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11 and 3
0 Reviews*WARNING* there are point of view jumps so this chapter might get confusing. *Update!:* i'm going through some editing.
A.N.: this chapter might get a little confusing with all the POV jumps.
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11 years later
"Jael, honey, why don't you play with the other kids." The woman whom raised me and I call mother asked tousling my hair.
"Ashira won't let me play with them." I pouted crossing my arms around my chest as a woman walked into the yard.
"Hello, Rohan," she said with a smile letting her long chestnut skirt trail in the dirt. She looked down at me and smiled a weak smile looking deeply into my eyes.
"I see," she paused as a frown formed on her face. "I see that your future is dark and shrouded. The gods must have something extraordinary planned for you." She turned to Rohan letting my gaze fall and cast at a lone piece of grass in our yard. "I'll be leaving as well as Aamir."
"Alright. May the gods be kind to you on your journey, Eman." She pulled the mystery woman's forehead and her own together before Eman left for her caravan.
--X--
"Romulus! Get out of the stables! The Volcus are only for soldiers!" my mother called.
"But--"
"No! When you're old enough you will ride one on the battle field now come and get ready for dinner." She ushered myself inside and upstairs so I could wash off and get changed so I could meet some of my parents' friends and their children. Once the maids tied the belt of my wrap together so it wouldn't all I was taken to the dining room.
"Prince Romulus." Somebody announced to my right. I walked down to my Father, mother and Brother Liam. Liam is three years younger than I am and my parents birth child. He is pretty much the exact mirror of myself but unlike myself he's outgoing.
"Romulus." My mother began as I noticed the family she was talking to earlier. "This is Eaerendil, his wife, Ishael, two daughters, Edeline and Galadreil, and son, Dorian." She motioned to each with one hand.
The sisters giggled and hid behind their parents. With their long golden hair trailing behind them. They looked to be five years my junior and like my brother, to be half elves. Dorian was probably a half elf like his sisters but that's when the similarities ended. Dorian's sisters' faces were bright and filled with light while his had a tint of darkness. His hair was darker as well as his eyes. He was also much taller, close to my five foot seven inches and like myself, to be still growing.
"Come. Let's eat."
--X--
3 years later
"Romulus, you must choose a bride soon or our dynasty won't survive the war." There goes my mother, the queen, with her over dramatic nonsense.
"Mother, you know you have another son. He is your son by birth so he should take the throne." I twisted away from the city surrounding the castle below us.
"But you are my son too and you are the eldest. You must proceed onward to rule. /with a wife. /" she said stroking my cheek. "Please at least look at the possibilities."
"Fine." I sighted looking away and tilting my head back.
"Good boy." She patted my cheek kissing my forehead. "Ornella, Ornetta, come we must get ready for the ball tonight. Good luck my son." She left leaving me to the large balcony where I could gaze upon the land and its people that I would soon inherit instead of my brother.
"Romulus, my boy." A dark beard man walked up to me and patted my back
"Good day father."
"Your destiny has been set in stone form when your mother first laid eyes on you. She could see you as a handsome, powerful king over all our lands. Sadly I must pass on the raging war against the Democisa Rebellion in the west desert."
"What about the Immundas?"
"What about them?"
"What are they exactly?"
"Immundas--they say--are the descendants of the goddess Jael. I myself am one and so are you. They are very wise and prominent but our people think of them as scum and impure to their race. Hence why they expel them from their society."
"But why?"
"Well, long ago, when our kind were first appearing the pharaoh of that time--I can't remember his name--thought that they were gods that were born into this world. But when more started to come he then thought that the gods were trying to punish us like they did to the people of Democisa. So he started a group of settlements along the edge of the forest. It's definitely grown so much since then. Even since my time there." The king sighed putting his elbows on the marble railing and rested his head in his hands crossing his feet, one ankle over the other.
"Romulus!" a boy, my younger brother, Liam, raced into the room. His bare feet were making a soft pat on the marble floor. His blonde hair bounced as he walked to our father and me.
