Friday, June 7, 2013

Truth of Shadows

I came up with this super cool idea. Ok so I have been thinking about it for awhile.

And just so everyone is thinking of me over the weekend I wanted to do something a little special for your Friday.

Every Friday I will be posting a portion of a story, written by me.

Now, it is unedited and rough so be gentle with comments. It is not meant to be the greatest thing in a world, but it is my gift to my wonderful viewers. So enough the story and come back next Friday to find out what happens next!

            Sharp numbing pain tickled at the back of Redd's neck. So quick and sharp he hardly felt it at first, but now he was a lot more aware of the pain. Reaching back Redd rubbed the area in an attempt to stifle the annoyance. 

"Looks as if even the bees think you should be moving along." Violet laughed at him directing her white stallion back toward the path which lead to the capital city, where the grand white palace stood.

            Princess Violet was the youngest of the two daughters of the Alivordian King. Long golden blond hair, with bright blue eyes, soft frame and an elegance all her own. Violet was an enchanting sight to anyone able to catch a view of the younger princess. Redd could only agree with on lookers comment when they walked through the market, or traveled to distance districts of the kingdom for inspections. She was a beauty, but again Redd had is own group of admirers. Being young, strong, and handsome.

            Dirty blond hair crowned his head in a messy disarrayed fashion, accenting bright blue eyes, and a charming smile that made the women faint at his feet. If it wasn't for Violet's father being the king they could have easily passed as siblings.

            Pulling his hand back into view a rich red crimson covered his fingertips.


Whatever hit his neck was not a bee, or any other insect. Nothing he knew anyways, because they would not draw blood. A steady uneasy feeling built within his gut. That same feeling that told Redd danger was near. Learning along ago to trust that feeling his hand went for his sword at his side. It was his task to protect the princess, and it was a job he took seriously. Maybe the only thing he ever took seriously.

"Redd!" Violet called out again part way of the path already. "Father does not approve of tardiness!"

            Redd's hand eased off his sword scanning the area for any offenders. There was nothing, not a single thing out of place at the small lake that sat a few miles outside of town. Even if the feeling of danger hadn't completely left him, Redd followed Violet. Running toward his brilliantly red and burnt orange horse. Planting his hands firmly upon Diana's back end, and leaping onto the her back. Commanding the animal forward with a few swift kicks in the side.

            It had been three years since he took the job as Violet's guardian. Even in peace times the king did not allow his daughters to be without protection. He had made far to many powerful enemies in the great war. Even with the goddess's protection, darkness still loomed in the far reaches of the kingdom. Redd remembered it so well, the day the king himself came to his small metal working village.

"Boy, my kingdom whispers rumors of your skills.." the noble King exclaimed looking down at Redd.

            He was easily over six feet and towered over Redd. Brilliant white hair sprouted from his head and face, giving a grandfatherly appearance to the King. Despite his older appearance and often times kind hearted nature. Redd knew better. He once heard his uncle say the King brought down the southern War Lord. A man that possessed powerful magic, and employed nightmarish beasts. The King was not to be taken lightly.

"Yes, My King." Redd responded.

            Word had spread like wildfire about Redd's heroic act. Conquering the demon that had made camp in the once dormant volcano that loomed over his village. Those were dark times for the people, and the threat of fiery death was ever present. Redd had wandered up the mountain side in search of his uncle who had went to investigate. It was only by luck it ended in him being a hero.

            Despite his achievements since then Erin still thought lowly of Redd. Glaring at him from across the small kitchen dinner table. Erin was part of the Mia clan, a group of shadow walkers that roamed the lands. Long ago they had made a contract with the former rulers of Alivordia. They would guard the royal blood line, and in return. Well Redd wasn't really sure what they got in return, but the Mia's never did anything without getting something in return. Erin's snow white hair flopped to one side as he took a spoon full of stew into his mouth. The right side of jaw length hair wrapped in a series of red string that tapered off into a purple gem. His deep rich complexion brought out the grayish tattoo that extended from his left eye. A sharp slash like mark that curved with the start of his cheek. Just under the curve a solid circle of gray. On the right the same circle at the outer corner of his eye only slightly smaller. The boy was built for only being nineteen and skilled in the traditional form of Mia combat. Those trademark Mia red eyes glaring up at Redd as Erin shot him another look.

