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I was writing this a few days ago....think i should carry on?
An elderly looking man walked into a throne room, he placed himself into the largest chair with velvet cushions and diamonds dotting the rim. All the seats in the room were made of pure gold all carved by hand.
After he settled himself in the chair he pushed back his long white hair, revealing long pointed ears on either side of his head. He was an Elf King.
�Bring in my son and his wife, Deacon. I need to see them immediately.� The King spoke in a definite and urgent tone, yet his face showed calm eyes, and a kind smile. He let his hand drop to the messenger, before him, holding out a Gold ring with a diamond mounted in its center. It seemed to have an aura of secrets. �I am trusting you will give this to him when you meet him.�
The messenger, Deacon, bowed in respect to the king and nodded silently. �You have bestowed your trust upon me, your majesty and I will not use it unwisely.� He bowed once again and walked to the large doorway and left the King�s presence.
The great elf then rested his forehead on his old wrinkled hand and sighed. �The Eleven Kingdom is in danger, I am no longer fit to protect the kingdom. The ring has been passed down. Oh, dear old Condon� It is time I passed on my duty as king.�
He reached up weakly towards his head and picked up his golden headdress and showed it to himself longingly.
It sparkled and glimmered every gem you could imagine, one of each all carved to a specific form, the largest of all was one diamond in the center, it seemed to be a prized magical piece, like no other diamond would ever have.
The great King set it carefully on his lap over his silver silk gown. Laying back into the seat he waited for his son, Boaz and his faithful wife, Aideen.
Soon after the doors of the throne room pealed open, revealing a young couple, looking in their late twenties. The man held up the ring to the King.
�Why do you give your messenger a request to give this to me, father? It is yours, the King�s ring! It is yours till the day you die. I do not have the right to be even holding this. Take it back father, take it back!� Boaz refused the King�s Ring and shut his eyes before it. He continued to hold it to his father.
The king put his hand out to Boaz, and closed his son�s hand to a fist enclosing the ring. �It is yours now, I am no longer able to protect this paradise from the mountainside�s magic. The demon that rules the mountains, he has awoken. My magic and teachings now go onto the next generation. Protect the kingdom, my son. Do not let the demon lord overthrow us and set the curse upon the cities. It is your duty; both of you, to now protect what I cannot. These all belong to you two now.�
He then grasped his headdress, and placed it on his son�s head. Then he motioned for his son�s wife to step forward. Pulling out a box with silver engravings of goddess writings he handed it over to her, setting a golden key on the box�s top.
When she opened the box she gasped, inside there was the dead Queen�s crown, a silver headdress. Diamonds and colored crystals glittered the rim.
�Majesty, I cannot except. Your wife�s crown-� The former King cut her off.
�Is yours now. Wear it with pride, and call me Father.� He smiled and stepped off his throne, bowing to the two of them.
Aideen was wide eyed; it was against the eleven laws to call the majesty father if he was not your blood relative. It was said disrespectful, but in the respect of the former king�s wish she nodded and spoke.
�Thank you then, Father� Boaz placed the crown on her head. �I will never wear it with anything else but pride.�
The former king, Condon, granted them the throne seats, and he sat in the lower chair.
A celebration for the new rulers of the kingdom was held the next day, at the area were the official ceremony took place. The day was festive and nothing went wrong. A few weeks later Condon passed away, and the kings ring was officially Boaz�s responsibility now.
10 years later, the Demon Lord just had it. A new generation of the elves kingdom ventured to the forbidden mountain side, and upset the Demon Lord greatly. He trapped the young elves in the mountains, and cursed them to be a were elf. Werewolves with no choice of changing back to their true form in the day time or at night. Soon the new rulers began to worry, Boaz created a search group and lead them to the mountains, only to be trapped there as well.
 DemonWolfGrl · Tue Dec 28, 2004 @ 04:38am · 1 Comments |
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