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Post by Aurora on Nov 24, 2007 23:07:59 GMT -5
Aurora's delicate hands worked her magic on her beloved king. She was close to the king, running his every command. This, she knew, he was in pain, and she was trying to do everything in her power to ease it. She worked quickly around Ademar and occasionally accepting his help. "Thank you.." She would say to him greatfully after he would hand her something. There were bloody rags everywhere, but she cleared them and his wound soon was treated with the best herbs. There was no more blood. Her King would maybe be a bit sore, but that would be it. Aurora had healing hands. Everyone knew that. "He's going to be fine." She said as she brought in warm tea for him once he woke to ease the pain. "all My King needs is rest and calm for a little while and he will be well soon." She smiled to him as she could see that he was awake now. "Hello My king...My lady.." she said noticing that she had come in while she had been gone for a few breif moments. "drink this...it will ease your pain.. Her tone soft and calm so as not to give him a headache.
As he drank it she looked over to Ademar. "And you My lord? are you well or do you have wounds that need to be treated?" She was being polite. Her delicate for standing before him now as she bowed lightly before him. He intimidated her slightly seeing as he was named successor of the King. He was practically a prince.
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Post by Aurora on Nov 24, 2007 23:15:52 GMT -5
Arien had followed, or been forced to follow by Ademar's orders, to the King's chambers. It was the least of her worries as she went and sat down in a chair before the window. Her eyes focusing on something outside the huge window with a balcony. She didnt' say a wrod, but she knew well that Ademar was watching her. And now a queen was in the room. She would speak nothing of war as she seemed to focused. She knew so much, so very very much. Not to mention the fact that the girl in the room was annoying her horribly with her politeness. it was too much...
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Post by m3m0ria on Dec 16, 2007 21:14:12 GMT -5
A week would pass before Zika ever spoke a word to Arien or Ademar about their war efforts. He spent a majority of his time speaking with his wife. Elizabeth was always there for him, and had been the only tearful eye as he exited the kingdom ready to do battle for the people he ruled, yet had come to love. He loved her and she him.
Zika loved everything about her. Her beauty was unrivaled amongst anyone in the world. Her complexion a soft caramel, hair short down to her shoulders, housing the sweet smell of the flowers from the garden around back. Her soft lips full of love spoken and felt as she whispered in his ears as well as kissed his torn lips. She spoke of encouragement, pleading with him to not worry about the people and that the only thing that mattered at the moment was his recovery and the two of them. Zika closed his eyes absorbing the words of his beloved wife, taking in her words as though they were his life, the blood that pumped through his veins. It had been too long since he had heard her voice. It had been to long since he felt her touch. It had been to long. Sadly the realization of war ended Zika’s dream as a massive rock from a catapult blasted into the castle wall.
Zika’s body jolted forward and as he reopened his eyes he found himself staring into those of Ademar. Ademar resting in his chair peacefully yet poised, back straight against the back of the chair. Sword hilt firmly in his grasp, as the scabbard housing the sword stood point on the stone flooring. A week had truly gone by before Zika spoke to anyone other than his wife, but softly pushing her aside, Zika painfully sat himself up.
“Ademar, unite the four horsemen!” With that he painfully mad his way out of the bed, however after some time without walking his muscles could not take the weight right away so he quickly fell to one knee. His wife was there instantly to pick him up. “My King, my husband, you mustn’t fight. Your body is still too weak!” Zika said not a word in response; his stare was more than enough. With that Elizabeth slowly released her king and hastily made her way to the king’s chambers.
The King, hiding his pain behind his emotionless face, rose with pride from the stone floor in which he fell. He slowly blinked, reopening his eyes to the legendary red clothing of a legendary brotherhood. “Ademar, I repeat not my words.”
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Post by Ademar on Jan 1, 2008 22:41:11 GMT -5
-Ademar had been sitting in his chair waiting for the king to awaken when suddenly the loud thunderous crash of rock on rock filled the air as a boulder smashe dinto the wall. the shaking of the castle was like an earthquake none had felt in what but a long time past. Ademar had been throughn from his seat and the king uttered words he longed to hear for so long. "The Four Horsemen!"
