Ghost's of Thy Past
Please do not weep
For I have found sadness
Under thy cloves of sleep
So let me rest
This final hour
I hope you will not wonder
When thy should sunder
I will be with you
For all time
But do not forget this final rhyme
You are needed
And when you wake
Destiny will forever take
A hand in your will
Life is precious
So please protect
What this old and tired King holds dearest.
~~ King Lucas's final words
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Queen Aristae of Aion, a gentle soul who had seen too much to many, a woman whom had lost her best friend and husband, a woman whom only wanted to see her son happy, a woman who seemed to never have a bad word against anyone, sat nimbly playing with the threads on her sewing crotchet. This woman was but a ghost of whom she once was.
Once the beauty of Aion who had stolen the heart away from the handsome young King, Lucas, she was now only a little old woman who harboured a shell hiding the youth she once had. Sighing with a fable expression plastered on her age caked face, Aristae looked towards her personal maid and smiled. “Caroline, have you not seen my son, Kaiern, as of late?”
The young maid ceased with what she had been doing and shook her head. “No Miss, the last I heard he was off on one of his walks through the forest of Aion.”
Aristae’s face turned solemn as she turned her head and stared at the marble floor. The Forest of Aion was once a happy place. She remembered someone she hadn’t remembered in a very long time and turned further away from Caroline, not wanting the young woman to see her briskly formed tears. This castle was filled with ghosts from the past and Aristae’s old ears swore they often heard the giggles of children who used to play within these cold and unhappy walls.
“Your highness? Are you alright?”
Caroline gently placed a caring hand on the back of Aristae’s shoulder. The Queen tried to hide her sudden state of emotion but Caroline knew her sire better than that. Not knowing how else to calm the Queen’s often unusual emotions, Caroline twisted her small mouth and knelt down beside Aristae.
“If I may be so bold your highness? I think I know what ails you. My Grandmother told me stories of a happier time in Aion, not that I can believe the words of an old woman whose mind is going sour, but the stories were grand and they made me laugh so hard, I seemed too often find myself gasping for air as a child.”
Aristae smiled and gently brushed Caroline’s cheek. This girl knew how to make her smile. Sometimes Caroline reminded Aristae of little Elissa, but she was but a ghost now, a very sad and heart wrenching ghost of a girl who had been much too young to die that tragic day. She missed the children that seemed to hang to Elissa for dear life. Calista, she missed the girls calmness and in depth conversations. Athena, Aristae missed how they would laugh at nothing at all most days.
“Tell me Miss, my Grandmother died not so long ago, I don’t remember the stories well.”
“Who was your Grandmother, Caroline?”
“Her name was Ria, she was a handmaid such as I for the young Queen of Aion, a tale she proudly spilled to every ear willing to listen.” Caroline grinned as Aristae laughed whole heartedly. She knew this girl reminded her of someone from a ghost of a past.
“Then your Grandmother knew the stories well of the five Warriors of Aion. I remember a day, a day not to long ago, where laughter was around every corner. The Kingdom was at war with Jhai, and some Villages had to migrate to the borders for safety, but the castle was always open to those who wanted refuge from the Soldiers of Jhai. Lord Leon dared not invade the castle, because we were protected by five very special Warriors...”
Caroline’s eyes glazed over. “May I hear the story, your Highness?”
Aristae was finding it harder to hold her tears from Caroline and so, tried no longer. Tears rolled from her old and tired eyes as she nodded her agreement.
Once Upon a time, a time not too long ago, a Mighty King and a powerful Oracle set out in hopes of finding hope against the power hungry Lord Leon. The hope came in the form of a handsome young man who seemed to be able to control fire. How odd, you say? Yes, it was odd. The Oracle told Lucas that if, by chance, they found more like this young man, Aion would surely be victorious in regaining freedom of its lands. What the Oracle failed to tell your Lord and King is that in doing this, great sadness and misfortune would soon follow him.
The young man was strong and proud, happily leaving his family to help serve his Kingdom.
They soon wondered upon a young maiden, the Oracle leading every step of the way. The forest around her village blossomed and even seemed to be doing the most peculiar thing... it was as though it were protecting the village. Upon closer inspection, the beautiful girl seemed to recognise her King and explained she had asked the plants and tree’s to hide her village away from the enemies of Jhai and anyone that wishes them harm. To let King Lucas and his Oracle in meant they did not mean any harm.
How odd, you say? Yes, it was odd. The third person they found was a lonely young man, whom seemed to love the water as much as the fish. In fact, he had tried to kill King Lucas when he and his Oracle approached. The boy saw the good in him and stopped his attack. But what was peculiar is that he seemed to be able to control the water. How odd, you say? Yes, it was odd.
Soon they came upon another young maiden who seemed to be making her money as a fortune teller. What she never told, however, is that she simply told the person what they wanted to hear by reading their most inner thoughts. The money was for her poverty stricken family. Later on the Oracle realised she could also control someone’s mind for a short period of time, having controlled his own out of pure amusement. How odd, you say? Yes, it was odd.
