Princess of Erodaire III: Part Seven
Rune stared at me, his old eyes filled with both sympathy
and pain. My hand was still gripping his shoulder tightly, for I knew that if
I released it I would surely fall. "Young one...I'm a fool for telling you this...but
you need to know...someday..." he thumped his cane upon the floor once more, and,
with his other hand, squeezed my shoulder before he started to slowly walk away.
"I'm old now. Worthless and only full of old tales. There's nothing for me to
hold onto now except for the past..." Rune whispered as he ambled past me and
towards the door. "Nothing for me but the past..."
I heard Rune's footsteps echo of the hallway
walls as he walked away; moments later, I heard the door slam shut and the echoes
of Rune's footsteps no longer resonated in my ears. Tears begin to well up in
my eyes before I quickly brushed them away with the back of my hand. I hated
crying, and I knew that I shouldn't, but I couldn't help it. My heart started
to beat against my chest quickly, and I found it hard to breathe. My mind was
clouded with images of my mother...my dear, sweet mother...adorned in the black
clothing of the Deathdealers.
"May they fall from Neopia and never come back,"
I growled through my clenched teeth, cursing the Deathdealers under my breath.
I soon regretted that, for I knew that if I cursed the D.o.E., than I am cursing
my own mother. Confusion started to cling to me, and more tears fogged up my
Imagine, falling for the one you were meant
to destory... Rune's words echoed in my mind accompanied by pity and sympathy.
It must have been hard for her in the past. He must've made her so complete,
and yet she vowed to take his life away years before. Now that I think back
on it, I still remember a hint of fear that seemed to glow in her eyes as she
stared into space. Memories started to flood my mind once more, and I could
perfectly picture her golden eyes mixed with both hatred and adoration as she
gazed into my father's eyes. Everything in my past seemed to become more complete
and confusing as I delved deeper into my family's history.
"I need to lie down..." I whispered to myself,
drying the tears that still clung onto my face and refused to fall. A quick
glance out the window revealed that the sun had set, and that the tomorrow shall
soon come. I hadn't even eaten lunch or dinner yet, and hunger did not pain
me. I walked towards my room, opened the door, and the first thing my eyes fell
upon was the journal upon the floor. The journal that belonged to a Rune other
than the one who had just revealed my family's secrets. I walked briskly towards
it, picked it up, sat on my bed, and opened it to the page that I stopped on
just hours before.
Month of Gathering. The 9th Day
I know...don't scold me, dear journal. I haven't written in you for many moons,
but the day after the 19th of Eating, Prince Alastare has hatched into a lovely
White Draik. Handsome, and his eyes filled with light and intelligence. He's
been keeping me busy ever since then with his mischievous ways and witty words.
My, I daresay, he may be the best of the Erodairian Blood, for he's quite a
lad. He has already memorized the maps of all the lands of Neopia, and halfway
through the geography of Kreludor. He loves numbers, the dear boy, and I believe
that he has surpassed me in that subject. Historical essays, though, could use
some work. I have no idea where he came up with the idea that Fyora is bent
on world domination. He's an ecstatic one, Prince Alastare...or as he likes
to call himself: Alast! Haha...dear boy...he shall grow into a fine King...if
he's given a chance to rule Erodaire. Oh yes, something else, the King and Queen
have adopted three more Draiks. Two girls, Maya and Alane. One boy, Methear.
Durn them...why must they continue to ruin the royal blood? Horrible King and
Queen, they are, but thank Adam the un-royals are not under my care. They are
in the Summer Castle...in the Endless Plains.
Although all is good with the dear boy, during the past few months, all of
the towers have been taken. The towns and villages are all ruined and put in
flames, and most of our soldiers are prisoners of Lorezai. Our last stronghold...our
last defense, is the King's army...The Royal Troops. The King is now out battling...and
the Queen put in charge of the castle. Dear girl, she tries so hard, but I know
from the look in her eyes that she's scared. She's scared of seeing her generation
fall before her very eyes. Alastare, of course, has heard no news or tidings
of the terrible news, for he shouldn't be burdened with it. He's too young...too
young. I fear for his future...I fear for Erodaire's future. Each day brings
more news of loss loved ones and Lorezai's victories over our troops.
Today is Draik Day...it should be celebrated. But, alas, we are all too worried.
Too worried about what the fates have in hold for our kingdom.
Ending of the Entry of the 9th Day of the Month of Gathering.
