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05-12-2012
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| The AC Lonely Wolf  |  Story Contest May Edition - Voting Story Competition - May EditionRules:
Stories: Story 1 Spoiler Eziel “The rain drops are my tears, The thunders are my inner screams, I can’t cry, I can’t scream, I’m numb and empty from inside, emptier that I ever been, a shell which is better dead than live like this Everything around me is in darkness and I can’t see ahead of me anymore But how should I ever pay for the crime I committed, in one second before my eyes all been taken, how can I stop now this burning pain from my chest and was to late when I noticed that I fallen in love and the ground will be my bed, for eternity… like his “ Were thoughts which never will be heard by anybody… Only if that shell will be broke and the darkness will be scattered. Like the dark clouds by the sun after a rainy day. *** My mom always yelled at me when I was younger “why you’re alive and my baby had to die??” and she always slapped me and then she was leaving for days. But always she hugged me when came home again, feeling her warmth again, like in my childhood. He didn’t die because of me…She needs to blame someone… And I don’t blame her…But I think I should have paid more attention to her. Few years ago left like she always done after a crises but she never came back home this time. I lost them all now. All in a heavy rain one by one. I only have him and my… “ Hm! Of what you’re thinking. You’re always spacing out when we meet alone. ” Suddenly Eziel thoughts got interrupted by a soft voice. “At nothing.” Said it with a bored voice.” Really!” Then smiled and took his tongue out. Eziel pulled the almost naked boy who was standing before his face on his lap and started easy to kiss his neck going down his arm and bite his wrist so hard that started bleeding. The boy moaned loud from pain but from excitement as well. As the sun was setting down, the room got darker and darker and the boys got embrace by the night and their figures faded slowly in a night of burning passion … The next morning Eziel left a note to the boy who was still sleeping and left in a hurry while he was talking on the phone, with a serious voice not in a funny or the usual calming way like he was with the boy. “I’ll call you soon”, on the note was written. Eziel arrived on a restaurant where a man was waiting for him. The man had his shirt unbuttoned at the neck and wore a black vest, smoking a cigarette while reading the newspaper. He looked at the boy and then asked out of the blue with a calm tone “Did you slept again with him, Eziel?”… The boy eyes weren’t showing any emotion and cold he replies with a simple, “yes”. Then Eziel sat on a chair. The man put down the newspaper on the table and looked in the boy cold eyes. “You did well.” Then continued without Eziel saying a single word like waiting to be told what should do next. “The boy must pay for your brother death, your father disappearing and the fact your mom lost her mind. Crush him like his family did to yours. I suffered a lot myself because of them. I lost everything as well. Your father was a good friend of mine. Your mother… loved her like a sister. Make him fall for you even harder and then leave him to suffer. We can’t break the all family, but only is enough to make suffer like they done to us. ” Said the man and put his face in his hands then and raised his head up and continued. “ Hate him, Eziel. Because of his family you lost everything. You’re so numb. Maybe after all will end you’ll be able to cry for the ones who died.” And after all the man lifted from the table, put a hand on Eziel shoulder and said” You’re a good boy”. And left. *** Outside started raining heavily, while the cold drops of rain were falling upon him he didn’t felt anything. Only the hate from his heart was burning each part of his body and clouded his mind. The empty streets reminded him of his void he had in his soul. A void which couldn’t be filled with nothing beside rage. The rain always remembered his adolescence, the time which his world felt apart. Always the flashbacks were so heavy piecing him like some blades. His father and his friend had a small company but at his age of seventeen something happen and all fall apart. The company burned down and all they lost. The one which got the blame was his father. But rumors said they entered in business with people which they should have stayed away. They lost everything. Their money and their good reputation. The mother blame his father for all. Eziel had a little brother which at that time had only fifteen years old. They kept a secret from their family. A secret which he regretted since the day he made it with his little brother. He felt in love with a boy. The son of the family they had business and which had a great influence in the country. But one day he got missing. After three days a call from the police in a rainy day stopped the time for Eziel. They found his little brother in a bad area of the town in a small hotel. But he was already dead. Was bound and brutally beaten and raped repeatedly. He was dirty and filled with blood. That image remained in his mind since then. He couldn’t share no tears or scream. Was just staying numb in the front of the door while the police was trying to get him out from there. His mother came few minutes later and when he saw her son she got a shocked. She changed from that day. A week later his father friend came at his home saying his father vanished with all the money they got left. Something inside Eziel broke and stopped smiling, stopped crying, became just a shell. In few days he lost his family and a place in which to feel safe. All the rumors around were saying that the boy paid due his father mistakes and depts. He had with a certain family