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Okay, this is not a sci-fi fanfic, this is a pure fic of my own invention. I hope you like...I will be adding on as much as I possibly can, but as requested, here is the beginning of the book. (Yes, it really is a book) Also, if you have any better ideas for a title, let me know.
In addition, this is only PART of this chapter....I will post when I have updated the Chapter. I still have a bunch of stuff to type up on this one alone.
Chapter 1: Ceremonies
It is the day of Amalia’s coronation. There are decorations everywhere—in the halls, on the floors, even on the high ceilings of the Palace. There is even ceremonial ornamentation along the outside walls, from the very top of the building, all the way to the ground, and into the surrounding village.
Amalia looks out of one of the various windows in the hall. She notices the great crowds in the courtyard, and begins to get nervous, but swallows it and searches the throngs of people below her. All those people out there…they’re out there to supp—
“Your Highness?”
Amalia quickly turns her attention back to walking down the corridor to the balcony where she is to make her speech. She looks quickly and quietly at the mosaic floor, and the paintings on the walls. This is mine, she thinks. This is what I have grown up to have. This is what I have lived for. She reaches the entryway to the room with the balcony. She takes a deep breath, and goes inside. She takes slow, graceful steps towards the balcony, each step increasing her nervousness. Am I really ready to do this? she asks herself. Stopping at the doorway to the balcony, she looks around at the flowers that are everywhere, and she touches some that are on the jamb. Looking intently at it, then letting it go, she turns ahead, and walks to the edge of the platform. She holds onto the rails, her knees wobbling like jelly.
To her right is her mother, and to her left the chief guardsman. She glances at the guardsman, then at her mother, longingly. Then she looks out at the cheering crowd. She glimpses back at her mother, who gives her a stern look to go through with what she was born to do. I can’t screw this up. May the Stone be with me, I will not step down at this moment. I can’t keep out of this. This is what I was meant to do.
At this point, Amalia kisses the balcony. She has finally made up her mind. Myrselle is to be the advisor. She turns around, and both Verona Djharagon and Myrselle Balthere are entering the room. She greets Verona first, and that is the custom of telling her that she is not the one. Verona looks shocked, disappointed and angry all at once. She shifts her weight.
She then greets Myrselle, and takes them both out onto the balcony. She waits for a moment, and then drops a white lace scarf. It floats and leaps about in the mild breeze, and the people quiet, awed by the subtle form of command that the new Queen has used.
Now, Amalia wishes that she had been able to declare both women, instead of just one. But as the people begin to hush, she begins to speak. “My people,” she pauses a brief moment as her voice echoes off the tower walls, then continues, “it is a great honor, and a privilege, to serve as your Queen.” She stops, smiling. She looks over the décor of her Palace: the tapestries, the red, pink and white roses covering nearly everything, the pillars entwined with tri-color garlands made of these flowers. She looks out again at her people. She gazes at the commoners, the women dressed in pink, the men clad in red, and the children enveloped in snowy white. Red, pink and white are the official colors of Meladon, and the people dress in these colors on occasions such as this.
“This occasion,” she says, “will, at least for me, will be momentous for many long years to come.” She takes a deep breath, a sigh, even, and stares out once more at the crowd. They are awaiting her continuance. “It is my hope and dream that while I am serving you, that I can make you happy and safe. Your happiness and safety are my greatest concerns, and I will do my best to keep them my first priorities.
At this, the masses let out a loud cheer. Amalia feels her eyes well up with tears. One droplet slowly rolls down her cheek, and stops at the corner of her mouth. The bitter, salty taste brings her back to her senses. She goes on with her speech. “Along with reminding myself always about my people, I will do my best to keep the war under control. The war with our neighbor—our once-friendly neighbor—is something that we must all do our best to end. I will take further steps to discontinue the conflict. Measures will be taken to negotiate the end of this battle once and for all, and, if all goes well and according to plan, it will be over by the end of the year.”
The throngs once again cheer loudly. Amalia raises a hand to silence the crowd, and once they have done so, she finishes. “Furthermore, I would like to announce that my advisor will be Myrselle Balthere.” She turns to Verona and gives her a pleading look that reads, “I am sorry, but she was the better choice.” This results in a spiteful gleam in Verona’s eyes, but a pleasantly cheerful smile on her face. Verona is clapping for Myrselle when Amalia, with a dejected, apologetic look on her face, turns to Myrselle, and says, “Myrselle Balthere, until my death or yours, you are hereby to be known as T’amalia, Advisor and Administrator of the Palace of Meladon.”
