I remember the event because it was my 123rd birthday, the day I finally became a pre-adult. I was hanging out with my best friend the Crown Prince of the Wolf Tribe. He had already hit his 123rd birthday and celebrated it with out having to worry about anything big.
My birthday on the other hand marked the start of the great war. With my fathers youngest brother Valor. Valor wasn't completely there when he was young if you know what i mean and he still wasn't completely there when he got older. It was like he got crazier and crazier everyday.
On his 327th birthday he declared himself king over all and tried to make everyone his slaves. All he got for that - was that he got pushed back to the farthest and darkest part of the country, by father and Jakeems father.
Valor My evil twisted uncle claimed war that day on my birthday. He swept through the land killing anything in his path which happened to be the very kind, joyess tree spirits.
He wiped them out and because he did this the forests, the swamp of life - where my kingdom lay hidden died. Everything turned black, the fruit trees, our vegetables. crying Nobody, anywhere could plant anything without it turning black. It was horrible,...some of the other races that relied on the plants died or moved to a different country because they could not eat the black plants, and we needed those races to trade with.
Altough this happened one rumor came back to my father in his hour of need.
"your majesty theres a rumor floating around that one tree spirit has survived." his second in command Lynyrd annoced.
"WHAT!?! eek How could this be. I want this tree spirit found....maybe he or she can help us fix this problem."
"yes your majesty"
And from then on we searched everywhere. Finally giving up a little bit after my 150th birthday which in human years would be around 18. My father was upset so often since then because the food we harvested all those years ago was running low and not even the giants food was helping us. I mean it was a little but what can you do when you have to feed your whole kingdom along with others. Especially when the giants had to ship everything over seas to us.
One day when my father and I were listening to the peoples problems in the thrown room. Three commanders and six guards came in holding onto what looked like angels. But I knew better, they were from the tribe called the Soaring Egales. But these guys looked a bit different from the Soaring Egales.
One was dark skinned, I would say brown but that wouldn't fit him because he was much darker than that, and the other one looked chinese of what i could see of him. They were both massive, probably weighing 200 but they were all muscle and they had to be around 7'4".
The two men were wearing what we called a killian because kilts were a kind of skirt that went to the knees but a killian is a long skirt that touches the floor. The killian has a long piece of material only in the front and in the back so its not exactly a skirt because its missing the material on both sides of thier bodies, showing their pants underneath. Along with their boots.
Their killians were a pure white, their boots that came up just below their knees were gold along with the thick belt and thier wrist cuffs. Being bare from belt up was impressive cause it showed all their muscles to fine detail and the way the light played across thier chests and the elmerads that hung around their necks
to be continued
 Princess of The Wolves16 · Sun Jun 03, 2007 @ 08:46pm · 1 Comments |
