5A documented tale of the Prince of Troja.
A/N: I know adding a story seems really stupid with 3 to update on fanfic and 3 to update here but the idea just came to my head and I wrote it down so far it's not half bad. As always this first chapter is the prologue or facts about my story but for my readers sakes I changed that and it is prolonged. Hope you like! Don't forget to R&R!
The vast city of Troja, the capitol of the New Kingdom could be seen clearly at this point of about six miles. The anarchy of the Old Kingdom had fallen to yet another power hungry noble, but this one was different. He thought cleverly, and carried a certain air that frightened the citizens out of their skins.
The King was a tall, skinny man in his mid-thirties. His wife was one that he had hand picked and demanded, threatening to kill loved ones if the family did not comply. He threw fits most outrageously and always brought his frustration out on his people. If not on the people on his poor wife, the Queen.
Something about the way the queen reacted towards her husbands actions gave sparks of hope to the people. Being his wife she had to be at the beatings he commanded, one of which was her fathers. After these occasions you could here her yelling about how disappointed and disgusted she was with him. To prove the way she felt she would refuse all else from him, anything to push him away she would whisper in a commoners ear whenever they got the chance to ask her about it. Later at nights, almost every night, you could hear cries of pain. He even beat her, his own Queen. One evening she got a different beating one viler than all the others.
King Moran, as he was called, had been talking for ages about needing an heir. Seeing as his Queen refused his offer for proper treatment there after he took drastic measures one evening at dinner. He drugged her but while she was falling into her sleep he convinced her to go to bed with him, and when she woke up she found herself next to him, to close for her liking. Memories fluttered in from the night before and she had cried all day knowing that she was going to supply an heir for her monster of a husband.
Nine months had passed and the Kingdom was besieged. While the King was out surveying the damage being done his Queen gave birth to a baby boy, the Prince. She frowned as she held him in her lap, he could not stay Troja, of that she was sure, but what to do. Akarra her dearest friend, an elf maiden was wandering around the room looking for remedies to ease her pain. "Akarra" she called weakness softening her voice. The young maiden walked over "yes m'am?" "I need you to do me a big favor." "Anything m'am" she was as worried for the little child as its mother was, but how could she help. "I need you to take the little one and run, run as far away as you can." For a moment Akarra considered refusing but she could not ignore the Queens pleading look. "And what will his name be lady?" "Cavil." Cavil was the last word spoken as there was a great crash as the King entered the castle, Akarra had to flee and she had to flee now.
Akarra had run for weeks on end resting only when necessary and barely eating. Her goal was the border. Only across this would the prophecy child be able to grow in peace to later bring his Kingdom peace and prosperity. She looked upon the little child smiling. It resembled its mother by eyes, skin, and mouth. Shivering she imagined what the Queen was going through King Moran would not be pleased and would want another heir, but the Queen was no longer able to bear any children. She smiled knowing that the King would be furious his future plans ruined, he would send out troops to search for the baby and if he could not find it he would pick his heir when close to death.
She sneaked past the border patrol and rushed towards her home the woods of Anmon. Archers circled her surprised by her quick entrance. Seeing the many faces she tripped on a tree stump and fell to the ground. She knew these people were the wood elves they were one of the only groups of people who stayed in the Old Kingdom.
The leader looked down upon her and noticed her elf mark, but the child she carried was no elf but a man. He had heard of the maiden who had run off with the new born Prince it was a tale known to all, but here was the maiden and not a tale.
She cradled the baby once more to her chest before holding him out towards the leader. Reluctantly he opened his arms and took the baby in. Its mother was well known to him, she had been the daughter of a powerful elf as well as common wife. Looking closely at it he made out the similarities. His eyes were the same deep royal blue color, fair skinned, with midnight black hair. The baby gurgled an reached out for him, but it was at this moment that the maiden tapped him once more.
He looked down. There was the girl sparkling in the moonlight but death shown in her eyes like a lamplight. She opened her mouth and spoke her last words.
"I'm running out of time sir, you must protect him."
Without saying another word she took out a hand written message with the prophecy on the front. He read the prophecy first.
In naught but more than eighteen years It will all be truly clear The sun will shine among us once again As a burning ember that brings hope once again
The tale of old Of torture and pain When we were whipped When we were beat The time has come to see the end
The un-found son Will show himself Will send his father to his tomb And bring us peace and prosperity
He sighed deeply, so much pressure on one baby, what if all went wrong, what if he fell. He took in a proud breath he wouldn't let that happen; he would train and teach this young one to be a warrior, he would make him a future King. He looked once more to the woman but she lay still back against a tall birch tree. Making a silent prayer to the Goddess of the stars, Amerah, he signaled for his clan to retreat home; to their vast city of white lit trees a perfect home for a Prince.
For many years the young man, Cavil, grew up learning from the elves about fighting, they also liked to teach songs and about peace and prosperity but no one whispered a word about the prophecy. He went unknowing of his future until his eighteenth birthday struck. The news hit him with the force of a thousand knives.
He could not believe his ignorance, how could they not tell him. While he sat in the safety of the wood elves home his people suffered from the dictatorship of the worst man in the world. All those years he had been free while his people were tied in chains and beat for addressing him improperly. He knew that his fathers reign had to end. His peoples suffering could not go unnoticed as long as he had a say. The plan was to rid the land of his tyrant of a father and reside as King to bring peace to the land. The plan seemed faulty and much could go wrong but he had to try.
During the next week he heard the prophecy over a hundred times and was ready to scream. It was enough pressure already without the whole realm expecting it. He gathered the necessary supplies, food, weaponry, clothes, maps the likes of such. He seemed to always be moving planning, watching, trying to understand how his life had changed so quickly.
"In a world of dark and twisted ways a man with courage and Sentiment is the hope for a Kingdom" the elven King had repeated this too him many times before but now it seemed to piece together. He had to have courage and sentiment. The most unlikely mix in a human. The words were of great wisdom and he would always remember them till the day he died. Now he found himself walking down the Tundril Pass to start an adventure of which he may never live to tell.
A/N: Please, Please tell me what you think. I wrote this from the top of my head when the idea sprang in and I really, really like opinions so just R&R okay! Anyway TTYL! (By the way this is for Ballonfuzz it was seven pages on word and it's just the prologue. HA, HA.)