Myrselle looks at Verona and tries to say something, but words fail her. She looks at the ground hastily, then coolly up at Amalia. “I accept your invitation to have me as your counselor, Queen Amalia.” She curtsies, and Verona and the other women follow suit, also curtsying, and the men bow in her presence. Only her mother stands. She turns to Amalia. “It is time,” she says complacently, but with a smile and a bright light in her eye. She and the chief guardsman leave the room. Myrselle, Verona and the others stand up. Amalia is speechless. They turn back to the balcony, and both Verona and Myrselle give speeches of their own, but Amalia is too deep in her own thought to consider what is going on, or to even comprehend what either of the other women are saying.
When they are finished, Myrselle places a hand on Amalia’s shoulder, startling her. “Your Majesty,” she says softly, “it is time.” She says it with a pleading smile. Myrselle walks into the next room, and sits a moment on a chair. She rests her head on her forearm, and takes a deep sigh of relief. Myrselle kneels next to her, and says, “We should go, now.” She stands up, and takes Amalia’s hand, helping her to her feet. They begin toward the corridor.
They walk down the hall, toward he next “phase” of the ceremony. After a minute or two, they stop, and Myrselle says solemnly, “My Queen, you must now continue alone.” She turns and follows a different path. Amalia gazes after her longingly, but then turns back to the way she is going. She finds herself being escorted by four clean-shaven guards—a rarity, even inside the Palace. She notices the festivities outside, wishing she could be part of them; she listens to the jovial music and the laughter of the people; she smells the smell of foods cooking. I will be down there soon enough, she thinks.
Suddenly, they are at the door of the throne room. Remember two things always, a ghostly voice tells her, keep your promise, and your sense of self… She walks inside the room. It is darkened except for some light coming from an atrium directly above the throne. Her mother stands there with the crown on a velvety, wine-red pillow.
Amalia walks into the room, and towards the throne. It takes her a few moments to enter, as she walks gracefully towards her mother. It is a daunting task, however, due to the sheer size, weight, and length of the dress she is wearing.
In addition, this is only PART of this chapter....I will post when I have updated the Chapter. I still have a bunch of stuff to type up on this one alone.
Chapter 1: Ceremonies
It is the day of Amalia’s coronation. There are decorations everywhere—in the halls, on the floors, even on the high ceilings of the Palace. There is even ceremonial ornamentation along the outside walls, from the very top of the building, all the way to the ground, and into the surrounding village.
Amalia looks out of one of the various windows in the hall. She notices the great crowds in the courtyard, and begins to get nervous, but swallows it and searches the throngs of people below her. All those people out there…they’re out there to supp—
“Your Highness?”
Amalia quickly turns her attention back to walking down the corridor to the balcony where she is to make her speech. She looks quickly and quietly at the mosaic floor, and the paintings on the walls. This is mine, she thinks. This is what I have grown up to have. This is what I have lived for. She reaches the entryway to the room with the balcony. She takes a deep breath, and goes inside. She takes slow, graceful steps towards the balcony, each step increasing her nervousness. Am I really ready to do this? she asks herself. Stopping at the doorway to the balcony, she looks around at the flowers that are everywhere, and she touches some that are on the jamb. Looking intently at it, then letting it go, she turns ahead, and walks to the edge of the platform. She holds onto the rails, her knees wobbling like jelly.
To her right is her mother, and to her left the chief guardsman. She glances at the guardsman, then at her mother, longingly. Then she looks out at the cheering crowd. She glimpses back at her mother, who gives her a stern look to go through with what she was born to do. I can’t screw this up. May the Stone be with me, I will not step down at this moment. I can’t keep out of this. This is what I was meant to do.
At this point, Amalia kisses the balcony. She has finally made up her mind. Myrselle is to be the advisor. She turns around, and both Verona Djharagon and Myrselle Balthere are entering the room. She greets Verona first, and that is the custom of telling her that she is not the one. Verona looks shocked, disappointed and angry all at once. She shifts her weight.
She then greets Myrselle, and takes them both out onto the balcony. She waits for a moment, and then drops a white lace scarf. It floats and leaps about in the mild breeze, and the people quiet, awed by the subtle form of command that the new Queen has used.
Now, Amalia wishes that she had been able to declare both women, instead of just one. But as the people begin to hush, she begins to speak. “My people,” she pauses a brief moment as her voice echoes off the tower walls, then continues, “it is a great honor, and a privilege, to serve as your Queen.” She stops, smiling. She looks over the décor of her Palace: the tapestries, the red, pink and white roses covering nearly everything, the pillars entwined with tri-color garlands made of these flowers. She looks out again at her people. She gazes at the commoners, the women dressed in pink, the men clad in red, and the children enveloped in snowy white. Red, pink and white are the official colors of Meladon, and the people dress in these colors on occasions such as this.
