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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 8:50 am
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Okay, since this is gonna be 24 chapters long, gonna do half of it, let you guys comment, then do the other half. That sound good? Okay. ^^
btw, just so I don't get any more of those Ninja Turtle cracks, here are the titles of the whole series so you get the reference: Raphael, Uriel, Gabriel, Michael. There! (I'm sorry, I'm just sick of those Goddamned jokes. ><) Anyway, on with the story. Also, the little poem looking thing at the top is supposed to be a little intro dealy and you're not supposed to understand it yet (PM me for translation if you want.)
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 9:05 am
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U evolia abba Erol legne co e in Hashahnona Raphael
Chapter 1
"Gunther," called the knight. The page looked up from grooming the man's horse. He gave Zephyr a last pat before turning.
Leonard looked at him. The man was one of the tall knights one could see riding down the Royal Highway often. His black hair was greasy and slicked back from his face and his beard curling. He wore the finest of red tunics, the blackest of breeches and boots, and a golden ring bearing his king's sign.
Gunther was small for his age, thirteen. His brown hair hung in his face, partially obscuring his cobalt eyes.
While Leonard's clothing was of the finest quality, the page's was little more than rags hanging from his pitifully thin frame. His tunic was of fading black material, appearing gray. His jerkin was a simple peasant's one, brown outside and in. His pants, torn at the ankles, of a dirty cream color hung low on his protruding hips. His shoes were small, barely reaching above his ankles, and of worn brown leather.
"Where were you last night?" Gunther averted his eyes from his master's. He shuffled his feet awkwardly.
"At the inn, Sir Leonard."
"Why were you there?" The man paced around the boy, drawing his sword. One of his many contacts at the inn had told him of the boy's arrival. The page had stayed in the comfort of a warm bed with food in his belly that night. He had explicitly told the boy the other night that he was to deliver the message to Sir Olaf and return to their camp. The fool had never returned.
"I... I was d-delivering your message." Gunther bowed his head. "I waited for him, but he never came. It was so cold...and I..."
"You disobeyed me," finished the man. Gunther closed his eyes. He soon felt the flat of the sword against his back. After twenty lashes and cries, Leonard stopped. "Go. Take Zephyr and deliver the message."
The boy nodded, saddling the white horse and riding through branch and thorn to the nearby village where Olaf was staying. The forest was clogged with the last autumn's leaf mold. The sodden ground, on its way to becoming a bog, held many pools of water that had helped wear jagged ridges from the rock hidden beneath the covering of mush. The oaks, pines, and a few beeches were dotted around the glades along with the strange okoka trees. Although it sounded as if it were a nut producing tree, the okoka bore fruit and were the home of the other curiosity that ranged through the kingdom: a lizard with skunk like stripes that passersby usually gave a wide berth.
Moving out of the wood, the page came to a well-traveled dirt track. Ahead lay the village, Ania, which was more of a jumble of peasant shacks made small and of oak surrounding the surprisingly large square where the inn was located. Gunther stopped as he came to the inn, handed the parchment over to Sir Olaf's page, who gazed up at him pityingly and nodded before returning inside, and rode back toward camp.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 9:19 am
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Chapter 2
Gunther reined in Zephyr sharply. He was in the thick of the forest, so the sight he had found was an oddity indeed. A black horse stood alone atop a small, rocky ridge. It was saddled, but without a rider. The page dismounted with Zephyr’s reins in one hand and dagger in the other. The black horse looked at him, its brown eyes wide. Gunther looked over the edge of the ridge. A warrior lay still at the bottom in a pool of muddy, leaf covered water. The boy turned, sheathing his dagger and sliding down to the man. He cut his hands upon the jagged rock, wincing but not acknowledging the pain. Dropping down the last few feet, he knelt beside the warrior. The man was dressed strangely, though the youth took no notice of this. At the moment, his foremost thought was the health of the man before him. “Sir?” Gunther turned the man over. His dark brown hair contrasted with his pale face sharply, as did the small lump above his eye. A wound from a sling stone, already somewhat healed. The man stirred at the page’s call. His gray blue eyes locked upon the lad dazedly. The boy shuddered slightly. He had never seen such eyes. They were beautiful, truly. “Are you all right? Who are you?” asked Gunther. The nameless one gripped the hilt of his sword upon fully awakening. “My name is of no consequence.” He sat. “What do you wish of me, boy?” “My name is Gunther,” said the boy. “I am a page of Sir Leonard the Red. I was going back to him when I saw your horse and found you.” “My horse? Oh. There you are, Argo!” Gunther stiffened as the black horse sniffed his hair. “Gunther, you said?” “Yes, sir,” said the thirteen-year-old humbly. “It grows dark as we speak. Stay with me for the night.” At this, the page refused gently, but the man merely said, “I won’t have you lost in these woods to come to injury.” It was the end of the discussion.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 10:59 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 2:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 5:19 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 12:28 pm
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((lol. They won't be too long.))