              It was like this every night since the King extended the guardians duty from the time the princesses leave their room in the morning, till they return for the night. Erin didn't care what Redd did to get this place of honor. The task of protecting the royal family was his kin's scared duty. In his mind only Nika and him were able to fulfill the duty of guarding the royal family. Erin even suggested sending away to his nomadic tribe for another guardian after Nika was appointed the head of security at the castle. The King refused and then employed Redd, which shocked everyone in the royal court.

"So, who is tonight's victim?" Redd asked lifting his eyebrow toward the ever silent Erin and Nika.

"The Count Eliot." Nika replied back. Her formal posture and slow motions as she ate never faltering.

            Nika was tall for a woman, and very thin with slight muscle definition, but she was a force to be reckoned with. No white hair adored her head like Erin because she took great care to shave it to the skin. If Redd understood correctly when Nika came to the kingdom no one took her seriously because she was a female. Shaving her head helped her look more male, but there was no hiding that soft defined female bone structure. The same red eyes as Erin's looking out from the deep golden complexion that set them apart form everyone else in the kingdom. A pure white line, much like a slash mark started at her forehead above Nika's right eye and extended down to her cheek.

"The name alone insures his doom." Redd couldn't help but laugh as Erin joined into the conversation with a joke. He never knew Erin had a sense of humor.

"Why does the King put her Highness through this?" Redd asked moving the remains of his stew around. "She clearly has no intention on taking a husband."

            Every night the King had another wondrous plan to draw the attention of his oldest daughter toward a young gentleman. The numerous suitors was endless, but the eldest daughter, Andrea, never entertained them for long. Redd didn’t blame the men when they swarmed to the King's proposal. Andrea was a rare beauty with long silk like brown hair and deep blue eyes that offered a great deal of mystery. Her face was enough to end wars or start them, set  on a sinful body. Redd could see why the line of suitors was endless. Even if Andrea had the reputation of being cold and critical.

"It is the custom for a woman of royal birth to marry young." Nika chimed in. "Our people live off tradition, you more then anyone should respect that Erin."

            Her tone harsher toward the end. Scolding Erin for suggesting even the hint of disrespect to anyone of higher rank. It must have worked, because Erin's gazed return to his bowl swiftly and he said nothing else. Law stated that a woman of royal birth was to wed by her sixteenth birth day. Andrea would be eighteen this year, she had been avoiding the topic of marriage for nearly two years. The King's leniency was clearly running thin as he filed suitor after suitor in for her to view.

"Well, outdated traditions are made to be broken, or at least adjusted." Redd added. To him no one should be forced into anything. Redd was a free spirit and Nika often called him a Raven Wolf. Not a typical creature since the Raven Wolf was a myth said to wander and guard the realm between realities. It was a solitary creature and abided by no rules. It could never be tamed or chained.

"Yes, perhaps you are correct." Nika added.

            Shock flashed over Redd's face. Was this not the woman who just stressed the importance of tradition? It was an odd thing to agree to, but it was often he found Nika to be a contradiction.

"Excuse me, but I think it is about time Redd and I be moving along." Erin interrupted. "Our charges will be awaiting us."

"And the new guest has no doubt stormed out." Redd laughed taking a few more quick bits from his bowl.


            The dinner had not gone as planned. The King more enraged than either Erin or Redd could remember. Violet had been trying to stifled her laugh as the insulted count rushed out of the dinning hall just past Redd and Erin.

"I doubt he will be returning." Erin said just avoiding the swinging dinning room door. Redd laughed as door closed once again.

"I do believe our dear Princess Andrea is setting a record." Redd joked again just before the commanding and violent tone of the King sent a shiver of fear through is body.

"Andrea!" the King yelled to his daughter. "I am shamed by your manners. Eliot was a gentleman and very respectful to you." The noble King's voice raising with every word. His pitch and tone edging toward murderous.

"You had no reason to turn him away like that." he yelled, but Andrea was not phased by any of it. She simply laid her fork and knife down and brought her napkin up to her mouth. Dabbing at that corners of her mouth like one of the snotty nobles she so hated, and then returned it back to the table.

