Once Upon a Time - Medieval (open)

[confliction]

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Kaleb frowned at her statement, leaning forward and crossing his arms over his chest. "What? Serena, I hope you don't think any of that was real. I mean, it was, but none of it mattered. They weren't affairs, they were just.. they were nothing." he muttered, uncrossing his arms and picking at the grass.

[Komaniac]

Serena Alice Jones
Eldest Princess - 18 - Elyadon
Serena sighed softly, looking down and closing her eyes as she thought. She bit her lip insecurely. "That probably makes it even worse." she muttered softly. The girl pressed a hand against her head before standing up. "I... I should probably go... I can't think clear at this moment and I don't want to get into a fight with you..."

[confliction]

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Kaleb opened his mouth as she stood, about to make her stay, but shut it. He wasn't sure how to react at her leaving him all alone, so he just stayed sitting. Frustrated, the prince stood after a while, picking up a loose rock and throwing it far into the pond. It shattered the water's surface, sender ripples all the way out to him. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. When the two of them got married, they were probably going to fight all the time. Probably..

[Komaniac]

Serena Alice Jones
Eldest Princess - 18 - Elyadon
Serena sighed softly as she walked her way back through the garden, soon finding the spot where she an KC had met last night. The princess sat down on the bench and buried her face in her hands. Her brain was a giant mess. She couldn't quite take it anymore. All the bad things seemed to happen at the same time. Maybe she was just tired. Serena looked back up as she tried to order her mind. She knew she had to apologize to KC because of her remark. It definetly hadn't been nice to say that. She sighed as she stared in front of her, not minding the fact it was pretty cold. The girl had to control her emotions first, before she should talk to other people again.

[confliction]

Nickolas Nathaniel Jonathon Charles ~ Prince ~ Elyadon ~ Age 15

~Born when the first star appeared in the night sky,
This boy will never lie.
And no matter how they try,
This curse will not die.~

~But when he turns eighteen,
It has been foreseen,
That the curse will be lifted,
And he will be one of the gifted.~

Nick slowly came to, the world around him spinning like a top. He blinked several times, trying to get his bearings. He was in a carriage, tied up, and lying on one of the musty smelling benches. There was a window, and as he tilted his head upwards to sneak a peek out, the sun streamed through it and burned his eyes, making him wince. The prince tried to loosen the thick strands of rope around his wrists, but they were so tight that they were cutting off his circulation. His feet were bound as well, and he was in such an uncomfortable position that it hurt to move an inch. His back and neck ached, his brain pounding with dread. He could remember the mysterious man all too well, and wondered what his fate was to be. Was the prince going to be slaughtered in the forest where no one could hear him scream? Or tortured for information about the crown? Or held for ransom? The last thought didn't seem as dark, but it didn't help to lighten his mood. The jolting carriage slowly came to a stop and the prince could hear the horses whinnying from outside. The carriage sprang up a few inches as someone stepped off of it. Probably the coachman, who was probably the mysterious man that had kidnapped him. Nick prepared himself as the carriage door shuddered open, a pale face hovering close to his. It was a girl with dark blue eyes. He yelped in surprise as she pulled out a knife. "Who-Who are you?" he asked, his voice slightly shaking. She smiled with a secret behind her eyes, but didn't reply to his question. She stepped into the carriage, leaning down and slicing the bonds on his feet. she kept his wrists tied though.

The woman dragged him out of the carriage, and he took a quick look around, noting that the mysterious man was no where in sight. He was pushed into the forest, after she gagged him, and led him through the trees with no apparent pattern. He began to wonder if she knew where they were going when they came upon a tower. It wasn't a big tower, but it seemed sturdy enough to house a few floors. The woman knocked rapidly on the stained wooden door, three times, then turned to Nick and gave him another mysterious smile. "My name is Cassia." she whispered.

[ btw - I've added a new character. Her name is Cassia Morsa Zeed. She's a nun. ]

[Gypsy&AnimeLuver!<3]

(Hi everyone!)

Crystal basked in the sun, she continued to draw in her book. She smiled as the bird tweeted at her curiously. Its seemed somehow, reading her thoughts.

...(Anyone open?)...

[Komaniac]

[Tristan, KC, Serena, Tyler]

[peppersdots]

((Ok, see you soon.))

~Arabella, Princess of Elyadon~

"I'll hold onto you," she promised swinging into her saddle after grabbing her bow and quiver, placing her hand on his leg as they moved down the path as quickly as they dared. They soon reached the house and Arabella jumped from her saddle and ran inside, hoping someone was there. She caught the attention of a girl inside who said she would run for the doctor. Arabella went back outside for Patch. "The doctor's on his way," she smiled at him, taking his feet out of the stirrups. She looked up at him. "Now you keep your promise; you stay alive. OK? For me?"

((@ABCDKIM Here's the last post between Arabella and Patch. Glad you're back.))

[h.ab.its]

{Hi guys.Do I need to repost my forum or what??Also sorry for it being so late...had a lot}

[Komaniac]

Tyler Black
Head knight - 17 - Avalon
Tyler sighed softly as he finished brushing his horse, Ren. He smiled as he stroked the back of his loyal friend before he stretched and turned to walk out of the stables. The knight barely had any sleep last night due to travelling back and forth between Avalon and Elyadon, but it was needed. Tyler just walked around a bit before heading towards the practise field. No matter how tired the knight was, training had always been more important to him as sleep. Every knight should be able to fight in every condition, after all.