Ademar stood with a smile on his face but the smile left him as he saw his king fall to the floor, ademar stood to him as his wife helped him to his feet. "You know as well as I, me and the hother horseman can handle any sort of batle, negh on our own...your more important now Zika...your not just a warrior anymore...your a king, legendary or not. You will stay behind...i will handle this myself"
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Post by Aurora on Jan 1, 2008 23:20:57 GMT -5
Aurora made her way to the infimiry with all the rags and such and made sure to put things back, yet she wondered why Ademar had not given her an answer as to whether he was wounded or not. She shrugged it off though and yet always found something to do whether it be to rearrange the Queen's chambers or to tend to the King. She was the only servant left who was loyal to the court. Not valueable at all, but still loyal. She had no where else to go as she went out to the castle gardens...this place was her pride and joy and she took good care of it.
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Post by Aurora on Jan 1, 2008 23:27:38 GMT -5
Arien was just wandering..being nosy around the castle
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Post by m3m0ria on Feb 27, 2008 2:58:01 GMT -5
“You know as well as I, me and the other horsemen can handle any sort of battle… your not just a warrior anymore…you’re a king, legendary or not. You will stay behind…I will handle this myself” Those were the words of Ademar. His face showed nothing, as he gazed into the eyes of the king. Zika once again closed his eyes, this time allowing tears to fall from his tightly closed eyes. “What did I do God? First they come to take away my kingdom, and then I am unable to fight with the legacy. I realize everything happens for a reason, but what are your intentions?” As the watery eyes reopened they immediately darted to Ademar. “Then I leave the protection of this kingdom to you White. May Black and Pale join you quickly?” With that Zika slowly turned and hobbled himself back into the bed. The coldness of the stone floor that had made him feel so alive gone, his heart rate decreased as the adrenaline stopped flowing. Zika’s face became that of distress and images of the past began flooding his mind, images of the legendary four horsemen. Four men each from various parts of the globe, vowing to guide and watch each other till death brought to them all. Four men whom ultimately became brothers. Four men whom would not hesitate to fight! No, times had changed, Zika had become king, Ademar a legend in himself, but nothing was heard of the other two. Four brothers, shattered like that of a ceramic plate. Would this plate be glued again for the sake of one member? No one knew, and as the face of distress turned to that of frustration, White, Ademar could only wonder the same.
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Post by Ademar on Mar 19, 2008 14:22:24 GMT -5
Ademar knew as well as any that the simple joining of the legendary four was near that of impossibility. Any man woman or child that knew of the great legend knew of the battle within the heart of each man. At first, four young men who had everything o live for, wanted nothing more than to make a name for themselves, to be men of honor and legend. Four men upon their horses, with humble beginnings. . .but war, as they found out, 19 years after their first battle together, changes everything, even the most sturdy of hearts.
After the great war of Harana, which was won by their four blades, the Legendary Four Horsemen separated. The weariness of battle . . . and of loss clouded all of their hearts. Zika, the Red Horseman, rode upon a fiery red chestnut horse, his blade red, but not by the blood he spilled with it. His armor worn and covered with the dirt of many roads and the ash of many fires, still shown through a deep blood red, the symbol of the Four Horsemen embedded into the right breast plate. Zika was chosen to take the throne of the kingdom they had saved, for their king died in battle, breaking his blood line to the throne. Jealous of this the Black horseman fled the Kingdom in hurt, anger, and frustration. The Pale horseman left also, feeling what they once cherished was now broken forever, and wished to lay down his sword in the country of old men. Being loyal to his brethren, and heartbroken that his brothers had become disbanded, Ademar, the White Horseman, stayed under the rule of Zika, as his personal guard, striving to hold onto what little remained of his brotherhood.
Ademar knew that to bring back together that which is broken, would be a battle in itself. Those who would oppose this kingdom, and Zika, would not take long in arriving to their battle, the man in white would have to ride quickly to summon those he once knew as brothers.
Ademar bowed to his brother and left the king’s room closing the door gently. Thoughts of times past swirling in his head like a beehive being poked with a stick. Walking swiftly down the halls Ademar didn’t even recognize where he was going as memories flooded his mind, the thought of seeing his brethren once again was overwhelming him at the moment. Preparations would have to be made for his journey home. . .back to where he was born and raised, and also where he met his three brothers, he missed the old days, and with a muffle under his breath he cursed where life had brought him.
