this was a very small meal. Drew sighed as he emptied his small thực phẩm bag. A piece of bánh mỳ, bánh mì and a fig. Since the war had started in his country, everyone’s thực phẩm was limited.
He looked around his starch kitchen. His cabinets, table, and chair were all made of a rotten looking ebony wood. He guessed it would all look better once he got a couple lights in here, hoặc opened the window.
He picked up the bánh mỳ, bánh mì and broke it. Pulling out a knife, he got up and opened one of his cupboards and look through it for some butter. He was out. Again. He guessed he would just have to eat his bánh mỳ, bánh mì plain. Again.
He sat back down to continue his dinner, when a knock came to his door. Sighing and staring at his thực phẩm for one một giây longer, he stood up and walked down the long, narrow passage from his phòng bếp, nhà bếp to the door. His trang chủ was barely lit, making it hard for him to look through the peephole out into the bright, empty dirt road outside his hovel of a house. A short cloaked figure stood on his doorway. bởi the outlines of the black cloth, he could tell that this mystery person was a she.
“Who is it?” Drew asked nonchalantly through the door. Drew had become weary of people since the start of the war.
“Child, it is Madame Corliss. I must speak with you.” She said. Drew rolled his eyes. Madame Corliss is the local fortune teller. She had been Những người bạn with Drew’s mother. And because of that, Corliss thought that she could drop in on Drew anytime she wanted. And it was true. He undid all five locks on his door, and slid the door open for the frail old woman.
“May I have some tea, child?” that was another annoying thing about the woman; however old Drew was, she always called him ‘child’, “I have something very important to tell you, let’s take this to the kitchen, shall we?” and with that, the small old lady led him to the kitchen.
She sat down at the table, and watched as Drew set about making her tea. “Make sure it’s not too hot! And don’t put too much sweetener in it.” She commanded to Drew’s irritation.
“So, Madame Corliss, what brings bạn here today?” Drew asked, forcing his voice to sound polite, instead of irritated. It didn’t convince her.
“You know, bạn really should learn to respect your elders, child.” If Drew was irritated before, he didn’t know how to explain what he felt now. He finished up making the trà and sat down across from the old lady and passed her the tea. She nodded and took it.
“You know, your parents would be very proud to see bạn now.” The woman started. Oh brother, another lecture about how ‘my parents’ deaths weren’t my fault. I never even thought that they were my fault until she đã đưa ý kiến they weren’t. For a fortune teller and such, she wasn’t the brightest person Drew had ever met.
“I know, Madame Corliss, you’ve already told me. That happened almost fifteen years ago. I’m nineteen! bạn don’t need to tell me, again. I know it wasn’t my fault. I know. bạn can leave me alone now.” Drew said, now thoroughly annoyed bởi the old lady now.
“That’s not why I’m here. Now be quiet and let me talk.” She snapped. “You are very much like them. bạn have your mother’s eyes,” she said, referring to his light brown eyes, “and your father’s hair, and face.” She softly ran a frail old hand through Drew’s long, curly black hair. He backed away from the bàn a bit more, so as to be out of the woman’s reach. “Unfortunately, bạn don’t have either of their smarts.” She đã đưa ý kiến harshly.
Drew’s jaw dropped, how would this old lady have the nerve to say that to him? This lady was way out of her place. No one đã đưa ý kiến that to him! Apparently, the woman didn’t notice hoặc care about his shock, and continued to talk.
“Drew, bạn are not meant for the life bạn lead now. bạn are a born leader. Your uncle can not pretend he is your father forever.”
“Well, he’s doing a pretty good job of it, if bạn ask me. He is leading us through this war fearlessly, he is a tactical genius. bạn should really just leave this topic alone.” Drew đã đưa ý kiến disapprovingly.
“You can say that again. How do bạn know that he is not the one who started the war? How do bạn know that he isn’t the one who killed your parents? Ever since he was a small child, he was very greedy, and jealous of your father. He could very easily have hired a few Dezarnian mercenaries to kill your father. Then, blame the Dezarnian government for their murder, and attacked their capitol, trying to cover up the fact that he was behind it. And then, conveniently, while on the way to Meadonia to ask the princess for her hand, your brother was killed? And your uncle took custody of you, and put bạn in the army, so as to possibly kill you, but at least keep bạn under his watchful eye. Drew, listen, it is not an toàn, két an toàn for bạn here in Merdonpoli anymore. bạn must travel to Dragomria. I am going there this week, if bạn want to come” She was cut off bởi an enraged Drew.
“My uncle wouldn’t do anything like that, he loves his country, and his brother. bạn are just a crazy old witch bạn know nothing. Get out. Now.” The old lady became very solemn.
“Very well.” And with that, she disappeared, right into thin air. Drew was too angry to care, though it was a bit shocking.
Drew sat back down and continued to eat his ‘dinner’. He kept thinking about what the fortune teller had told him, becoming thêm irate at each turn of his thoughts. But then again, rethinking all that Madame Corliss had made sense, in the most nonsensical way. How could someone turn on their brother, let alone kill him? That just doesn’t make sense! Then again, he didn’t seem too sad at his father’s funeral. He just đã đưa ý kiến how the country ‘had Mất tích a great leader’, and announced that, until Drew’s older brother married, he would act as king, and that his first action as ‘king’, he would launch an attack on the homeland of the the assassins who killed his brother, which would be Dezarnia. A tháng later, Drew’s brother went missing, and assumed dead. Nothing Madame Corliss đã đưa ý kiến usually made perfect sense, though she usually spoke the truth. Even so, Drew chose to ignore her, and his conscience.


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