Before their journey was over, Lucas noticed the wind had suddenly changed at a rapid pace. How odd, you say? Yes, it was odd. Upon further inspection, King Lucas, without the aid of his Oracle, followed the wind that seemed to be leading him away from his friends. Upon reaching the forest of Aion, he saw the most peculiar sight a King could see. A young girl, much younger then the two maidens he had sought out on his journey, seemed to be playing tag...
What is odd about that? You ask.
King Lucas suddenly realised, she was playing tag with herself. The wind seemed to be chasing her, lifting her hair and the leaves under her feet.
But it’s just the wind, you say, King Lucas had sought out the wind change.
If not for what happened next, King Lucas would have thought the same thing, child. For as soon as the girl saw that Lucas was watching, the leaves and everything that seemed to be suspended by the wind suddenly dropped back onto the forest floor, the strong wind that had lead him to her also was lost. How odd, you say. Yes, it was odd. This girl could control the wind.
With these five very special Warriors, Aion was sure to win against Jhai. However, Lord Leon had dabbled in dark magic, much too strong for those poor souls. They were fierce and they fought well against armies, the wind user, the fire user and the water user being the fighters and the mind reader and the one who could talk to the trees and plants gathering information on future attacks. However, Lucas had grown attached, and with their deaths, came grief he had never felt before. He trapped Leon that day, but at a price that the day he died, Leon would be released, young and never ageing.
The day Lucas died is the day the laughter had vanished. The ghosts seemed to wonder more aimlessly and Kaiern took it harder than anyone. I wish I could see them one last time, and let Kaiern see why his father put so much of his faith in them. In the end, Lucas died for freedom and for his five Warriors of Aion.
I just wonder why is it he chose to finally rest his inner anguish by their tombs.
How odd.
Yes, how odd indeed....
Please do not weep
For I have found sadness
Under thy cloves of sleep
So let me rest
This final hour
I hope you will not wonder
When thy should sunder
I will be with you
For all time
But do not forget this final rhyme
You are needed
And when you wake
Destiny will forever take
A hand in your will
Life is precious
So please protect
What this old and tired King holds dearest.
~~ King Lucas's final words
-
Queen Aristae of Aion, a gentle soul who had seen too much to many, a woman whom had lost her best friend and husband, a woman whom only wanted to see her son happy, a woman who seemed to never have a bad word against anyone, sat nimbly playing with the threads on her sewing crotchet. This woman was but a ghost of whom she once was.
Once the beauty of Aion who had stolen the heart away from the handsome young King, Lucas, she was now only a little old woman who harboured a shell hiding the youth she once had. Sighing with a fable expression plastered on her age caked face, Aristae looked towards her personal maid and smiled. “Caroline, have you not seen my son, Kaiern, as of late?”
The young maid ceased with what she had been doing and shook her head. “No Miss, the last I heard he was off on one of his walks through the forest of Aion.”
Aristae’s face turned solemn as she turned her head and stared at the marble floor. The Forest of Aion was once a happy place. She remembered someone she hadn’t remembered in a very long time and turned further away from Caroline, not wanting the young woman to see her briskly formed tears. This castle was filled with ghosts from the past and Aristae’s old ears swore they often heard the giggles of children who used to play within these cold and unhappy walls.
“Your highness? Are you alright?”
Caroline gently placed a caring hand on the back of Aristae’s shoulder. The Queen tried to hide her sudden state of emotion but Caroline knew her sire better than that. Not knowing how else to calm the Queen’s often unusual emotions, Caroline twisted her small mouth and knelt down beside Aristae.
“If I may be so bold your highness? I think I know what ails you. My Grandmother told me stories of a happier time in Aion, not that I can believe the words of an old woman whose mind is going sour, but the stories were grand and they made me laugh so hard, I seemed too often find myself gasping for air as a child.”
Aristae smiled and gently brushed Caroline’s cheek. This girl knew how to make her smile. Sometimes Caroline reminded Aristae of little Elissa, but she was but a ghost now, a very sad and heart wrenching ghost of a girl who had been much too young to die that tragic day. She missed the children that seemed to hang to Elissa for dear life. Calista, she missed the girls calmness and in depth conversations. Athena, Aristae missed how they would laugh at nothing at all most days.
“Tell me Miss, my Grandmother died not so long ago, I don’t remember the stories well.”
“Who was your Grandmother, Caroline?”
“Her name was Ria, she was a handmaid such as I for the young Queen of Aion, a tale she proudly spilled to every ear willing to listen.” Caroline grinned as Aristae laughed whole heartedly. She knew this girl reminded her of someone from a ghost of a past.
“Then your Grandmother knew the stories well of the five Warriors of Aion. I remember a day, a day not to long ago, where laughter was around every corner. The Kingdom was at war with Jhai, and some Villages had to migrate to the borders for safety, but the castle was always open to those who wanted refuge from the Soldiers of Jhai. Lord Leon dared not invade the castle, because we were protected by five very special Warriors...”