Ademar was suddenly jolted out of his own thoughts as the sudden smell of wild flowers and plants filled his senses. Coming to a stop on the cobblestone floors Ademar suddenly realized where he was. The inner gardens of the castle was the knight’s favorite part of living here. The fresh scent of roses and daffodils would always drown out any and all other scents of the castle, nothing in here could smell bad, and the scent would take over all five senses, leaving anyone who stepped into the garden in a world of bliss. The small but beautiful stream flow inside from a small drain in the wall and then back out after circling through the garden like a dancer’s trail on a hard wood dancing floor.
One thing in particular caught the eye of the young prince. Lady Aurora, personal servant and loyal maid to the king, stood admiring the garden’s beauty as she always did in her free time. This is what truly brought a smile to his face, he had long since been a friend of the beautiful young woman, but his heart harbored deeper feelings for her. Seeing her smile is what truly made him forget all else that troubled him.
Ademar walked in slowly through the small stone path into the garden, though he decided to have a bit of fun. He had memorized the way through the garden’s maze, and she happened to be standing near the exit. He ran silently into the maze and with the swiftness and stealthy cunning of a master thief he ran through the maze. His hand holding tightly to the hilt of his sheathed blade so it would not swing at his side as he moved quickly. After only a few moments Ademar was near the exit, and he stopped and calmed his senses after his run. Ademar slowly walked through the light veil of hanging vines at the exit of the maze and was right beside Aurora. He smiled. “Good evening Lady Aurora”
Aurora, seeing the wonderful rose garden had no idea that she was being pursued. She had a soft smiled about her, yet as soon as she was reaching for a rose carefully so as not to prick herself, she was startled by someone. Her delicate fingers had just wrapped around the thorny stem to take it off and collect a few for the great hall, yet she turned quickly only to prick her finger on one of the thorns. It bled gently, yet she turned to see that Ademar was in her presence. She bowed slightly. "My Lord...you...surprised me.." She was slightly embarrassed, yet folded her hands before her as she would were she waiting on someone.
The prince smiled, she was always so very polite and courteous. Her smile brightened his day though and even if he had to startle her to see it; he sometimes thought it was worth it. "I do apologize my lady...and please, as I have asked before, speak to me as if I were merely a friend...you need not be so formal around me"
"Forgive me...I've just...grown accustomed to it." The softest of blood ran down her finger although it was just as warm as her skin so she didn't notice it. Her eyes glanced up to meet his. "I believe...you are the first I've seen to come through the end of that maze" A drop of blood dripped onto the floor before her feet.
-he smiled when she complimented him on reaching the end of the maze, but before he could respond with something witty to make her laugh, he noticed her finger. He reached down gently and took her soft delicate hand in his. Ademar noticed the small prick and smiled gently as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a white handkerchief. "You know, they say that a beautiful rose, can only draw red blood from one as beautiful as itself" -he smiled as he wiped her blood from her own hand gently with his cloth looking up to her eyes-
Aurora seemed to be so shy at the moment. Her cheeks flushing a light pink that turned them, a most natural color. His gentle hand taking hers into his only to do what she did for most others in the guild, it felt nice to have someone else tend to her for once, biting her lip nervously as he touched her though. The most wonderful of comments came from him and she couldn't believe it. It made her heart melt. "Then, I'm glad it was painless...thank you..." She smiled warmly but she couldn't figure out what else to say to this kind a gentlemen.
Ademar finished wiping her hands and the bleeding had stopped. He folded the cloth and gently laid it back into the pocked of his coat. His hand let go of hers gently as he smiled looking into her beautiful eyes. "Aurora...In all the time we have known one another...I have come to cherish the few moments we have shared together. I have come to your gardens, to Bid you farewell my lady, I am sent by the king on a quest to gather the legendary brothers. But I could not leave without telling you...goodbye"
"You...but then only three of us will remain here, so few...." She looked away and then back to him. "I do hope...you are well enough to go" She brought her hand back to before her, yet she had to admit she would miss him so very much. She had always felt so safe and confident with him around, yet now he was leaving.