"A gentleman after a crown, a kingdom, money, and a beautiful prize to show off." Andrea's way of speaking filled with underlying sarcasm. " Pick a reason, because that boy was a shallow clod!" Andrea yelled now slamming her fists on the table as she stood.

            A violent growl echoed out for the dinning hall, sending waves of fear through Redd's body. The King never lost his temper or growled, or raised his voice to his daughters. This simply was not going to end well.

"You will NEVER be Queen!!" he yelled to the unruly princess. "Never! Do you understand ME!!"

"I never said I wanted to be queen." Andrea's reply coming in a clam, collected manner, only enraged her father more. A tense silence fell between the two of them. Violet huddled in fear against the cushioned chair she was sitting in. This ordeal would forever been burned into her mind. Showing the young princess just how frightful her father could be when pushed.

            Andrea was fearless, as she walked to the door and gently pushed it open. Glancing at the fearful and shocked expression of the two guardians. Gathering what composure she had felt. She commanded for Erin to follow her as she disappeared down the long dark hallway.


            Nights at the palace were the best. They were peaceful and very uneventful. Locked away in the Library with Erin and their two charges. Yes, the nights were what Redd considered an easy job. Andrea sitting in her large cushioned chair, Violet on the smaller across from her. A heated game of chest set between them. Erin sitting beside Andrea, like every night. Drinking in the piles of books in the library. Usually Redd would have joined him, but not tonight. After dinner and the show, Redd had started to feel warm. Hot even despite the chilly nature of the stone palace. By the second game of chests the back of Redd's neck had started to tense and burn.

            It wasn't until the room started to spin that he knew this was something serious. Leaning forward, Redd reached for the back of his neck. Trying to rub away the tension.

"Are you alright Redd?" Erin's voice echoed far away in his ears. "You are not looking your best."

"He is right, you do not look healthy at all." Violet chimed in with concern in her voice.

            Ignoring the sweat that raced down his face Redd shook his head. The spinning had stopped for the moment.

"Just feeling a little tired." he admitted leaning back into the chair. "It has been a long day."

            A complete and utter lie. Today was easy in comparison. A nice warm day at the lake watching Violet practice her spells. He even got in a nap while she was busy trying to create ice on top of the lake.

"Maybe you should start heading home." Violet suggested and to Redd's surprise Erin did not disagree. He only nodded in agreement to Violet's suggestion.

"No, no I am fine." Redd protested. "I will walk you to your room then be off."

"Erin can walk her," Andrea's voice rang out for the first time since the argument. "You best take off while your health is still fair."

            Shocked expressions crossed their faces. Andrea was never compassionate to Redd. In fact she often went out of her way to increase the difficult nature of his life. To say she was a bully to him, would be putting it lightly. They all stared as Andrea started to pack away the chest pieces.

            Redd moved slowly to leave not sure if this would result in some form of punishment later. It was his duty to ensure Violet returned to her room each night. But with Erin's reassuring nod he took off along side Violet and Erin.

            Andrea finished returning the books and game to their place. It was an odd thing for a princess to do. Clean after herself, but Andrea was strange like that. She hated people fusing over her, and walking behind to clean her mess. It was silly when she could do things for herself just fine. Placing the last book into place she headed to the door. A small flash catching her eye as she passed the chair Redd had been sitting in.

            Laying on the red cushion was a small arrow with a metal tip. A tiny yellow feather suck out from the back. Cautiously she picked up the item, studying it with narrowed eyes. This item was very troubling. Bringing it under her nose she took in a familiarly alarming scent.

"Andrea?" Erin called out from the doorway. "What is it?" he asked knowing that look on her face. It was one of alert, worry, and panic.

            She tossed him the item and hurried pass him. She had to hurry there could not be much time left. Redd would die if they did not get to him in time.

"Wait?!" Erin yelled. His face littered with that same panic. "I will come with you."

"No, find Nika." she instructed. Gathering her long blue dress in her hands to move faster. "She will be able to stop it!" Yelling the last part as she disappeared into the dark hallway.

Until next week My Sexy Demon Minions!!