"Are you ready of tonight?" his eyebrows raised slightly as a broad smile crossed his face.
"You're so weird." I laughed at him as he leaned on the balcony on his left arm.
"Yes but I have on record that Eman is supposed to be coming. I hear that she's got her eye on you."
--X--
"JAEL!" I heard a deep rumble from the forest entrance. "Gods be damned. Jael! Hurry up!"
"Coming Sargon." I pulled up some more water from the well and grabbed my other buckets before walking over to our patriarch. He was a tough and muscular man who I believe is one of the darkest in our village. His hair was bald except for a patch on the tip of his head where it was tied into a pony tail that separated into smaller matted versions of the original.
"You remember Aamir, correct?" he asked taking one of the buckets from my hands.
"Yes why?"
"He should be coming down from the mountains tomorrow."
"What does that have to do with me?" I stopped to look at his expression. It was blank.
"I was getting to that, child. Anyway, he wishes for an audience with you. The reason I know not but that's what he requested when I read his letter." We began walking as he answered.
"Alright." I said taking my bucket from him when we got to my cabin.
I began to walk to my door before he said, "Remember the King's guards are coming in three days time." He put up three fat stubby fingers.
"Yes, I remember, Sargon." I rolled my eyes taking he fresh water into my cabin. Sargon and his wife, Rohan, raised me since I was brought here to his calm wood. About a year ago they gave me my own home that was left by an Immunda named Eman who I believe became an entertainer. I never really knew here personally because she became a part of this nomad caravan when I was eleven and seldom came back before she got her big break then never came back after that. Aamir on the other hand joined the army and became a mercenary. For the past five years he spent his time in the Elven Mountains.
I opened the door and placed the water out of the way. Then headed back toward the door grabbing a basked of dirty clothes before leaving.
"Jael, you're coming to dinner tonight right?" Rohan asked before opening the gate that surrounded her home.
"Yes," I rolled my eyes.
--X--
"Ah, Sargon." A bright booming voice came from outside the old man's private grove.
"Aamir! I thought you wouldn't be here until tomorrow." The old patriarch stated sliding over on the log for his friend to sit down on.
"So this was where you would go?" the warrior looked around at the tree canopy then down toward the village through the trees.
"Yes, I find myself very calm here. Argon, the patriarch before me, said that this grove had spiritual powers."
"I see." Aamir said wringing a cloth he had in his hands. "So how's Jael?" he asked looking up to Sargon.
"She's still as naïve and innocent as ever." Sargon laughed.
"Yeah."
"Come the women are making dinner."
--X--
"Sargon." Rohan said walking up to her husband and kissed him on the cheek. "Well, well. I didn't think you'd be here until tomorrow Aamir."
"The god's work in mysterious ways I guess." He said taking a seat on the rug that was lying on the floor.
"And who is this?" she motioned to the soldier who sat down to Aamir's left.
"I am Amon. Your friend told me plenty about his home land."
"Ah. Let me call for Jael. I told her to pick some fruit for desert." She told them walking to the back door.
--X--
The ballroom was filled with couples garbed in fancy tunics and robes dancing, waiting for my brother or myself to ask the ladies to dance or socializing amongst themselves. I really wasn't one to talk to people let alone ask a woman who all she thinks about is marrying a prince.
"Father. My I go, please?" I asked my father who was dancing with my mother and just crossed in front of me.
"You can wen you dance with one girl. Your brother looks like he's having fun." She motioned to Liam who was circled by many Elven girls with Dorian.
"Yeah but--" I was cut off by one of my father's sentries bursting into the room.
"I'm gratefully sorry my liege, but we just got word from the front." He handed my father a letter that he dug from his pocket.
"Romulus! Liam! We must go west." He sighed his voice falling a bit. I swiped the paper and skimmed it. Liam then took it from me and began to read it to himself in a hushed voice. "Ishtar, please take good care. Rule justly in my stead." He emphasized justly and kissed her forehead. He left shortly after, heading toward the stables followed by the rest of the men in the room including my brother, my best friend and myself. In the stable the chirps of the volcus that were sitting in their stalls greeted us. I stroked the beak then pulled it out before mounting with the others and riding off toward the desert.