Chapter 3
Gunther often wondered in later years why this man had intrigued him. It must have been his clothing, his bow, or his sword. The man’s clothing consisted of well-worn gray pants that reached to his ankles and a short sleeved shirt. Over that he wore a green, tasseled tunic. His sandal-clad feet were somewhat familiar—Gunther had often seen these types of sandals in the southern ports when Sir Leonard decided to take him along. The man’s bow was a longbow suited for the arm long arrows it threw. This rested at his side on the ground with his sword. The blade Gunther could not see, but the scabbard was black steel tipped with gold and the sword’s hilt was of plain obsidian stone. “Are you hungry?” The question came as a shock and brought the boy out of his reverie. No one ever asked him if he were hungry! Gunther nodded. “I’ll go find some food for us, sir,” he said quickly. “No need.” With that, the man loosed two arrows. Two bulbous fruits fell from the trees. The flesh was pale yellow, green at the top. Gunther took them, giving one fruit and the arrows back. After viewing it quizzically, he bit into the soft flesh. It was glorious! The meat tasted sweeter than any other fruit he had ever had. Juice soon ran rivers down his chin onto his tunic.
“Oh, thank you, sir.” The boy groaned in pleasure as he ate. “You needn’t call me that, Gunther,” said the man, smiling around his fruit. Gunther stopped in mid bite. “What do you mean, sir?” Wasn’t it rude not to refer to a nobleman as sir? “My name. Call me by my name.” There the man paused, as if unsure whether to give his name, forgetting, it seemed, his earlier statement of it being of no consequence. Gunther leaned forward eagerly. The man grasped the front of his tunic sharply, pulling him forward. Gunther’s mind reeled. Was this man’s name so secret? Was it so powerful? It was neither. The man merely wiped the dripping fruit juice from the page’s face! “It’s Raphael.” Gunther gave the man a hurt look. His eyes caught on the black bracelets the man wore that nearly reached from his wrists to his forearms. These shone in the light of their fire, hypnotizing him for a moment. Wait… His name is…? “Raphael?” The man nodded, stabbing a passing lizard with a dagger and roasting it. Gunther stared. That’s my dagger, he thought dumbly. Raphael handed it to him.
“Meat?” Gunther took it, pondering why his companion had given it to him as he ate. “No, it’s not poisonous. In fact, it improves your stamina.” The boy sighed with relief. Then stood. “I shouldn’t stay. Sir Leonard will be angry enough already.” The man refused. Gunther persisted, “Please, at least permit me to keep watch.” “I can’t.” Raphael stood. “You look weary. Rest, Gunther, and don’t argue with me.” Gunther sighed, exasperated, as he lay beside the fire. Raphael watched silently as the page closed his eyes. He drew his sword, seating himself beside the boy, far enough away to provide protection if they were attacked, close enough to reach out and gently run a hand down his cheek.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 12:31 pm
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