in the city. .. *** Suddenly a voice stopped Eziel from his walk toward no destination. He lifts his head from the ground and in his face he sees the boy with which been all the night. Near him holding the umbrella was a man with glasses in a black suit. “ Eziel, we need to talk soon”, said the boy almost crying. And the boy walked near him and kissed him on the lips and went to the car, letting behind the man with the glasses. He looked on Eziel and smiled then came near him and said something to his ear” That boy will die for you someday. That much he loves you. Fake little boy”… And then soft bite his lobe ear… Eziel stood astounded in the heavy rain not knowing what to think of the man words. Weeks passed and nothing happen, the boys always were meeting on the same hotel. He was still wondering what he wanted to tell him but the other boy was not saying anything. He was the usual self. But more fragile than usual and his skin was a bit pallid lately. Each time they were making love he didn’t looked like he makes him feel good, was looking more he makes him feel sick. Lately he was looking more tired and his thoughts were in other part when they were together. “ Eziel? … Why you look like that toward me? And jumped in his arms making him fall on his back in bed. “Let me stay a bit ore like this”, said the boy and closed the eyes making a painful sound. “Didn’t you said that time you have something to tell me”, said Eziel looking at the ceiling while put his arm around the boy. “Soon.” Said the boy. “ Soon… you’ll be happy hearing it but let me now enjoy my time with you”. He opened his eyes and raised his head from Eziel chest and looked at him. Then stood up and went to the bathroom were stayed few minutes and when came out took his stuff and left saying to Eziel that he really loves him and was happy that he knew him. The boy smiled and opens the door and left. After he left Eziel had a bad feeling and suddenly felt alone and for a long time had a sad feeling… After the boy left the phone rang. It was the man who took care of him since he lost his family and mother vanished. The man which was in the restaurant. He had the same fate like Eziel father. Broke and without a place anymore where should belong. A stray dog like Eziel. “ Did he told you anything?” Asked the man on an annoyed tone. “Did you done or said something in a way that the kid to figure out why you’re with him? Kid things gets bad…” And the man closed the phone without letting the boy talk. *** After another few weeks in which the boys didn’t talked or met, Eziel receive a call from his lover phone. But on the phone wasn’t his voice. He was. The man which always was near the boy. “Come on the building which is under construction of the “X” family. You know very well what family I talk. Be there in a hour. Time is running out” And the call got interrupted. Eziel was feeling confused and he thought if should go or not. Tried calling the man with who he always was but the phone was closed. Eziel arrives at the building looking around and enters without any emotions in the building. There was the boy waiting for him on the roof. He was dressed only in a pajama and barefoot holding his arms to the back. He was barely standing and was breathing very hard . He slowly started walking toward Eziel which made few steps back and hit the door from the roof entrance. His beautiful green eyes were in the bottom head and his lips were purple and cracked. He hit with the head of Eziel chest and stayed like that few seconds while all his body was trembling from pain. He lifted his arms fast and put them over his neck and kissed Eziel like will be the last time. Then slowly moved his left hand and put his hand in the Eziel pants, smiling while looking in his eyes. And started talking making a sign to Eziel to not say a word. “Ah! Its hurts so much each move, each breath I take. The doctors said I have no time anymore. I knew this for years. Then I met you… You’re eyes always were cold toward me but I never cared. I know you never loved me at all”… And the boy stopped to breathe because he was feeling that he was choking. Eziel was looking at him and tried saying something, his heart suddenly started beating faster and faster, his knees were slowly become soft and he was feeling like falling down. The boy put his finger from his left hand on his lips and continued breathing very slow. “ … with you I felt loved. I hope someday someone to break that mask and shell you put between you and everyone. I hope you’ll cry at last. I’m sorry for your brother and your family. If you’ll smile because my death then I’ll gladly give that smile on your face again… Like that you’ll have your revenge, my beloved Eziel. I love you…” The boy kissed him once again and slowly took his right hand from Eziel shoulder. In his hand he had a gun. Eziel started shaking and tried saying something but the words weren’t coming and suddenly felt his throat dry and he couldn’t speak. His face was pallid. The boy who barely was staying up in his front took the gun to his head and he closed his eyes with a forcing smiling. Eziel tried to move and tried to reach him but his body was numb, “Don’t… “he was trying to say but he never had the chance to say it load. The boy pulled the gun and Eziel was filled with the boy blood all over his face and hands. He felt down to his legs while he was staying up watching at the corpse without moving or to be able screaming for help. Behind him arrived the man with the glasses and pushed eziel away making him fall in the boy blood pool which now it was mixed with the rain. The man took the lifeless boy in his arms and left, letting him down with the face in the blood, scared and realizing a cruel truth. He was in love after all. His heart felt like it stopped and again he couldn’t scream or cry. The rain was falling