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11 years later
"Jael, honey, why don't you play with the other kids." The woman whom raised me and I call mother asked tousling my hair.
"Ashira won't let me play with them." I pouted crossing my arms around my chest as a woman walked into the yard.
"Hello, Rohan," she said with a smile letting her long chestnut skirt trail in the dirt. She looked down at me and smiled a weak smile looking deeply into my eyes.
"I see," she paused as a frown formed on her face. "I see that your future is dark and shrouded. The gods must have something extraordinary planned for you." She turned to Rohan letting my gaze fall and cast at a lone piece of grass in our yard. "I'll be leaving as well as Aamir."
"Alright. May the gods be kind to you on your journey, Eman." She pulled the mystery woman's forehead and her own together before Eman left for her caravan.
--X--
"Romulus! Get out of the stables! The Volcus are only for soldiers!" my mother called.
"But--"
"No! When you're old enough you will ride one on the battle field now come and get ready for dinner." She ushered myself inside and upstairs so I could wash off and get changed so I could meet some of my parents' friends and their children. Once the maids tied the belt of my wrap together so it wouldn't all I was taken to the dining room.
"Prince Romulus." Somebody announced to my right. I walked down to my Father, mother and Brother Liam. Liam is three years younger than I am and my parents birth child. He is pretty much the exact mirror of myself but unlike myself he's outgoing.
"Romulus." My mother began as I noticed the family she was talking to earlier. "This is Eaerendil, his wife, Ishael, two daughters, Edeline and Galadreil, and son, Dorian." She motioned to each with one hand.
The sisters giggled and hid behind their parents. With their long golden hair trailing behind them. They looked to be five years my junior and like my brother, to be half elves. Dorian was probably a half elf like his sisters but that's when the similarities ended. Dorian's sisters' faces were bright and filled with light while his had a tint of darkness. His hair was darker as well as his eyes. He was also much taller, close to my five foot seven inches and like myself, to be still growing.
"Come. Let's eat."
--X--
3 years later
"Romulus, you must choose a bride soon or our dynasty won't survive the war." There goes my mother, the queen, with her over dramatic nonsense.
"Mother, you know you have another son. He is your son by birth so he should take the throne." I twisted away from the city surrounding the castle below us.
"But you are my son too and you are the eldest. You must proceed onward to rule. /with a wife. /" she said stroking my cheek. "Please at least look at the possibilities."
"Fine." I sighted looking away and tilting my head back.
"Good boy." She patted my cheek kissing my forehead. "Ornella, Ornetta, come we must get ready for the ball tonight. Good luck my son." She left leaving me to the large balcony where I could gaze upon the land and its people that I would soon inherit instead of my brother.
"Romulus, my boy." A dark beard man walked up to me and patted my back
"Good day father."
"Your destiny has been set in stone form when your mother first laid eyes on you. She could see you as a handsome, powerful king over all our lands. Sadly I must pass on the raging war against the Democisa Rebellion in the west desert."
"What about the Immundas?"
"What about them?"
"What are they exactly?"
"Immundas--they say--are the descendants of the goddess Jael. I myself am one and so are you. They are very wise and prominent but our people think of them as scum and impure to their race. Hence why they expel them from their society."
"But why?"
"Well, long ago, when our kind were first appearing the pharaoh of that time--I can't remember his name--thought that they were gods that were born into this world. But when more started to come he then thought that the gods were trying to punish us like they did to the people of Democisa. So he started a group of settlements along the edge of the forest. It's definitely grown so much since then. Even since my time there." The king sighed putting his elbows on the marble railing and rested his head in his hands crossing his feet, one ankle over the other.
"Romulus!" a boy, my younger brother, Liam, raced into the room. His bare feet were making a soft pat on the marble floor. His blonde hair bounced as he walked to our father and me.
"Are you ready of tonight?" his eyebrows raised slightly as a broad smile crossed his face.
"You're so weird." I laughed at him as he leaned on the balcony on his left arm.