“This occasion,” she says, “will, at least for me, will be momentous for many long years to come.” She takes a deep breath, a sigh, even, and stares out once more at the crowd. They are awaiting her continuance. “It is my hope and dream that while I am serving you, that I can make you happy and safe. Your happiness and safety are my greatest concerns, and I will do my best to keep them my first priorities.
At this, the masses let out a loud cheer. Amalia feels her eyes well up with tears. One droplet slowly rolls down her cheek, and stops at the corner of her mouth. The bitter, salty taste brings her back to her senses. She goes on with her speech. “Along with reminding myself always about my people, I will do my best to keep the war under control. The war with our neighbor—our once-friendly neighbor—is something that we must all do our best to end. I will take further steps to discontinue the conflict. Measures will be taken to negotiate the end of this battle once and for all, and, if all goes well and according to plan, it will be over by the end of the year.”
The throngs once again cheer loudly. Amalia raises a hand to silence the crowd, and once they have done so, she finishes. “Furthermore, I would like to announce that my advisor will be Myrselle Balthere.” She turns to Verona and gives her a pleading look that reads, “I am sorry, but she was the better choice.” This results in a spiteful gleam in Verona’s eyes, but a pleasantly cheerful smile on her face. Verona is clapping for Myrselle when Amalia, with a dejected, apologetic look on her face, turns to Myrselle, and says, “Myrselle Balthere, until my death or yours, you are hereby to be known as T’amalia, Advisor and Administrator of the Palace of Meladon.”
Myrselle looks at Verona and tries to say something, but words fail her. She looks at the ground hastily, then coolly up at Amalia. “I accept your invitation to have me as your counselor, Queen Amalia.” She curtsies, and Verona and the other women follow suit, also curtsying, and the men bow in her presence. Only her mother stands. She turns to Amalia. “It is time,” she says complacently, but with a smile and a bright light in her eye. She and the chief guardsman leave the room. Myrselle, Verona and the others stand up. Amalia is speechless. They turn back to the balcony, and both Verona and Myrselle give speeches of their own, but Amalia is too deep in her own thought to consider what is going on, or to even comprehend what either of the other women are saying.
When they are finished, Myrselle places a hand on Amalia’s shoulder, startling her. “Your Majesty,” she says softly, “it is time.” She says it with a pleading smile. Myrselle walks into the next room, and sits a moment on a chair. She rests her head on her forearm, and takes a deep sigh of relief. Myrselle kneels next to her, and says, “We should go, now.” She stands up, and takes Amalia’s hand, helping her to her feet. They begin toward the corridor.
They walk down the hall, toward he next “phase” of the ceremony. After a minute or two, they stop, and Myrselle says solemnly, “My Queen, you must now continue alone.” She turns and follows a different path. Amalia gazes after her longingly, but then turns back to the way she is going. She finds herself being escorted by four clean-shaven guards—a rarity, even inside the Palace. She notices the festivities outside, wishing she could be part of them; she listens to the jovial music and the laughter of the people; she smells the smell of foods cooking. I will be down there soon enough, she thinks.
Suddenly, they are at the door of the throne room. Remember two things always, a ghostly voice tells her, keep your promise, and your sense of self… She walks inside the room. It is darkened except for some light coming from an atrium directly above the throne. Her mother stands there with the crown on a velvety, wine-red pillow.
Amalia walks into the room, and towards the throne. It takes her a few moments to enter, as she walks gracefully towards her mother. It is a daunting task, however, due to the sheer size, weight, and length of the dress she is wearing.
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Oops...sorry about that...I was doing this from memory, and sleep depping, and majorly buzzed...I will fix it in just a sec. But thanks for the compliment...IG-88E wrote:HMMM. Good. I have one complaint. Verilon, you keep switching back and forth between present and past tense. It's confusing.
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Thank you, and later tonight...I'll be typing it up after the comp lab opens up again in half an hour. I hope that I can get all the way thru this time without geting utterly bored of it...
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Added a few paragraphs to the fic (look for the dotted line)
BTW, there is still more to add toi this...It's gonna be a long chapter...but first step is getting it types up. I got bored of what I was typing, for the moment, plus it is undergoing MASSIVE changes from the manuscript. I will leave a dotted line every time I edit it, and take out the previous one.
BTW, there is still more to add toi this...It's gonna be a long chapter...but first step is getting it types up. I got bored of what I was typing, for the moment, plus it is undergoing MASSIVE changes from the manuscript. I will leave a dotted line every time I edit it, and take out the previous one.
