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|LEGENDS OF DACOT (standard:adventure, 3143 words)|
|Author: poetrydiva||Added: Jul 20 2003||Views/Reads: 1912/1127||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
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On the day of the 15 of august in the year 1309, there was a birth that would change the history for the great Kingdom of Dacot. Born into no convenience or great wealth, this boy is nothing of great note to the King, who would one day feel his cold blade through his flesh. The boy is now a stable hand in the Kings Stables. He is the lowliest of servants sleeping on a hay mattress, dreaming of is next meal of thin soup with worms for protein. He has managed to survive seven and three quarter years. This is where his legend begins. Today is the naming day for all those born in the last 10 years. Today children as old as 9 or even 10 will finally have their own name. It is a day of great importance to the small boy off in the stables, who has been called " boy" or " street rat" his whole life. Today is the day he gets something of his very own. Being born into a family of servants to the King is not the worst of fates for most, but to this boy it is the worst thing that has ever happened in the world. Some cosmic break happened that august 15 that made him a slave to the whims of an ever crueler tyrant. " I'm finally going to have a name, Berta!" says the stable hand to his beloved horse. "After almost eight years! A name! No one is ever going to call me street rat again! Never!" The other workers that were working around the stables were smiling at the boy for his joy. Most were wearing the browns and grays of the castles servants. Others wore brighter colors such as blue or even a rare maroon. All wore the heavy boots of the King's Stable's. As he says this, the block master walks in to The Stables. He has a weak grin on his face. He knows this is the end of his amusement with THIS one. "Hey!" He shouts to the boy. At this the boy jumps and lands with his foot in horse manure. "That's what you get for not doing your job. Serves you right anyway being late to your own naming ceremony" He says, with the tight mouth and unkind eyes the boy has become accustom to. But today the boy has no time for being sheepish under his master's glare. He has a naming to get to. The boy runs to the square at the heart of the city. He made it to the square in two minutes flat. Still breathing heavily, he climbed the creaking wooden steps to the platform. "Today is a day of great importance!" cried the announcer. "This day is the day the future King will be named!" and an applause rung through out the square. "Today these children," making a sweeping gesture towards the large throng of children now on the platform." will be named!" The same shrill applause rung through the large square and into the boy's ear. He was so excited that he didn't even notice that the girl next to him was holding his nose and looking at him as if he had just made a rude sound. As the naming went on the boy only half heard the names being called, to busy looking around the square. He noticed things he was always too busy to notice before. Always rushing around, he'd had no time to notice to livery of the season. It was mid- spring and the shopkeepers had a large assortment of fruits and vegetables, the flower maids, as they were called, had many different colored blossoms. Looking into the crowed he saw people of many different social standings, the King in his throne on the end of the platform, The proud father in the front waiting for his son to be called The court nobles in the back talking politics with each other, The old maid, come to see the Prince be named and the boys with the mangy mutt playing fetch, with many others filling the spaces. All come to see the naming. The boy waited for hours to be called, he didn't know what order they were going. He did notice that the ones with the colorful cloths where getting fewer by the minute. Oh well, it shouldn't be long now, the boy thought. I should be called soon. But as the hours wore on and the light began to fade from the sky, he began to wonder if his turn would ever come. Just as he had finished that thought, he was called out of Click here to read the rest of this story (250 more lines)
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