The young prince nodded his head slightly. "Yes, so few have remained loyal to Zika...it saddens me to see my brother is not trusted though he single handedly saved these people years ago" -He did not wish to ramble on. Aurora spoke in concern for him and it made him smile lightly. "I am, I do apologize for not answering your question before My Lady, I had been keeping such a close trained eye on our newcomer that I was distracted. I am well my lady; the blood on my body was not of mine but Zika's. Your hands are gentle, soft and they treat a man's wounds tenderly. You are a priceless asset to this castle my lady, even if we had a thousand servants, you would still be held among the top" He smiled, they had grown somewhat close, though few words were said between them, he sensed they both felt the same. He knew that she felt protected with him in the castle, she had often sought him out in the library on stormy nights, she would be afraid of the lighting and loud thunder, he would always bring her a cup of warm cider and would stay up with her through the night, talking, and even reading to her. Ademar had always worn a certain necklace...never had he taken it off. Even since he became the Legendary white horseman, he had never taken it off, Even Zika would know this well. It was simple enough, a silver necklace with a white gold pendant of a cross that dangled lightly. He took it off of his neck slowly, and placed it around her neck gently letting the pendant grace her already perfect skin. "I will miss you Aurora...keep this with you, for stormy nights" He smiled lightly
Aurora listened to him intently as he spoke, she thought about what it would be like without him there. Such a dreary silence would follow. She looked down to his boots still biting her lip, yet gently he placed a pendant over her and it hung low over her bosom. She looked up to him with her green eyes wide. "Oh no My Lord! I could never take this! What would his majesty think?" She was worried but also what would a servant girl be doing with such a gift as this. "I couldn't...." She said calmly. She really couldn't take it from him. It was the symbol of his hard work and everything he was as a man-
Ademar smiled gently as she began speaking her concerns to him, she was always hesitant to receive gifts, even on her own day of birth, but he simply placed his finger to her lips gently to hush her with a small smile on his face- "Sshh Lady Aurora, your not taking anything, I am giving you a gift, I would hate to see this beautiful necklace torn anymore than it already has been in battle. I would rather see it hang upon the neck of someone more beautiful than even the white gold pendant it dawns. Please, accept this token? I assure you Lord Zika will say nothing of this gift. Please"
Aurora looked down to it and ran her finger gently over it. "I...I suppose I could....but...it returns to you as soon and you arrive..." She didn't want anything to happen to it.
He smiled- "When I return...we shall see at that moment. I will miss you Aurora, more than anyone else in this castle. Pray for me at night before you slumber, My journey will be fraught with danger"
She nodded. "I shall. I give you my word Prince Ademar." She bowed gently before him, but she turned and took the rose from where it was and she handed it to him in her own handkerchief. It was wine red like the rose itself. "Take it with you...a piece of home for your long journey..."
Ademar smiled warmly at her own gift, it warmed his hear and he accepted it gently and bow to her- "Thank you my lady, I accept your gift, and I shall think of you every time I see it, or smell its pedals"
She smiled. "Be careful..." She whispered. She did something bold though, leaning forward she gave him a soft and gentle kiss on the cheek, her lips soft and smooth against his skin.
Ademar's eyes widened a she did this and then he smiled. He would never forget the feel of her lips. He now had even more to fight for, his confidence rose and he felt like he had no obstacle before him he could not overcome. "I shall my lady....fare the well" -he turned and left the gardens holding her rose in his hands.
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Post by m3m0ria on Apr 6, 2008 3:22:58 GMT -5
Her words grew numb, yet with every dying breath I longed for her by my side. She is my wife, my queen, my Abigail, yet soon to become a widow. With every crash of catapulted rock against my kingdom walls. Despair begins to set in. My eyes grow weary, they tire by blinks worth. I allow no one's entrance into my chambers except my wife, not even the servant who cares for me as though I am her own. Day, after day, after day, after day becones. I stare out my window, my beloved crying into my arms. I see school children huddled in street corners, fearing for their lives as buildings fall. They close their eyes, to hear horror. Screams of rape, and murder plague the kingdom.
They gaze to the sky hoping to find what refuge may be left. But what refuge they had is pummeled by the rains of catapult fire. Thousands I have seen fall from that window I look out of. None as shocking as the one I saw moments ago. I saw my son, Orion, walk from sword craft practice. Escorted by the only other man I trusted in this kingdom, Lord Zazru. Strong in body, weak in mind, an ample description of a man who is chosen for the well-being of a child. Nonetheless he was great in battle. His fighting skills are unrivaled, close to surpassing those of Ademar.