"Yes but I have on record that Eman is supposed to be coming. I hear that she's got her eye on you."
--X--
"JAEL!" I heard a deep rumble from the forest entrance. "Gods be damned. Jael! Hurry up!"
"Coming Sargon." I pulled up some more water from the well and grabbed my other buckets before walking over to our patriarch. He was a tough and muscular man who I believe is one of the darkest in our village. His hair was bald except for a patch on the tip of his head where it was tied into a pony tail that separated into smaller matted versions of the original.
"You remember Aamir, correct?" he asked taking one of the buckets from my hands.
"Yes why?"
"He should be coming down from the mountains tomorrow."
"What does that have to do with me?" I stopped to look at his expression. It was blank.
"I was getting to that, child. Anyway, he wishes for an audience with you. The reason I know not but that's what he requested when I read his letter." We began walking as he answered.
"Alright." I said taking my bucket from him when we got to my cabin.
I began to walk to my door before he said, "Remember the King's guards are coming in three days time." He put up three fat stubby fingers.
"Yes, I remember, Sargon." I rolled my eyes taking he fresh water into my cabin. Sargon and his wife, Rohan, raised me since I was brought here to his calm wood. About a year ago they gave me my own home that was left by an Immunda named Eman who I believe became an entertainer. I never really knew here personally because she became a part of this nomad caravan when I was eleven and seldom came back before she got her big break then never came back after that. Aamir on the other hand joined the army and became a mercenary. For the past five years he spent his time in the Elven Mountains.
I opened the door and placed the water out of the way. Then headed back toward the door grabbing a basked of dirty clothes before leaving.
"Jael, you're coming to dinner tonight right?" Rohan asked before opening the gate that surrounded her home.
"Yes," I rolled my eyes.
--X--
"Ah, Sargon." A bright booming voice came from outside the old man's private grove.
"Aamir! I thought you wouldn't be here until tomorrow." The old patriarch stated sliding over on the log for his friend to sit down on.
"So this was where you would go?" the warrior looked around at the tree canopy then down toward the village through the trees.
"Yes, I find myself very calm here. Argon, the patriarch before me, said that this grove had spiritual powers."
"I see." Aamir said wringing a cloth he had in his hands. "So how's Jael?" he asked looking up to Sargon.
"She's still as naïve and innocent as ever." Sargon laughed.
"Yeah."
"Come the women are making dinner."
--X--
"Sargon." Rohan said walking up to her husband and kissed him on the cheek. "Well, well. I didn't think you'd be here until tomorrow Aamir."
"The god's work in mysterious ways I guess." He said taking a seat on the rug that was lying on the floor.
"And who is this?" she motioned to the soldier who sat down to Aamir's left.
"I am Amon. Your friend told me plenty about his home land."
"Ah. Let me call for Jael. I told her to pick some fruit for desert." She told them walking to the back door.
--X--
The ballroom was filled with couples garbed in fancy tunics and robes dancing, waiting for my brother or myself to ask the ladies to dance or socializing amongst themselves. I really wasn't one to talk to people let alone ask a woman who all she thinks about is marrying a prince.
"Father. My I go, please?" I asked my father who was dancing with my mother and just crossed in front of me.
"You can wen you dance with one girl. Your brother looks like he's having fun." She motioned to Liam who was circled by many Elven girls with Dorian.
"Yeah but--" I was cut off by one of my father's sentries bursting into the room.
"I'm gratefully sorry my liege, but we just got word from the front." He handed my father a letter that he dug from his pocket.
"Romulus! Liam! We must go west." He sighed his voice falling a bit. I swiped the paper and skimmed it. Liam then took it from me and began to read it to himself in a hushed voice. "Ishtar, please take good care. Rule justly in my stead." He emphasized justly and kissed her forehead. He left shortly after, heading toward the stables followed by the rest of the men in the room including my brother, my best friend and myself. In the stable the chirps of the volcus that were sitting in their stalls greeted us. I stroked the beak then pulled it out before mounting with the others and riding off toward the desert.
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