over him make him to torn in pieces and everything around him was blurry. He once again lost a piece of his soul… After few days while he was under a severe fever he always mumbled few words “forgive me, love you, don’t”. He got found by the workers and send fast to a near hospital. After a week he woke up. He looked fragile, weak and he barely was talking. The police didn’t fount out much from him. The doctors gave him a letter which was in his pants. It was written by the boy with few hours before killing himself. Eziel hesitated to read it but even if his all body still was shaking he open the letter and something hit him very hard making him scream so hard and falling from the bed. He could stop his shaking and started vomiting blood. .. and near him the letter felt down. The letter was filled with small drops of blood and the writing style change from half of it. Few hours later Eziel run away from the hospital, wandering around the city without a place to go and more empty and broke that he never felt. The rain started pouring but he was not feeling anything. His view was blurry and he was feeling sick. Without noticing he arrived at the building in which Enya took his life before his eyes. And felt to the ground wishing to die as well. His eyes were heavy and he started and began to cough very ugly. Suddenly the rain stopped and Eziel open his eyes and looked up. In his front was a man holding an umbrella over him. He had glasses and was wearing a black suit coat. The man stretched out his hand to him and gentle said with a smile on his face “ Still can’t cry?” Story 2 Spoiler Astaire and Ryannaire “A prince will help to give birth, To the most powerful queen to walk this earth.” Bylic was once known under a different name but he didn't want to be remembered about what happened to him when he had that name. Because of some stupid rite he was banished from his tribe the Ayolin The only thing he was grateful for they would give him the whole combined prophecy and not his own, until the elders had found that prophecy he was allowed to stay in the village. It took them over 40 years to find it . To make sure they wouldn't complain to the elders most of the year he was traveling across the planet to find children of the Ayolin that had a Revelation and to bring them safe to the main village. In the beginning there were a lot of children who did the Rite by accident but over those 40 years it became less. In the last years there weren't even any. It was safe, no real disaster nature of human like. in that last year they finally found the book were they old tribes wrote the prophecies in. seems that it was the book of the royal tribe members were it was. Thanks to that the elder knew it wasn't fulfilled yet. All the elders came together with Bylic. The one that was the most friendly towards Bylic started “we have finally found your prophecy, it is not about one person but about 3, that can also be the reason why the prophecy is done when the first person did the Rite of Revelation. Here it goes This is the first part it is said to the sleeping queen “butterflies and angels alike will vanish black,white,red and golden combined with a kiss a unspoken wish would be dying the death is just a passing feeling” then this is your part “A prince will help to give birth to the most powerful queen to walk this earth good,evil, dark and light will change places this prince that will know over a thousand faces” and this one was also said at the same time as the rest. It should be a very important part. “anew era would be welcomed when unspoken bonds will be formed earth, space, time and dimensions will fall when they hear their gentle call” I really hope that you can lift the curse that you have on you. Maybe when you are on the depth of you time, you can find the answers why you don't have your sacred beast and wings. I heard it was very uncommon to have no wings when you are from the direct royal line. Goodbye and have a good life. A few centuries after the left the Ayolin he had a strange encounter with a golden goddess. What made him think about the life he had been living and the why Why, why I am I doing something so stupid, I am not a saint or a person who believes in karma or what they call it in present day. Why I going to save this girl I don't even know her, true she looks like a sun goddess with her golden hair and body those chains of rose veins and flowers are to great to see. But why do I feel the urge to save her. Until now I never had that feeling even when my partner was on the verge of death I let her die. Wouldn't killing those who suffer be the answer then what is making me do something like saving this girl. The legend is already enough to make me go a different route all those deaths. I saw the skeletons when I walked trough this valley below. I bet this girl wouldn't be grateful at all after I saved her. When he reached her the sun was just about to vanish behind the mountains. The last rays of sunlight were shinning onto her giving her something magical or was it ancient. When He saved that girl which felt almost anti-climaxing. She thanked him Bylic started to speak while looking at the sunset “I think it is better t.......” half way the the sentence he turned around and found out that she had vanished. The image he had of the girl stayed with him for a long time. Not long after that he felt a Rite happening he thought that it could be her. He hurried towards the feeling were she would be living, he came too late he saw her body burning at the stakes. As thanks for saving most of the humans that were living on that continent from a plague. I shouldn't, I really shouldn't do it. But these people deserve punishment. From this time onwards I will punish people that killed the descendents of the Ayolin that were about to awaken or had just awakened. Bylic crossed