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by Tiix on Sat Oct 03, 2009 5:19 pm
Hundreds of years ago, two lands lived in harmony, trading, allies in war and life. The two kingdoms lived in peace, the royal families close, and their children growing up together, only two years apart. Life was great, rolling prairies, mysterious woods, cheer filled both kingdoms, there was little crime, or unhappiness, the two kingdoms had came close to utopia, what everyone had tried to achieve.
More often than not the royal families’ children, no more than 12 at the time, were together, their maids following wherever they went. Not too far into the woods they had their own little fort set up, where they would play for hours on end, where they gave each other their first kisses. The families got the children horses at the same time, so they were able to train and ride together. Many thought the two families would unite by a marriage between the two kids, but the families were smarter than that. Figuring there would be no fighting or war between them ever, the young girl’s family quickly arranged for her to get married on her 21st birthday to a prince from a nearby kingdom, making the three kingdoms an unstoppable force.
But the kingdoms quickly fell, for an unknown reason. Both received knowledge that the other was plotting against the other, about attacking and taking over their land for their own. The two kingdoms fell into an endless war, fighting for an unknown cause. And years later neither kingdom could tell which had started the war, it just was, two lands fighting, that had once been at perfect peace.
Guinevere smiled as she looked at the women of her family around the table, her father and older brother at war, leaving her mother and two grandmothers left in the castle.
“Mother, May I be excused, I’m not feeling well”
“Gwen darling, you have not been feeling well for quite some time now. I’m going to call the doctor.”
“No mother! It’s the war, I promise, it’s just, well awful, and with father and Paul gone, it’s not the same here.”
“Gwen, the war has been going on for nine years, its nothing new, and your father has been in and out for the whole time, I’m going to call the doctor.”
“NO! Mother, I’m fine, Its Paul, I worry about him, he is my older brother after all.”
Elizabeth sighed, “Gwen, if this continues I will have to call the doctor.”
“I know mother, Good night.” She got up and kissed all three of the older women on the cheek before quickly running up the stairs to her room. Opening the big wooden door and quickly closing it. Nine years already? Nine years since she had been able to be happy, go and play, Nine years… she couldn’t believe she was ten at the time the war started.
Reaching up she took the pins out of her long brown hair, it falling from the decorative knot on top of her head. She went to her large looking glass and put it back up into a tight up do, making sure nothing was in her face. Going to her closet she opened it and ripped up the board from the bottom and smiled. There sat the chainmail and armor that had been in her family for years. It was the only armor she could get her hands on so that no one would know it was gone. It was years out of date, but it still worked.
She had been planning this for a while now since Paul went off to war, it wasn’t like her to sit back and be told she couldn’t do something. He was only five years older than her; she could do the same things he could. Paul and her father taught her how to fight, and she had her horse, cobalt, which was a beast of a horse. Gwen was a strong willed woman, unlike all of the other maidens, she never fit in, and when Paul said he was going off to war with her father, she knew that’s what she wanted to do as well.
Struggling, she stripped down and put on the pants and armor that in the past months she had slowly taken from the laundry and attic. Looking once more in the looking mirror she smiled, he face looked like a young boy’s and she would have to remember to disguise her voice… but she thought she could do it. She grabbed the sword her father had given her years ago, of course telling her to never tell her mother, and took a deep breath to gain her courage. Opening the drawer of her night table she put the letter she had written to her mother and put it on her pillow.
It was late by now, and it was now time to sneak out, grab Cobalt and make her way to the battle field. Growing up in the same castle helped, she made her way almost silently through the halls, and down into the stables. Her saddle bag was packed with food and clothes, she had prepared earlier that day.
Saddling up Cobalt, she swung herself up on the monstrous horse and made her way to the battle fields.
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