Month of Gathering. The 13th Day
I have discovered that the Queen is going to send Prince Alastare away to
a cabin. A cabin in the deepest woods of the land. He is to be sent there with
one guardian...and I am appointed that guardian. We shall make leave just as
the sun disappears behind the horizon of this night. I am to take nothing with
me except the Prince and some Neopoints for necessities. Lorezai has conquered
The Royal Guard. The King is gone. The Summer Castle has been attacked during
yester-eve. Methear was captured, Maya was captured. Alane barely made it out
with the help of a remaining Royal Guard. She now resides with the Queen in
the Castle of Erodaire. All before my eyes...I am seeing the demise of Erodaire.
I am a witness to the fall of our kingdom.
Prince Alastare is now King.
Ending of the Entry of the 13th Day of the Month of Gathering.
I stopped reading and discovered that my eyes were filled with tears. I did
not know why...wait...I did know. I was reading about the near destruction of
Erodaire, my kingdom. My heart stung with pain and sympathy for all who lived
during that time. I felt more tears well up in my eyes as I thought of the past
King, my Grandfather, Uncle Methear and Aunt Alane...they were never given a
chance to see Erodaire in it's true beauty. I quickly brushed the tears from
my eyes once more as I turned the page.
Month of Gathering. The 20th Day.
We, the King Alastare and I, are in the cabin. Cozy, dark, secret...perfect
hideout. The Queen, intelligent, I always knew that. Lorezai is now at the eaves
of the Castle of Erodaire, and the castle guards are barely able to defend it
as it is. King Alastare, the dear boy...witnessing so much destruction at such
a young age...I had to give him a Transmogrification Potion. A disguise...if
they were ever to discover me, they would recognize me as the caretaker...but
they won't recognize the king. They would leave him alone...hopefully...I shall
risk my life for him! He is the heir to the throne. He is the King now. His
mastery with the sword seems to improve each day, and so does his archery skills.
He will be a great warrior...
Ending of the Entry of the 20th Day of the Month of Gathering.
Month of Gathering. The 24th Day.
This entry shall be short. There is not much time. I have heard news from
the Dragoyle's that a new enemy lurks on the eaves of Erodaire. I have heard
that wherever they go, they leave death and pain behind them. I fear them. They
are the most powerful of all of Lorezai's troops. They were created to hunt
down the King. I fear for King Alastare, and the moment I received the Neomail,
I burned it. I do not want to burden him.
Ending of the Entry of the 24th Day of the Month of Gathering.
Gathering. 30th Day.
Lorezai's troops are still held at bay at the Castle of Erodaire's walls.
I dearly hope that the Queen and Princess Maya are doing fine. May the dear
Fyora watch over them. Prince Alastare has grown silent the past few days. He
eats, sleeps, and trains all day now. Dear boy...I wish I could somehow comfort
him. I shall speak with him tonight.
Collecting. 7th Day.
It has almost been a month since Alastare and I have ran from the castle.
Lorezai still hangs at the castle's doorsteps. I guess that the castle guards
aren't as horrible as I thought they were. The Death Bringers, the troops who
were sent to find the king, continue to pillage and plunder every person who
does not know the King's whereabouts. How much blood shall have to be shed upon
his behalf? Dear boy...I wish that he would never discover this dreadful news.
"The Death Bringers..." I whispered to myself. I knew for a fact that the
Deathdealers of Erodaire originated during my father's time, and I was positive
that these Death Bringers Rune speaks of in this passage were the original Deathdealers.
"Is that why my father hates them so? He lived in such a dreadful time...and
I believed that Vevina was a true enemy..."
My hand still rested upon the page, uncertain to whether it should turn it
or not. I had always loved happy endings, when the hero lives happily ever after
and the antagonists receive what they deserve. I practically live for happy
endings; their tales of adventure, bravery, and courage give me hope for something
better...something more. As I re-read the last passage, I have a foreshadowing
thought that Rune's journal shall not have an end which I will enjoy. I unconsciously
know that everything shall fall before his eyes, and that, like his kingdom,
he will crumble along with it. I continued to read.
Collecting. 10th Day.
I have stopped writing the fancy titles since my ink shall run out sooner
or later. Right now, I have to use crushed juice of the brogle berry to write.
Ink is scarce in this region. King Alastare grows silent. I can see the pain
in his eyes...the suffering he is going through from being separated from his
kingdom, his friends, his family. I can see the hurt in his eyes from being
isolated with no one but an old geezer to speak with. I am but a caretaker...not
an acquaintance, and both he and I knows that. Our friendship, though not forbidden,
shall be strange, and he does not want to console in me his thoughts and problems.
He needs his family...he needs his friends by his side. Dear Alastare...if I
could only help him become happier...merrier. I would give all my possessions
to finally be able to light a spark in his eyes like before.
King Alastare is slowly wasting away before me...