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Yes...as soon as I get further in, things will begin to make sense. And thank you.
What exactly do you find hard to follow? I was mixing things around condensing, lengthening, etc. when I was writing this, so it'd be helpful to just quote some stuff maybe and let meknow so I can fix it up some.
What exactly do you find hard to follow? I was mixing things around condensing, lengthening, etc. when I was writing this, so it'd be helpful to just quote some stuff maybe and let meknow so I can fix it up some.
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Maybe I should set some background?
Well, Amalia is in the nation of Meladon, and she is being coronated as Queen. In Meladon, it is tradition to train two women to be advisor to the heiress when she does eventually become Queen. It is also tradition in Meladon to have a Queen, and not a King. I know, it sounds real Jordan-ish, but there will be large differences within the book that it will turn out to be.
This is the background for the chapter at hand.
Well, Amalia is in the nation of Meladon, and she is being coronated as Queen. In Meladon, it is tradition to train two women to be advisor to the heiress when she does eventually become Queen. It is also tradition in Meladon to have a Queen, and not a King. I know, it sounds real Jordan-ish, but there will be large differences within the book that it will turn out to be.
This is the background for the chapter at hand.
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I just can't quite get the sequence of events clear. During the whole thing the chain of events are a bit fuzzy.verilon wrote:Yes...as soon as I get further in, things will begin to make sense. And thank you.
What exactly do you find hard to follow? I was mixing things around condensing, lengthening, etc. when I was writing this, so it'd be helpful to just quote some stuff maybe and let meknow so I can fix it up some.
And the background helps. Maybe you ought to write up and post a bit of history and background
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Ah. It's supposed to be that way....it's more of a prologue than anything, but it works. Things will be resolved later on.Stormbringer wrote:I just can't quite get the sequence of events clear. During the whole thing the chain of events are a bit fuzzy.verilon wrote:Yes...as soon as I get further in, things will begin to make sense. And thank you.
What exactly do you find hard to follow? I was mixing things around condensing, lengthening, etc. when I was writing this, so it'd be helpful to just quote some stuff maybe and let meknow so I can fix it up some.
And the background helps. Maybe you ought to write up and post a bit of history and background
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I'll be sure to post more as soon as I can...I think I might be able to get some more up tonight...but I doubt it. Tomorrow afternoon seems to be the best bet, but who knows?Stormbringer wrote:Well, I'll await more then.
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Thank you.
(I thought I fixed those tense changes...?)
(I thought I fixed those tense changes...?)
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Okay mini-update (added three paragraphs...woohoo.....)
Look for the dotted lines...I hope to have more up tonight, but I dunno yet.
Look for the dotted lines...I hope to have more up tonight, but I dunno yet.
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Okay sorry about that...its just that I only type up a bit at a time....*sigh* will do better at this. I am just so used to doing things kinda liek this that I have sorta made it a habit. I'll work on that, tho. But don't expect more for a little while...In fact, when I get the whole chapter, I'll make a whole new post with the entire chapter.
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Verilon, I'm going to give you some advice: DON'T RUSH. Don't feel obligated to turn out crap-chapters so that you can get the story out fast. Trust me, it's better towait and get something done better.verilon wrote:Okay sorry about that...its just that I only type up a bit at a time....*sigh* will do better at this. I am just so used to doing things kinda liek this that I have sorta made it a habit. I'll work on that, tho. But don't expect more for a little while...In fact, when I get the whole chapter, I'll make a whole new post with the entire chapter.
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Yeh...I just re-edited what's up there as it is (posted it again, of course), but mostly minor tense changes, and added a half a sentence in there. Nothing major. I don't feel rushed by here, but I feel rushed IRL, like I'm gonna lose my touch for a while if I don't stop writing at least a couple of paragraphs a night...which is really hard when I am on no sleep for too many hours. (I almost fell asleep in comp pod this morning).IG-88E wrote:Verilon, I'm going to give you some advice: DON'T RUSH. Don't feel obligated to turn out crap-chapters so that you can get the story out fast. Trust me, it's better towait and get something done better.verilon wrote:Okay sorry about that...its just that I only type up a bit at a time....*sigh* will do better at this. I am just so used to doing things kinda liek this that I have sorta made it a habit. I'll work on that, tho. But don't expect more for a little while...In fact, when I get the whole chapter, I'll make a whole new post with the entire chapter.
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R.I.P. Eddie Guerrero, 09 October 1967 - 13 November 2005
Hot Pants à la Zaia | BotM Lord Monkey Mod OOK!
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R.I.P. Eddie Guerrero, 09 October 1967 - 13 November 2005