|Lady Elysia's Sword (standard:fairy tales, 5419 words)|
|Author: Arielle||Added: Nov 12 2008||Views/Reads: 2096/1019||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Lady Elysia becomes bitter after losing a dear friend to the dragon Lorcàn. She teems up with the dragons next victim, Princess Valencia, and together they kill the dragon. Then Elysia meets the mysterious Princess Mercédes. Somehow she seem|
Lady Elysia's Sword Chapter 1 It started reminiscent of any other icy winter day. Cold enough to freeze bones, but not yet chilly enough to snow. I was sitting before the roaring fire of Lady Geneva's room, most of the other maids and ladies-in- waiting gathered around with me. Although we were covered in heavy wool blankets, the frosty air lingered on the gray stone walls of the chamber, causing occasional shivers to wrack us. We talked in hushed voices, as it was yet only three o'clock in the morning; but this had become a customary part of life for us. When it was too cold to sleep, all the women eager to chatter met in Lady Geneva's room to exchange court gossip and sew. It was an excellent place to made friends, and many a strong bond was made over warmth, good feeling, and embroidering. In fact, it was there I first met Azadeh, though I had seen her around the castle before many times. She was only a lowly maid, brought in to help tend to Lady Geneva's sweet obsession. Speaking with Azadeh was a refreshing break from the nonsensical conversations of the other ladies. She had an air of kindness that drew me to her, and often caused her to be reviled by some of the more spiteful and pompous women. I had taken to calling her Aza, and her nickname for me was Lysa, as both our names were a bit of a mouthful. Some said Aza was inhuman, born of an elf and a fairy, and I don't doubt that various parts of it may have been true. Aza had a queer way of looking at you from time to time, like she could see right through you to your very core, into your soul. She could also tell when something was wrong, just by closing her eyes and as she put it, “feeling” with her mind. Then again, that's what I call intuition, just as I believe Aza's opinion on everything in one's life being fated to happen a bit off. But that's Aza for you. On this particular early morning we were discussing the recent uprisings and anarchy of the realm, while we drank steaming cider from glazed clay mugs. Of course, Aza pleaded the common peasants' case. “You can't expect them to just fend for themselves, Lysa. They're people like us, and should have as much a chance to speak their mind as we do!” “Aza, they're revolting. We can't allow a reprieve of restraint now; it would seem like we're giving in. Then the next time they want something all they'll have to do is shout for their wish and we will give in. We can't let that happen.” She shook her head in disagreement. “It's a daunting world out there, Lysa. They need someone they can turn to for protection. If it isn't us, who will it be? The next kingdom that comes to conquer us?” Aza seemed about to say more but she hesitated, and at that moment I realized that the other ladies and maids had gone deathly still, focused on something-or someone- behind me. I fiercely battled my urge to turn around. “You both have equally fascinating points.” The smooth and lilting voice came from behind my back. “But could you please keep it down to a soft roar? Some of us are trying to sleep.” I went hot, then cold. Princess Valencia. Chapter 2 I felt that I was teetering on the brink of a precipice, with nothing to keep me safe should I fall. If I had displeased Princess Valencia, not only would I suffer; the position my family held at court could be ripped away in the blink of an eye. There was no way to disentangle myself. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, every nerve humming with a Click here to read the rest of this story (649 more lines)
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