Telltale the Darigan Dancer: Part One
She was a pretty and young Darigan Aisha that dear wanted
nothing to do with Meridell. Forced by two things: her mother, and a Circlet.
Many of a tale tell about the circlet; how it
is encrusted by a special hypnotic power, how it burns fiercely in the hands
of the holder, or in this case the head...but why?
And this Aisha? She is a very famous dancer.
Many of the curious told that she was a good person (from Meridell or Darigan),
other of the very respected rarity spoke of she was an evil Darigan citizen...she'd
be evil, all right, but just listen, listen when they telltale the Darigan Dancer...
* * * * * * * *
Chantel gripped her tambourine tightly as her
mother Morguss entered the room. She grimaced under the cold icy stare of the
powerful yet fool of a Moehog. "Hello, mother," she growled. Her mother was
very despicable, and tortured her ruthlessly.
"I thought I told you not to dance before spells!"
Morguss yelled. She pointed a hoof at the young Darigan Aisha, her daughter.
Same as the young Aisha's mind: her daughter was a clumsy fool, and was so kind
to anybody! "Without magic, you'd die quickly in battle!"
"You wanna send ME in Battle?!" Chantel breathed
angrily, exhausted. She glared at the looming figure over the door. "Kass!"
"It's Lord Kass to you! Enough with the
foolishness, Chantel," he snarled. "Either we use you as a Punchbag, or we put
you IN FRONT LINE."
Chantel winced at the sharp tone of Kass' voice.
"I refuse to know you as my new Lord," she said. "Our TRUE Lord does not engage
in faulty warfare without a good reason. You lied."
Lord Kass stared at the Aisha with astonished
eyes. "Lied? Hoho, Chantel, you feeble fool, I am not just attacking Meridell!
Remember? They could plan of taking advantage of us! And they once stole the
Orb from us."
Chantel was an improvement to the other Darigan
Aishas. If you saw her you'd think she'd have a more fancier name, probably
one with an "A" at the end. Her copper-orange hair was in straight locks, all
the way to her shoulders where they slightly curved outside. Her eyes were red
and green, her lips not so huge. Her ears had notches in them; the right ear
had two clipped earrings; and her earstalk ears were black and pointed. For
years her spikes growing from Darigan Aishas backs and claws had been hidden
in her fur, and even if you were to shave her bald, you'd only see the smallest
(and not that sharpest) of claws and spikes. A silver chain with a hammered
gold "D" hung from her neck. Indeed even a Meridellian would say she was fair
Chantel muttered darkly under her breath as
Kass and Morguss left. "Advantage of us? I'll bet anyone that Meridell be happy
with what they have. Advantage of us, ha! What would that wonderful kind country
want with us?"
She dropped the tambourine and grabbed a crossbow
and arrow, looked out upon Meridell, pulled back, and still today every Meridellian
playing Ultimate Bullseye wondered what hit the bullseye.
* * * * * * * *
The next day when every soldier, spearer, archer
or even mage was preparing for battle, Chantel was in her room, combining dancing
The world slipped away as she stepped here,
then back, and then twirled, swaying her arms. She hopped once, twirled again,
and stepped lightly. Then she waved her arms; beautiful Spell Faeries appeared
and twirled around her. Chantel laughed joyfully, and stumbled just as the magic
was broken as the Faeries turned gray and vanished.
"You didn't have to spoil it," she grumbled,
turning around to find Morguss.
"Oh, but I had to, dearest," she smiled. "I
was watching how well you danced. Perhaps you may be of some use right now."
Chantel let her tense shoulders rest. She cocked
an eyebrow. "And just who am I dancing for?" she said.
Her mother suddenly shoved in her paws a variety
of beautiful garments and dresses. Each had many varieties like a red vest or
a long maroon skirt, or a white blouse with puffed sleeves, with green elastic.
Illusen's comb rested on the pile of wonderful outfits, and even a bottle of
perfume. Chantel flipped open a small box and stared at the variety of beautiful
"Now dress," Morguss ordered, before shutting
the door behind her. She grinned at Lord Kass. "Well, have you considered my
plan?" she whispered.
"You're White Weewoo, Morguss," Kass hissed.
"It'll never work. How is that scumbag supposed to fall for your brat? The dresses
are beautiful, but let me assure you that those Meridellians," -he spat the
word as though he ate dirt- "think we're completely ugly."
Morguss was chuckling. Then she was laughing.