Still, he protects my child. A child who was to grow old and eventually become king. Shattered my dreams were. The only heir to fail in saving his kingdom. The only heir to lose his heir, then again the only one to be hated by the people. Now look at them, is this what the kingdom wanted? Be it sarcasm laughing in their face? Still, Orion jumps and skips for joy despite war all around him, until the harsh reality of it comes crashing down upon his shoulders. Catapult fire, the size of the two of them crushes them, killing Zazru instantly. If only the same for my son... Tears roll down my cheeks as he screams in pain, and ultimately tortures my ears with cries for help.
And here I sit helpless and hopeless in this God forsaken bed barely able to move. Not even able to save the son I nurtured from birth. He begins to call my name, praying to God that I’ll come to save him. Finally to sooth his pain he begins to sing. "God, you love me and I love you. So why am I here in pain?" He repeats "God, you love me and I love you. So why am I here in pain?" He continues this until his body becomes so weak he falls unconscious. Eventually he will fall into a coma, suffocating as his brain fails to recognize what's going on.
My son died. He died right before my tearful weeping eyes.
My heartbeat weakens.
I gaze back into the room and see my red garments, set aside for the legendary Red Horsemen. Who would have seen its legend end like this? The Red Horsemen, the one who fears nothing, fights for fun not glory. The one who cares for nothing. Who would have thought to see him go upon a bed, motionless unable to do the one thing that brings him the most joy, fearing what becomes of his people, and dying because he decided to care.
A notable death for anyone who who looks upon it, yet to the horsemen a spiteful disgrace.
My heart rate slows.
Abigail awakens from her slumber just as the last possible tear trickles down my cheek. She wipes the tear away assuring me that it will be alright. I close my eyes and whisper "you know not what I feel." My mind begins to wonder, what has become of white? Has he found the others? Abigail crawls into the bed with me, placing her hand around my chest. Attempting to caress my core whoever with bandages so thick her soft touch does nothing. I roll onto my side, facing the window where outside lays the dead body of my only son.
She places her head firm onto my back, resting her ear upon the skin.
She listens.
"Our son..." I say.
She listens.
My heartbeat weakens.
"Our son has died." She shows not emotion, but in her attempts I can hear her whimpers. Tears glide down my back.
My heart rate thins.
She listens. I close my eyes, fighting the tear gates. They burst, and before I know it I find myself praying to the God I once knew again. "End all this pain!" With that I fall into sleep. Hopefully to never wake up again.
My heartbeat weakens.
She listens.
She listens.
She listens.
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Post by Aurora on May 26, 2008 11:52:54 GMT -5
Aurora's gentle footsteps echoed lightly in the empty halls. Her green eyes just glancing around. She was walking to the king's chambers, she knew something was wrong. And it proved to be right when she opened the door slowly. Her slender form stood at the doorway, her heart fearing the worst. She missed Ademar's presence in the castle as well. She looked down to the beautiful pendant that lay on her chest and then up to his magesty. "My lady?" She said softly. "Is there....anything I can do?" She was just as worried as the Queen. Aurora was kind natured and had always been there when she was and was not needed. This time she figured she would ask, maybe...warm towels? A bowl of water for his handsome face? Anything? She hadn't been needed as often as before, she wondered what would happen to her. Aurora didn't move from the doorway though, maybe just the company would help out her Queen. Thoughts of her living in a village knowing no one and having to grow everything, sell, buy, make. How would she do it alone? She had no husband, no family, this castle was her family, they treated her well, yet soon they would be forced to leave like all the others that left these halls as desserted as they come. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Arien on the other hand was wandering the castle looking around for exits and entrances. Taking mental notes of everything, so she could of course report back. Besides, who was there to stop her? That meddling Prince Ademar? Oh no...he's long gone, and not coming back by the looks of it. The journey to find the four horsemen alone was going to kill him. Arien had plans, bit plans and she needed to put them into action now. Then again, she could have done that a long time ago by killing the king when she had the chance. Surprisingly though, she didn't, and still hasn't. Which probably meant she had something bigger in store. Her hand ran over the stone walls gently as if searchign for secret passages that she may had missed, or something of the sort, but she basically had everything she needed. And with an empty castle....who was there to stop her? Herself? Maybe....Maybe not....
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