the line there from protector to punisher something the Ayolin never would do. In those years he started to hear a voice in his head, in the beginning he couldn't hear it but later it became louder and louder until he could hear the voice. “finally you are able to hear my voice. I want you” “but I am cursed, I can't remember a person who wanted to stay close to me” “I am different, my kind can cure those curses” “then I want to know more about you, your name for example” “what use would it be to give a name your name isn't even your real one” “without a doubt you already know my name, but I don't want to remember those times of hardship and the feeling of failure” “failure of the rite that went wrong according the elders, but it didn't went wrong it went right, I am part of your destiny, your prophecy.” “then why don't I have wings or a sacred beast. I am one of the pure blood Ayolin” “because your future lies somewhere else that with the Ayolin.” “you are saying my future lies with you?” “yes. I will send you some information were you can find me. You are very close” Bylic saw an image of a big castle deep within the mountains he explored in the beginning. That place looks a lot were I saved that golden girl so long ago. “I chained that girl there. Yet you freed her, thanks to that I lost a very precious treasurer” I don't think that was all of it, and this voice isn't even telling the truth about the treasurer there is something more about it. I had the feeling that she was placed there very carefully. “not really. It was a trap set for nymphs but instead of catching a nymph I caught a goddess but you let her go.” “sorry about that. I think I want to meet with you.” Bylic couldn't tell why, there was something in the voice that made him want to obey it right away. “that is good, I know that I would see you very quickly” Bylic felt the presence leave his mind. Why do I feel like I lost a person dear to me. Who was this mind touching my own. Even though Bylic had said that he wanted to meet that voice right away. It took Bylic over an year to go back to those mountains that he visited so long ago. Subconscious he knew were he could find the castle were the voice was living in. why do I feel so scared when seeing this castle, but I also feel like I found my soul-mate. Very careful Bylic walked through the castle doors, it was dark, he couldn't see his own hand when he held it before his eyes. But the moment he set to steps inside the hallway lights turned on throughout the castle it looked like a path Bylic needed to walk. Very, very nervous he walked that way ready to run away with the slightest sign of danger. The rooms looked well maintained then why were there no humans around. A lot of old armors were standing in the hallway, from various of era's and races Bylic even recognized a few types of armors the Ayolin used to were when they were still divided into 2 tribes. Bylic got a huge shock when he looked up close to the armors they had blood stains on them. Finally he reached the inner chamber of the castle were the rulers would be. He walked towards it this time he wanted to open the door himself but before he could open it. The doors opened into the chamber. At the end of the room there was a sitting a very gorgeous person. The woman started to speak “welcome, Bylic I am happy to finally meet you in person again.” “have we met then?” “yes you saved me on that ridge so long ago” “but we talked last time and you wanted to punish me because I let the goddess escape” “that goddess was an act I played to see what kind of person would be able to save me, I was glad that you were the only one to succeed” “why would you do something like that?” “was searching for some kind of person to become my partner” “sorry I am not interested in that kind of partnership, I will be going then” “you are going no where” the doors to the inner chamber closed by themselves when Bylic tried to walk towards them. He looked at the goddess again who turned out to be a devil in disguise. Why? Am I really that cursed that a man wanted to make me his partner? Or does it have an other reason. The good side is the curse works only on girls but I never tried it on a man before maybe if I wait long enough he will also die the most painful death there is. If that is not the case I can always try to kill him. “sorry to interrupted your thought pattern but there are 3 things I want to tell you first you can't kill me, second I was the one that made the curse to kill those girls and women you fell in love with. Third you are going with me to a chamber were I teach you everything you need to know about me” “can I know your name or how I should call you?” “you must call me master or king Astaire nothing else is allowed.” “that is kind of stupid we have almost the same rank if you really look like that I am the banished king of the Ayolin” “you crowned yourself as king the people didn't chose you. If they had another option they would have made that, you are too arrogant for them, you even are willing to sacrifice warriors to win the battle something the sleeping queen would never even think of, she would rather hurt herself badly instead of giving one of her soldiers a tiny scratch.” “then why did she allow so many of us to be killed in a useless war. She ordered us even to live among the humans, and those will kill everyone that is different then them.” “she believes in the humans. That the would find their nobility and honor back. Which is a total failure of course” “a failure because you are the one behind the dark seeds in those human hearts, even when they are in their seed form it is dangerous for people who are believe in the good of others. I even think when the dark seeds grow to adults they are smarter than the Floghew.” “they are though I miss their poison and thorns. This evolved race is better. That