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Hey, guys! It is me again to write another story. The Newcomer completely crashed and burned and I have decided to a lot more with The Mechanical People, perhaps a full length book if I can remain dedicated. So, in the mean time I wanted to contribute to this part of the site, especially with the loss of Gobli (for the time being), a constant and dedicated writer.
So here I have written the first part of a story with three different perspectives. I would like to thank Lord Carlisle. While this member has been absent for a long while, they did start a RP long ago that influenced this story.
So here you are, Part One!
Thanks for reading!
So here I have written the first part of a story with three different perspectives. I would like to thank Lord Carlisle. While this member has been absent for a long while, they did start a RP long ago that influenced this story.
So here you are, Part One!
Lightning shook the earth and waves crashed against the walls of Bayford. A young woman sat in a garden, dressed in a black dress and veil and holding a deep red rose. She listened solemnly to the pitter patter of the rain and the ocean. The woman stood up from the bench she sat upon, and approached a grave, freshly dug. She knelt next to the tablet erecting from the ground and began to weep. The falling water disguised her tears.
“Sweet Mari…”she choked, “Mari, return to us, please. We need you, Mari. Father needs you, mother needs you, and I need you.” The young woman shut her eyes tight and fell forward. The veil fell off and her wet chestnut hair fell from its neatly done bun. “Mari, please. Please, Mari, please please please come back.”
“Loraine…” a voice called to her. The young woman quickly looked back, to see the red and puffed face of her younger sister. The little girl’s auburn was hair plastered to her face and her eyes shone. A young girl of only fourteen.
“Fiona. Come here, Fiona.” Loraine beckoned.
“I miss Mari.” Fiona said. “Father won’t talk about it and mother has yet to come out of her chambers.” The young girl said as she knelt beside her older sister. Mari had been the youngest of the three, died only at the ripe age of eleven.
“It is okay. She went peacefully. Her illness was a quick and painless one. And Mari is now in a better place. Mari is watching us and waiting for us to go to meet her. Trust me, we will see her again. But right now, we need to remain strong. Can you do that for her? Remain strong for Mari?”
Fiona nodded. “How did she get sick?”
“A rat, perhaps. Ships carry many rats from foreign lands, full of disease and sickness. You must not worry about it.” Loraine told her sister.
“Is it possible she was poisoned? Father went to Lord Galon’s court, and returned with a priestess…I overheard her say that it was dark magic.”
“It was a dream, Fiona. Dark magic is not true. Come, let us get you inside. We will get ill if we wait out here any longer. It is late. I think you should get some sleep.” Loraine suggested.
The two sisters walked back toward their home, a manse that hung on the edge of a cliff above the seas.
Fiona stared up at Loraine with big eyes. Fiona was shorter than the average girl, and Loraine taller. “Are you sure it was a dream, Loraine?”
The older girl smiled. “I am sure. Go get some rest.”
Once Fiona’s door was firmly shut and the candle within extinguished, Loraine hurried down the halls to her father’s chambers. Fiona’s words shook Loraine to her core. If Mari had been killed through some dark arts and her father knew… I mustn’t think like that, she told herself.
Her father should have sent Mari to Lostand. Surely the wise sorcerers of the Holy Tower there could have healed her. The fact that he didn’t must be proof that Fiona was, in fact, dreaming when she heard this cruel lie.
Loraine raised her fist to knock on the door before she heard violent coughing. She knocked and the door creaked open. Her father stood over a pile of papers, his eyes red and puffy much like Fiona’s had been. He had the same hair as Loraine, only his covered his jaw and chin as well. Her father was a broad shouldered man, and wide of face.
“Loraine, not right now. You must forgive me; our liege lord has requested I increase the tax again and I can’t have—“
“Did you have a priestess examine Mari?” Loraine interrupted.
Her father was taken aback. “Loraine…where did you hear such things?”
“Answer me, Father!”
“Yes…” her father sighed. “And yes, she said it was sorcery. Loraine, trust me, you don’t know what is happening.”
“Why didn’t you send for a wizard?! He could have healed Mari. You didn’t do anything for her!”
“The wizards won’t come to Bayford!” the man shouted. “I sent word to them and they said we weren’t the only ones with a request to heal someone with similar symptoms. They tried on one peasant girl, they wrote, and lost a sorcerer in the process. They wouldn’t risk it on Mari, nor will they try it on your mother.”
Loraine took a step backwards and her jaw dropped. “M-mother is sick. But…”
“She and I both. I fear for your health and Fiona’s. I have arranged for you two to leave Bayford. The Nest is said to be lovely this time of the year. Bayford is becoming a dangerous place. Peasants are falling ill and they say Lord Galon’s own heir is dying as well. Mari was not targeted. Some wicked magic has been placed over Bayford.”
“Father, I can’t go to the Nest! My place is here! Please!” Loraine wept once more. “Fiona will love the mountains, but let me stay. Please, Father! I love the sea! I love the beautiful city.”
“You must go. I have arranged safe passage. Lord Galon is a close friend of mine, and is willing to claim you his daughters. You couldn’t have asked for anything more from the world. You will be good enough to marry a lord. You can and will go to the Nest!”
Loraine was about to protest, but was stopped by her father coughing violently once more. He fell forward, knocking the papers from his table. Loraine ran from the room.
She ran to her chambers and muffled her cries into her pillow. “The Nest! Of all places, the Nest! Why not send me to hell already!?”
