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|The Forsaken (standard:fantasy, 6862 words)|
|Author: Ambrosious||Added: Feb 16 2001||Views/Reads: 2625/1901||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Typical sword and sorcery, chapter one.|
In the spacious chambers of the palatial house, a woman screamed out in the throes of childbirth. Lord Protector Kurlz paced the floor outside the birthing chamber. It hurt him to hear the pain his wife was experiencing. He looked at the barred door for the thousandth time and thought once again about entering the birthing chamber. For the thousandth time, he dismissed the idea. His top aide, Kenning, paced with him, taking every step Lord Protector Kurlz took. “Surely it should be over by now?” Kurlz asked of his aide. “Your majesty,” said Kenning, “if there was trouble, the medic would have been called. Why don’t we retire to your study and go over this years tribute figures?” “I wouldn’t be able to think just now. I will stay here until the end. You can go, however.” “I’ll stay with you, if you don’t mind sir?’ “Stay or go, it makes no difference to me,” stated Kurlz matter of factly. The halls shook once again with an ear splitting scream and once again Kurlz came close to barging through the door of the chamber. His wife moaned and yelled her protest at her body being put through such torture. He heard every vile curse and epithet. His heir must be causing quite a bit of hurt in coming forth from her womb. Back and forth, the two men strode the length of the hall. “Auuuuuurrrrrggghhhhhh!” screamed Lady Protector Kurlz. The pain she was being subjected to was indescribable. To think that she had thought of the nine months carrying this child as painful! She would give anything to feel that pain yet again. “Feel the burn in your belly, and push it out,” instructed her midwife. Bella had been bringing life into this world for twenty years before now, and had everything under control. The room the two ladies were in was more elaborate by far than most birthing chambers Bella was used two. Two beautiful tapestries were hanging on the wall on either side of the chamber door. A wash stand stood next against the opposite wall. The window above the wash stand looked out into the private garden, located inside the castle walls. Lady Protector Kurlz lay upon down blankets and silk sheets on a grand mattress in a huge four posted bed. Drapes cut off the glare of the afternoon sun and cast a long shadow over the granite floor, into the private chamber reserved for lavatory functions. The Kurlz family crest hung upon the east wall, and the battle banner hung upon the west wall. Bella was brought back to the task at hand by another scream for her Lady Protector. Bella looked at the birth canal with great pleasure. The heir of the realm was making an appearance. The hair of the babe’s head appeared at the entrance of Lady Kurlz’s canal. Bella stooped over and retrieved blankets that she had placed on the floor in preparation for this time. Outside the castle walls, life went on. The 29th House and the birth of a new heir did not affect that many of the common folk. In fact, maybe the economy would turn around with the news of the birth. Many doubted this to be the case, as nothing the 29th House and it’s current Lord Protector turned out right. It was like a curse had gripped the land in it’s icy claws and now refused to relinquish the land from it’s own miserable ness. Great prophets and wizards had made the journey to the capitol city of Tuukston to witness the birth of the new Lord Protector. It was rumored that this Lord Protector was supposed to fulfill part of the Myclex Prophecies and become some kind of national hero. A hero was sorely needed right now. With the Eye flaring up last year, resulting in wide spread droughts and sicknesses of the skin that the Mages couldn’t heal. The world was in trouble and there was even talk that the world was entering the Death Cycle. If not, certainly the 29th House was. The kingdom and the mages, wizards, and prophets held their collective breath, as the labor continued. Click here to read the rest of this story (592 more lines)
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