is enough of talking”with these words Astaire took Bylic by the arm and forced him to walk with him to the dungeon. There Astaire used metal chains to bind bylic to the ground and the ceiling. Taking his knife out to cut his cloth off. Astaire took great pleasure in slicing small pieces of his shirt and trousers off. At times hurting Bylic skin. Bylic didn't know when Astaire would cut trough his skin until the wound would start to bleed. A few will cut wounds had an impact on Bylic that he rather didn't want to have. The sadistic smile that Astaire gave him “ooh it seems that you like this kind of treatment” “ no who would like that kind of treatment. I don't like it” “ don't lie to me. I am going to prove to you that I am right my little queen” “I don't want YOU to prove anything to me, just let me go” “that I can't do, my little queen. You have been mine since the beginning of time. Just look in the mirror” Bylic tried to turn around what he saw in that mirror was terrifying, his wings were black with bloody red veins in them his naked back and legs were red from the blood that was flowing out of the wounds that Astaire gave to him. His once so long beautiful brown hair had turned black also with a few lines of carmine in it. I never have looked this good before. It is all thanks to this Astaire yet I can't let him know that. My body looks awesome, but why am I excited? Is it because what he did to me, that can't be. “I see what you meant, now let me go.” “no you will stay here. I will learn your body and mind that you can not live without me” it took Astaire at least 50 days of intense training to break and rebuild Bylic mind so that he would do his bidding and his bidding alone. Bylic turned to one of the most powerful dark-seeder the world would know. The only one who had more power was Astaire. Bylic was known as Queen Ryannaire. Story 3 Spoiler The War of the roses Every one was invited to the ball, every royalty will be mandated, but not a single soul amongst them dares to go. King Edward III, the remaining of the Plantegenest bloodline, died, leaving the crown contended between the House of Lancaster and the House of York. This ball would not be a celebration, it will be a bloodbath; the inception of the war of the roses. A carriage with an embellishment of a white rose has arrived and there is no doubt it carries another royalty of the House of York. It was a masquerade ball, but as the York are distinguishing by their carriages, the Lancaster are adorned with pins of a red rose. The masks are not enough to hide the fear and rivalry dancing along inside the court. This is why Princess Jane of York decided to attend the ball using an ordinary carriage. She could only hope no one would discern her identity. An hour and a half of dancing had passed and she sat there only observing as she plans to do all evening but she might as well abandon that plan as a gentleman invited her to dance. She could see no reason to decline the offer. He was not wearing a Lancaster pin and she is certain he was not a York. She never really liked romantic dances and so she was upset when the music has started and it was of sweet melody and they are dancing in the middle of the room. Her very mind knew this man but somehow cannot remember who. It was the graceful movements, and the eyes; then her heart skipped. Only one person could make her heart scuffle like that. Prince Charles . . . of Lancaster She caught a breath and ran. He knew he should have worn a better mask. He cannot believe she figured out that fast. He followed her and caught her on the hallway. “Murdering me would be of no help for you prevailing over you the crown, if that is your intention,” she said without facing him. Her voice did not betray her, but she was very sure of her expression. “As it should, it is not,” he took a deep breath, “In fact I was going to tell you I will decline to the crown.” She felt more than shock. She felt fear. He cannot do that. She saved him from her family, battled them with consequences if they were to assassinate him. But she cannot save hin from this, whatever his reason might be. She turned around, trying to keep an expressionless face. “That is not possible. If so, why ever would you decline?” There were no words to tell her how he feels. He had always seemed to know what to say and do with everything but her he is blank. She was staring at him, waiting for an answer that he is not sure he can give, staring at him with those eyes as green as olive. Then he was kissing her. And that kiss says all of it. That he will give the throne up for her. That there is nothing else in the world he wanted but her. That he is more than mad and desperate. That he can have everything he wanted but her. Then she broke it. “This . . . this . . . is just jest, is it not?” She was gasping for air, from the kissing and from the confusion. “If it were jest, then why do I hate my blood so much for depriving me to have you? To forbid even loving you?” He did not realize he has driven her up to the wall, holding her arm tightly. She was hurt, but she could not bring herself to say anything. There was one time, when they were younger and she would always object to his father why he could not hunt with them. Her father would say it’s dangerous and it is very unlady-like. She went alone with a bow and a set of arrows. She was almost in the middle of the forest when she saw a falcon and prepared to hit it. She did not realize a wild wolf is about to lunge at her but he was there again. Charles has slain the wolf; as he had push her before a falling rock; as he had pulled her before a raging crowd; as he had always protected her. She thought he was just simply trying to gain the favor of King Edward. She resented that, of course, until that night at another ball when they dance and looked at each other in