Caroline’s eyes glazed over. “May I hear the story, your Highness?”
Aristae was finding it harder to hold her tears from Caroline and so, tried no longer. Tears rolled from her old and tired eyes as she nodded her agreement.
Once Upon a time, a time not too long ago, a Mighty King and a powerful Oracle set out in hopes of finding hope against the power hungry Lord Leon. The hope came in the form of a handsome young man who seemed to be able to control fire. How odd, you say? Yes, it was odd. The Oracle told Lucas that if, by chance, they found more like this young man, Aion would surely be victorious in regaining freedom of its lands. What the Oracle failed to tell your Lord and King is that in doing this, great sadness and misfortune would soon follow him.
The young man was strong and proud, happily leaving his family to help serve his Kingdom.
They soon wondered upon a young maiden, the Oracle leading every step of the way. The forest around her village blossomed and even seemed to be doing the most peculiar thing... it was as though it were protecting the village. Upon closer inspection, the beautiful girl seemed to recognise her King and explained she had asked the plants and tree’s to hide her village away from the enemies of Jhai and anyone that wishes them harm. To let King Lucas and his Oracle in meant they did not mean any harm.
How odd, you say? Yes, it was odd. The third person they found was a lonely young man, whom seemed to love the water as much as the fish. In fact, he had tried to kill King Lucas when he and his Oracle approached. The boy saw the good in him and stopped his attack. But what was peculiar is that he seemed to be able to control the water. How odd, you say? Yes, it was odd.
Soon they came upon another young maiden who seemed to be making her money as a fortune teller. What she never told, however, is that she simply told the person what they wanted to hear by reading their most inner thoughts. The money was for her poverty stricken family. Later on the Oracle realised she could also control someone’s mind for a short period of time, having controlled his own out of pure amusement. How odd, you say? Yes, it was odd.
Before their journey was over, Lucas noticed the wind had suddenly changed at a rapid pace. How odd, you say? Yes, it was odd. Upon further inspection, King Lucas, without the aid of his Oracle, followed the wind that seemed to be leading him away from his friends. Upon reaching the forest of Aion, he saw the most peculiar sight a King could see. A young girl, much younger then the two maidens he had sought out on his journey, seemed to be playing tag...
What is odd about that? You ask.
King Lucas suddenly realised, she was playing tag with herself. The wind seemed to be chasing her, lifting her hair and the leaves under her feet.
But it’s just the wind, you say, King Lucas had sought out the wind change.
If not for what happened next, King Lucas would have thought the same thing, child. For as soon as the girl saw that Lucas was watching, the leaves and everything that seemed to be suspended by the wind suddenly dropped back onto the forest floor, the strong wind that had lead him to her also was lost. How odd, you say. Yes, it was odd. This girl could control the wind.
With these five very special Warriors, Aion was sure to win against Jhai. However, Lord Leon had dabbled in dark magic, much too strong for those poor souls. They were fierce and they fought well against armies, the wind user, the fire user and the water user being the fighters and the mind reader and the one who could talk to the trees and plants gathering information on future attacks. However, Lucas had grown attached, and with their deaths, came grief he had never felt before. He trapped Leon that day, but at a price that the day he died, Leon would be released, young and never ageing.
The day Lucas died is the day the laughter had vanished. The ghosts seemed to wonder more aimlessly and Kaiern took it harder than anyone. I wish I could see them one last time, and let Kaiern see why his father put so much of his faith in them. In the end, Lucas died for freedom and for his five Warriors of Aion.
I just wonder why is it he chose to finally rest his inner anguish by their tombs.
How odd.
Yes, how odd indeed....
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All Skye could feel was pain; unbearable pain. No doubt the car crash had left her broken in some places. Pushing herself up and off the ground, she just couldn’t hold the weight of her body from the stinging in her arms. “H-help...” she whispered. If, indeed she was thrown from the car, why was she not on some sort of gravel? Why was this place shaded? As she crashed back to the ground, Skye rolled onto her back and stared up at the tree’s that seemed to loom over her. Around her, she could hear similar noises of pain and tilted her head to get a better look.
It seemed she was not alone. Four others were in the same predicament she was in and seemed to be having just as much of a rough time. Slowly, she tried to stable herself and sit up. Upon achieving this incredibly simply task, Skye groggily went to study each and every individual. There were two females and two males that much was clear, but they seemed to all differ in appearances. Wiping some of the dirt she had on the side of her face Skye went on try and stand up, and noticed her knee was extremely painful to put pressure onto.
“Where am I?” She asked herself, waiting on for some of the strangers to come back to consciousness. “Mom?” she squeaked out, remembering her mother had been in the car that had been hit. Tears came to her eyes as she worried for her mother’s safety. “I hope your okay...” she whispered. Hoping that by some chance, the special relationship she shared with her mother could somehow give her the answers she needed.
(The forest where they have fallen ------> http://i.d.com.com/i/dl/media/dlimage/98/27/6/98276_large.jpeg