I cannot go to the Nest. My place is here…
“I will not go to the Nest.” Loraine said aloud.
The girl hefted up a sack and began to fill it with her essential belongings: Coin and a blade. Loraine tucked the red rose in there as well. She changed from the black dress into the clothing her grandmother gave her so long ago. It was clothing her grandmother had worn in her youth, back when she was a mere peasant of Bayford. They would disguise Loraine well enough.
She left a note on her bed and shut left the Cliffside manse behind her. Loraine is dead, she thought. Lanaerin will serve in her place. I am now Lany, a peasant.
“Sweet Mari…”she choked, “Mari, return to us, please. We need you, Mari. Father needs you, mother needs you, and I need you.” The young woman shut her eyes tight and fell forward. The veil fell off and her wet chestnut hair fell from its neatly done bun. “Mari, please. Please, Mari, please please please come back.”
“Loraine…” a voice called to her. The young woman quickly looked back, to see the red and puffed face of her younger sister. The little girl’s auburn was hair plastered to her face and her eyes shone. A young girl of only fourteen.
“Fiona. Come here, Fiona.” Loraine beckoned.
“I miss Mari.” Fiona said. “Father won’t talk about it and mother has yet to come out of her chambers.” The young girl said as she knelt beside her older sister. Mari had been the youngest of the three, died only at the ripe age of eleven.
“It is okay. She went peacefully. Her illness was a quick and painless one. And Mari is now in a better place. Mari is watching us and waiting for us to go to meet her. Trust me, we will see her again. But right now, we need to remain strong. Can you do that for her? Remain strong for Mari?”
Fiona nodded. “How did she get sick?”
“A rat, perhaps. Ships carry many rats from foreign lands, full of disease and sickness. You must not worry about it.” Loraine told her sister.
“Is it possible she was poisoned? Father went to Lord Galon’s court, and returned with a priestess…I overheard her say that it was dark magic.”
“It was a dream, Fiona. Dark magic is not true. Come, let us get you inside. We will get ill if we wait out here any longer. It is late. I think you should get some sleep.” Loraine suggested.
The two sisters walked back toward their home, a manse that hung on the edge of a cliff above the seas.
Fiona stared up at Loraine with big eyes. Fiona was shorter than the average girl, and Loraine taller. “Are you sure it was a dream, Loraine?”
The older girl smiled. “I am sure. Go get some rest.”
Once Fiona’s door was firmly shut and the candle within extinguished, Loraine hurried down the halls to her father’s chambers. Fiona’s words shook Loraine to her core. If Mari had been killed through some dark arts and her father knew… I mustn’t think like that, she told herself.
Her father should have sent Mari to Lostand. Surely the wise sorcerers of the Holy Tower there could have healed her. The fact that he didn’t must be proof that Fiona was, in fact, dreaming when she heard this cruel lie.
Loraine raised her fist to knock on the door before she heard violent coughing. She knocked and the door creaked open. Her father stood over a pile of papers, his eyes red and puffy much like Fiona’s had been. He had the same hair as Loraine, only his covered his jaw and chin as well. Her father was a broad shouldered man, and wide of face.
“Loraine, not right now. You must forgive me; our liege lord has requested I increase the tax again and I can’t have—“
“Did you have a priestess examine Mari?” Loraine interrupted.
Her father was taken aback. “Loraine…where did you hear such things?”
“Answer me, Father!”
“Yes…” her father sighed. “And yes, she said it was sorcery. Loraine, trust me, you don’t know what is happening.”
“Why didn’t you send for a wizard?! He could have healed Mari. You didn’t do anything for her!”
“The wizards won’t come to Bayford!” the man shouted. “I sent word to them and they said we weren’t the only ones with a request to heal someone with similar symptoms. They tried on one peasant girl, they wrote, and lost a sorcerer in the process. They wouldn’t risk it on Mari, nor will they try it on your mother.”
Loraine took a step backwards and her jaw dropped. “M-mother is sick. But…”
“She and I both. I fear for your health and Fiona’s. I have arranged for you two to leave Bayford. The Nest is said to be lovely this time of the year. Bayford is becoming a dangerous place. Peasants are falling ill and they say Lord Galon’s own heir is dying as well. Mari was not targeted. Some wicked magic has been placed over Bayford.”
“Father, I can’t go to the Nest! My place is here! Please!” Loraine wept once more. “Fiona will love the mountains, but let me stay. Please, Father! I love the sea! I love the beautiful city.”
“You must go. I have arranged safe passage. Lord Galon is a close friend of mine, and is willing to claim you his daughters. You couldn’t have asked for anything more from the world. You will be good enough to marry a lord. You can and will go to the Nest!”
Loraine was about to protest, but was stopped by her father coughing violently once more. He fell forward, knocking the papers from his table. Loraine ran from the room.
She ran to her chambers and muffled her cries into her pillow. “The Nest! Of all places, the Nest! Why not send me to hell already!?”
I cannot go to the Nest. My place is here…
“I will not go to the Nest.” Loraine said aloud.
The girl hefted up a sack and began to fill it with her essential belongings: Coin and a blade. Loraine tucked the red rose in there as well. She changed from the black dress into the clothing her grandmother gave her so long ago. It was clothing her grandmother had worn in her youth, back when she was a mere peasant of Bayford. They would disguise Loraine well enough.
She left a note on her bed and shut left the Cliffside manse behind her. Loraine is dead, she thought. Lanaerin will serve in her place. I am now Lany, a peasant.
Thanks for reading!