the eye. That was when she knew, when they both realized, that they were two people in a wrong place. Two people who always had and always will have what they want, but never will they have the only thing they wanted the most. That their worlds deprive them of the air needed to breath and that their own blood is their own poison. And that moment occurs upon them yet again tonight. But with something else: desperation. Then he broke the silence with a soft whisper in her ear, “Jane, let’s run away.” She desperately wanted to, but she knew better. If Charles decline her brother would be a king. If they would run away, they would forgive her, but she can never imagine what they might do to him. She would never live through it. “They would find us. They would exile you or worse kill you. This will never end, Charles. Why can’t you see that?” Because it is you, he thought. With her, he can’t see, he can’t speak, he can’t breathe; and without her, he dies. “Charles!” It was William, the earl of Northumberland, Charles advisor and friend. He was not surprised with the scene he has come to find. He might as well know about them. He once told Charles that they are the most unfortunate people in this world. Jane curtsied and he acknowledges it, “Lady Jane. The announcements are about to start. We should be there.” “Of course.” Charles walked more of sprinted through the hallway. Jane and William only looked at each other, but they both knew what the other has in mind. That this is the very nightmare they have been dreading for years. The cardinal was on the dais, he has already started his speech, saying that the parliament, and the conclave has already decided. And that Prince Charles is to be crowned the next day as King Charles IV, King of England, France, and Scotland. Either way this may have gone, their worlds will fall apart, and apart all it went. There are as much Lancaster as there are Yorks in the room, so no one dares to move. Anyone is not safe, but anyone will be smart enough not to do any harm. This night may be calm, but it is only a night to pass. Jane was dragged to the York carriage by her mother after the ball. They arrived shortly after the Hampton court, which was not that far from the Westminster Abbey. No one spoke a word in the carriage but now she can see how enraged her family is. Her father, brother, and uncle were speaking in the study. She was about to enter as she usually does during these discussions when they told her to proceed to her room and close the door. She was very much sure this is another diabolical plan to assassinate Charles, and they would not let her in because they do not want someone clouding their plans. She might been relieved she will not be a part of this plan, but she is more than distraught. There are two options she has to weigh down: Kill her brother, or watch Charles die. “You called for me, Your Highness?” “William, sit down.” He sat beside him. He can see Charles face, yet he cannot describe him. Anguish would not be enough to make it out. It would have destroyed him either way this went, but if Louise would have been chosen, it would have been less tormenting t die than to be King and not have her. “Take her away. Bring her anywhere. She is not safe here. This war is only heating up. I am begging you William.” He was desperate. There was nothing William could say to change his mind. He is King but he is the most helpless person. His life is in danger but all he thinks about is her. He is not sure if taking Jane away, he would his torment away or his life. “I’ll bring her to Calais by midnight. From there Lady Margaret could take her to Vienna. I will be back here before the ceremonies start.” “I will be safe William. Take her to Vienna yourself. Take care of her and make sure she is safe.” “She would be safer if I were not the one to take her to Vienna. It would lessen suspicions. I will make certain of her safety upon Lady Margaret.” Charles took a deep breath. “No. Bring her to Vienna and stay with her.” William moved through the trees with a torch held in his hand. He knew that Jane would have thought it was Charles as she sees the light of the torch. She would come rushing towards the stables and she would get mad at Charles, as this is very careless and dangerous. And then Charles will only tell her that he only has to see her for he could not bear doing so. It was the best they could do, to meet up in secret for so very short time. And all that William could do is watch these two unfortunate people, most unfortunate indeed. However, this is not one of those times. Jane finally arrived at the stables. He could sense her bewilderment . . . . then relief, to find him instead of Charles. “I have to take you to Vienna, Jane. I know you would refuse and that I can only beg you. That crown on his head, it is already too much. Charles is doing this only for you. And I do this not only because he told me so, but because I know he can bear it only if you were safe.” Tears were streaming down her face as she spoke. “Why William, do you not see that this goes both ways? That I can only handle this torment as he could? My brother is going to kill Charles. He is mad enough to do that, mad enough to do anything to hurt Charles and take away life from him. And Charles is only making it easier. William, he would decline to the throne.” He was awake all night hoping William brought Jane to Calais safe. As the carriage reaches the Tower of London, he could see the people waiting for the princes to be crowned king. It has already spread the Lancaster attained the crown. There was also fear, as he could sense it. If violence be evoked from the royal families, this crowd would be engrossed in another slaughter. He reached the dais. He was crowned king. And he will decline. That is the only way he can be charged for treason. Louis would be