Eh, this will probably be horrible, but who cares. I wrote this about a year ago. My writing skills have improved since then.
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Somewhere in a land called Mythona (Myth-own-a)
“Lala! Lala!” A small child cried happily, and she ran over to an older woman. The woman had white hair, but her eyes shone like a wet fern bush, green and beautiful. “There you are my sweetie pie,” she cooed, picking up the young girl and twirling her in a very lively fashion.
“Tell me a story Lala!” The girl giggled, tugging at Lala’s hair. “Oh, alright. I tell you a story.” Lala laughed, setting the girl down on some furs. “What should I tell a story about?” she questioned the little girl, sitting down slowly. “Tell a story about Alasia!” “Alasia, hmm? I have a good one for you…”
“There once was a young woman, named Alasia, but she wasn’t quite normal. She was part of a prophecy, of an explorer who was half elf half human, which allowed her to speak in any language she desired. Her parents were the lovers, her mother an elf, and her father a human. Alasia was also quite beautiful, her hair was as red as fire, her eyes as green as polished emeralds. Alasia’s skin also resembled a fine buckskin color; her hair was almost always down, except two braids crowning her head, tied by a crimson ribbon in the back. Due to her heritage, she was abandoned at a young age, to be adopted by the princess in the royal family.” Lala frowned at this, as if remembering an old memory. “Anyways, Alasia lived in the palace as a baby, but convinced the princess to let her learn boys’ things such as sword fighting, and horseback riding. Let me start there.
“It was Alasia’s first day of etiquette tutoring, where she was to learn lady-like things for her upcoming potential as a queen of a foreign kingdom.
Alasia walked into the dining room furiously, to see her uncle, the Crown prince.
“What’s wrong Alasia?” Her eldest uncle asked his face full of concern.
“Mother won’t let me sword fight, horseback ride, or even learn how to make maps!” She snarled, promptly murmuring something under her breath.
Sitting down at the table across from her uncle, she stabbed a piece of meat on the tray angrily before biting it. “She says it’s unladylike,” Alasia said in a high voice, mocking her adopted mother.
“Alasia…” Her uncle started, but she cut him off in rage.
“I don’t want to learn how to ride side-saddle, or to speak another language,” she went on, ignoring his growingly angry features.
“Alasia!” He stood up, his temper getting the best of him.
She looked at him, her green eyes blazing fiercely, her mouth in a scowl. “What?” Alasia demanded, not caring to brush the ruby hair out of her eyes.
“Calm down, it’s not good for you,” he told her, his face like stone. Reaching down, he picked up Alaisia’s cat, Francesca, and started petting the cat’s silver tabby fur softly.
“Who cares what’s good for me…” Alasia grumbled, crossing her arms and leaning back into the chair. It was quite a cozy chair, she noticed, but put that aside to make room for her irritation.
Apparently that was the end of the conversation, for her uncle simply stood up and left with her cat. Good. She was finished with this piece of filth castle.
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. : C h a p t e r | O n e : .
Somewhere in a land called Mythona (Myth-own-a)
“Lala! Lala!” A small child cried happily, and she ran over to an older woman. The woman had white hair, but her eyes shone like a wet fern bush, green and beautiful. “There you are my sweetie pie,” she cooed, picking up the young girl and twirling her in a very lively fashion.
“Tell me a story Lala!” The girl giggled, tugging at Lala’s hair. “Oh, alright. I tell you a story.” Lala laughed, setting the girl down on some furs. “What should I tell a story about?” she questioned the little girl, sitting down slowly. “Tell a story about Alasia!” “Alasia, hmm? I have a good one for you…”
“There once was a young woman, named Alasia, but she wasn’t quite normal. She was part of a prophecy, of an explorer who was half elf half human, which allowed her to speak in any language she desired. Her parents were the lovers, her mother an elf, and her father a human. Alasia was also quite beautiful, her hair was as red as fire, her eyes as green as polished emeralds. Alasia’s skin also resembled a fine buckskin color; her hair was almost always down, except two braids crowning her head, tied by a crimson ribbon in the back. Due to her heritage, she was abandoned at a young age, to be adopted by the princess in the royal family.” Lala frowned at this, as if remembering an old memory. “Anyways, Alasia lived in the palace as a baby, but convinced the princess to let her learn boys’ things such as sword fighting, and horseback riding. Let me start there.
“It was Alasia’s first day of etiquette tutoring, where she was to learn lady-like things for her upcoming potential as a queen of a foreign kingdom.
Alasia walked into the dining room furiously, to see her uncle, the Crown prince.
“What’s wrong Alasia?” Her eldest uncle asked his face full of concern.
“Mother won’t let me sword fight, horseback ride, or even learn how to make maps!” She snarled, promptly murmuring something under her breath.
Sitting down at the table across from her uncle, she stabbed a piece of meat on the tray angrily before biting it. “She says it’s unladylike,” Alasia said in a high voice, mocking her adopted mother.
“Alasia…” Her uncle started, but she cut him off in rage.
“I don’t want to learn how to ride side-saddle, or to speak another language,” she went on, ignoring his growingly angry features.
“Alasia!” He stood up, his temper getting the best of him.
She looked at him, her green eyes blazing fiercely, her mouth in a scowl. “What?” Alasia demanded, not caring to brush the ruby hair out of her eyes.
“Calm down, it’s not good for you,” he told her, his face like stone. Reaching down, he picked up Alaisia’s cat, Francesca, and started petting the cat’s silver tabby fur softly.
“Who cares what’s good for me…” Alasia grumbled, crossing her arms and leaning back into the chair. It was quite a cozy chair, she noticed, but put that aside to make room for her irritation.
Apparently that was the end of the conversation, for her uncle simply stood up and left with her cat. Good. She was finished with this piece of filth castle.