king, and Jane would only be banished. Safe. He took another deep desperate breath, and spoke. “There are far worse things than death. When you are caught in the middle of a war, you have to choose between victory and defeat, life or death. But in this war, you are not given those choices. In the other’s death, you live. Thus, in order to live, you have to give up the only reason why you are alive. So when you live, you die.” Everyone is baffled. They cannot discern what it is exactly the king is saying. But amidst all of that, they can understand one thing as he says all this; that his torment is beyond compare. “I have to dec—” then he was cut off. Someone was shouting. And he felt Jane. Dread. Fear. “I carry the king’s child” She forwarded to the dais. It was a lie. But it is a flicker of little hope. The crowd in chaos was being dismissed and the royals proceed to the parliament hall. He pulled her by the arm to an alcove where no one could see them. “What are you doing here, Jane? William, for the love of God, why is she still here?” He was looking at them. “It is not William’s fault.” And he looked at her. Her eyes were red from crying, but she is mad. “Charles, do you really think that you can spare my life by ending yours? Even if I get through it, I can never bear it.” Tears were streaming down her face. He wiped them with his hands and he embraced her tightly. He kissed her forehead and cupped her face with his hands as he said to her, “Whatever happens,I want you to know that I love you, Jane. I love you as I should not and I love you more than I should and I always will, even in another life.” “Charles, how can you be sure that I will be there?” She was humouring him. “How then would I have lived?” They have entered the parliament hall. The room went silent when they walked in. Jane’s brother was staring at her, everyone was. Lord Buckingham, head of the parliament, has finally spoken. “Princess Jane of York is with child, Your Majesty’s child. The court is now in session for . . . .” “There is no reason for session. I intend to marry Jane. And I proclaim, upon my power as the King, that House of Lancaster and York be united.” The Yorks are hysterical. However, the Lancasters are more frantic. He knew he should have never let her hand go because by the moment he did, Louise grabbed her. And a dagger was directed right to her neck. “I never really knew your weakness, Charles. I never really knew how to hurt you.” “I beg you. Let her go.” Louise laughs as if he were very amused. “She never really was my sister, she was Edward’s bastard. She is a Plantagenet. And that the fact would not only end this hysteria, it will take away the forbiddance of your love. But I will not give you happiness, would I?” They did not have little hope, they had none. Because then, Louise drove the dagger through her neck. William had to drag him away from her body. He thought life might have been as well vanished from Charles until he spoke over almost three hours and told him to leave. He was in the study, still with his shirt soaked in blood. An hour passed. Two. William can’t stay outside any longer. But he was too late. Charles was lying in a pool of blood, a white rose stained in red, and a scarlet letter. THE SCARLET LETTER Quote:
Story 4 Spoiler Miterra's Victory "Welcome to Miterra." The guide smiled down at the small group of tourists. “For better or worse," the tall, slant-eared female gestured at a large, onscreen star map, "our world's location puts us right in the path of nearly all space travel in this sector. We're known, kindly, as the oasis planet, and - less kindly - as the pit-stop planet." She paused for the inevitable guffaw. "Over the centuries, we've been the subject of untold attempts at colonization, invasion, reformation, and religious conversion." The images shifted, showing violent examples. "We've survived both benevolent and hostile interventions largely unscathed." "Many historians credit our resilience to inter-species cooperation. Together, we fend off foreign intrusions and preserve Miterra's rich natural resources." A smooth montage of impressive accomplishments flowed across the screen, eliciting murmurs of awed appreciation from her audience. "In ages past, however, our races had not yet decided to work together. We couldn't defend our planet against serious threats. Fortunately, space travel was not as frequent and well-organized as it is today." She waved a slender arm in the direction of the spaceport where the tourists had emerged. "Back then, a few visitors came here from technologically advanced worlds; even fewer came through a long-lost, poorly-understood branch of practical physics, now known as sorcery, or magic." Several listeners perked up, although one skeptic snorted loudly. "During this vulnerable period, over a millenium ago, two powerful aliens arrived within a century of each other. Their eventual confrontation was as inevitable as it was terrible. You are privileged to be present today, for Miterra's annual celebration in memory of the victory." With that, she waved the tourists through a sliding door, into the exhibit. Elysa sighed. This summer job was more challenging than she'd imagined. She could barely keep a straight face through the propaganda about inter-species cooperation. The part about magic, though... this was true. She'd experienced it herself, on this very holiday, after reaching the age of consent. The celebrations were actually ceremonies of remembrance, when the Miterrans relived the long-ago events which gave their world its protection... and its curse. --- "Elysa, wait up!" Her friend's voice stopped her in the hallway. She glanced behind, grinning at the short-legged woman's ungraceful progress. "Hey, Jahonna! What's taking so long?" "Shut up, you elven wench," her friend scowled up at her from beneath untidy, caramel-colored curls. Elysa slowed her pace to ask about the stout woman's sister. Today would be her First Ceremony. Jahonna would help reassure her sister as she began the ritual, and comfort her when the memories receded. The images from Elysa's own ceremony still burned in her mind. If she closed her eyes, she could still hear the cries of ravens, echoing over a bloody battlefield.... Quote:
Women had been sharing in these memories for over a thousand years. The ritual solidified the Miterrans' commitment to mutual self-preservation, and it renewed their understanding of the ancient language that controlled the dangerous magic protecting their world. Elysa didn't understand the details, but the experience was powerful. For about a year afterwards, she'd been able to teach the language to anyone who needed to manage the plants surrounding their communities. The experience was also traumatic, because the negative memories could not be removed from the helpful ones. Eventually, participation in the ritual was declared voluntary, limited to once a decade, and only allowed after reaching the age of consent. Everyone not actually taking part in the memory ritual celebrated by feasting, dancing, and giving gifts, in honor of the woman who had saved their world. Lost in thought, Elysa and Jahonna, two women of very different heritages who shared one powerfully unifying experience, walked companionably to the exit. Elysa placed her hand on the doorknob and turned to her friend. "Have a good Mother's day," she said warmly. "You, too," replied Jahonna, and the two women went down to the festival. Story 5 Spoiler The Banshee of beech tree heights One day John Jasper was riding his bike up on a steep hill near a borough called Beech Tree. In fact it was on the other side of the bridge which was in a different area that wasn't really owned by beech tree. though it was called beech tree heights. It had been a long night for John jasper, first is chain kept popping on his old banana seat bike and he was in a thunderstorm dodging hail, then it was suddenly sunny again, but John Jasper still kept riding. Well this road he was on was with cracks on the concrete, and steep steep hill ahead. John Jasper still kept going strong , he pedaled until he got to the top, then he turned down a side road . Though he knew it went to a dead end cause it went right into a cul-der-sac a area that turns into a loop with houses around it. John Jasper Got there with no problems other than being slightly out of breath from climbing the steep hill. Suddenly there was a flash of lightning across the sky from the approaching storm. He was quickly decided to go back home, but before he know it he was surrounded by screaming spirits of women, (Banshees Irish call them). They were shooting fireballs of soul taking goo and they were after any soul they could get. How he knew a cat was near them, they hit it, as its nine lives faded into goo. Now they were after John. John ducked and swiftly hid behind a tree, but the goo hit the tree and it dissolved, John took off dodging the screaming banshees fireball goo, with strong gushes of wind nearly forcing him over and off the bike. A Clash of very loud crack of thunder, that John thought it was. Joh got to the bottom of the hill nearly falling off on the sharp curve at the bottom, l dodging streams of fire. john got out of the heights, then he saw that the Banshees attacking cars with people in them as they were trying to escape the storm. There was couple car accidents around cars of those shrilling banshees. John seen this and sped up to try to get home quickly, again down a small hill then screamed pass the corner where he almost ran into another car accident and missed by a inch. This is when he heard the Ambulance probably heading to the accidents which was also dodging those banshees, fire whistles too. With a fearful glance back he saw this, but his fright just had him speeding up more still dodging fireballs, banshees, lightning, and raindrops. He was looking to get across the bridge to beech tree. John thought he was going the speed limit for a car on his bike. Once he made it to the main highway, he quickly got to the other side nearly getting hit by a speeding car, but for one banshee it was hit hit by the grill of a rig of Sheebans Sheets. This only slowed it down a bit it still kept chasing john. He flew across a medal bridge finally into Beech tree. He rode up the street to a convenient store and went inside quickly.once inside the noise was terrible with thunder, shrills, whistles, rain, hail hitting windows. Then a sudden Thunderous thunder as loud as bowling balls hitting the pins on a strike, a lightning flash as bright as a old camera. John was looking outside in fright during the hazard of the going on, those banshees was still outside, then for some reason they began to melt. when the storm was over the sun came out and evaporated what was left of the banshees. In Ireland they are the warning of death and grim reaper like taking souls to the under world without any warning. storm was over and john got courage to go back out and when he did he found out why the banshees melted. The rain was acid and with the sun that was all for the banshees no one was hurt that bad in those accidents, just one cat and tree is all John knew that the Banshees got,. Though the banshees were wreckless and clumsy running into trees and cars, but John gulped as he still heard the shrill from the heights, but as for the banshees they melted away into a spot in the road. Prize: If you win, you can choose one of the following banners; and put 'AC Story Competition Winner' in your signature area if you wish. Spoiler            made by loki, flasy, xeltox and eisen Last edited by Dany1908; 05-19-2012 at 06:59 PM. | ||
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