She walked down the aisle, beckoning Lord Kass to follow. "You know," Morguss
smiled malevolently, "Lords like you don't think about ingenious plans regarding
those of a Spellcaster's." She lowered her voice. "I am yet an amateur mage,
but do you actually think I'd let Chantel go through the doors of Skarl's castle
without a quick spell?"
Lord Kass seethed, then his eyes let up. "Of
course!" he laughed. "Heh, nice plan you've got up your sleeves, Morguss, but
how you going to do that? Even with a sweet sense of vanity, Chantel's never
gonna dance for that fatso!"
Morguss smiled. She turned to her table of potions,
hexes and scrolls and gingerly lifted up a white cloth. Something seemed to
be inside the cloth as Morguss clutched the object so suddenly, her eyes filled
with greed. "Take it!" she hoarsely gasped.
Now Lord Kass was afraid. He quickly snatched
the object and felt as though he was the most of all-powerful. It was like when
he retrieved the Orb from Meridell...
His eyes widened. "Th, this is, I mean, wh,
how, where, I meant to say-?" he stammered, then snarled. "How did you get this?"
He unfolded the cloth and slipped in his hand
the beautiful fragment of gold, its entrancing patterns hypnotizing him. He
stared as it levitated slightly and began spinning in his hand. Yes...he didn't
need the pathetic Three for THIS powerful trinket...
Morguss quickly snatched it back. "Don't," she
ordered. "That's exactly what Chantel will feel, the opposite of what she is.
From a kind little spirit to the youngster I wished for. And that means she
would refer to you as Lord Kass from now on until she possesses it."
Now Morguss, who was an expert at shapeshifting
objects, muttered a small incantation, and instantly the pretty piece wove into
a circle, a gaping hole in the middle. "A circlet, my Lord," she cackled, lifting
the circle. "We'll place this wonderful object on her head so her instincts
would be to hypnotize Skarl and those other Meridellian fools!"
"What if she tries to remove it?" Kass questioned.
"The Orb attracts all," Morguss responded. "She
wouldn't have the sainted soul to even lift the thing off her head!"
"Oh, look," she said, and pointed out the window.
Lord Kass watched as a Blue Zafara came running back to the Citadel. "Maybe
you should tell her about the plan."
"Of course, Morguss," the Eyrie smirked. "You
* * * * * * * *
Chantel stared at herself in the mirror. If only
the dress was purple, she thought grimly. "The Meridell care so much about red
Chantel wore a silk undergarment with a red
vest and a flowing crimson skirt. She had tried best to comb her hair into.
She also wore two red wristbands and instead of the two golden studs on her
right ears two sparkling gold loops were clipped to her ear.
Morguss reappeared, holding a wonderful piece
of gold. "Chantel, I want you to wear this," she said, a certain twinkle in
Chantel stared at the circlet, her eyes never
leaving its beauty. She felt powerful waves of energy wafting over to her as
she gently picked the circlet up. She placed the piece over her head. The power
Morguss's eyes widened and an creepy evil look
spread upon her face. "Now!" she boomed. Chantel screamed as a burst of light
emerged from the circlet. She gripped her head and doubled over, feeling as
though a hurt Water Faerie was shrieking in her ears. She gasped for breath
and collapsed to the floor. Morguss was laughing maniacally as she thrust a
mirror into the Aisha's face. Chantel nearly choked.
Her face was that of a gypsy's, a soft brown
and breathtaking look. Dark brown eyeshadow and hypnotic yellow and green eyes,
instead of the red and green eyes. Her hair was now a shiny fiery amber with
curly locks of hair. Her lips were more visible and a full red. Her ears and
earstalks weren't torn, they became a soft triangular shape. Chantel never really
had spikes on her back or sharp claws that she kept hidden forever, but the
fur was much more softer.
"I thought I was beautiful enough. Even the
Meridellians would say I'd be the prettiest Darigan pet in all of here." Then
it dawned upon her. No wonder mother Morguss asked me to wear a RED DRESS, she
joked, but the joke was serious. "I'm not going to Meridell!" she spat.
"Of course you're not," Morguss replied. "You're
not just going to Meridell, you're going to Meridell to dance for King Skarl
and those other insects!"
Chantel snorted. "Why would I want to waste
time with them?" she questioned.
"Didn't you hear what I said?" a voice responded.
Kass peeked behind Morguss. "Either a Punchbag, or in front line. Since you
don't want to fight in the war, you can BE part in the war, a simple distraction."
Chantel stared. "So that's it?" she said, blinking
away tears. "I get to be part of a very big event, and all I am is the simple
attraction just for them?" She stood up, and suddenly to Morguss and Kass' confusion
they were walking backwards. "Despicable," she snarled angrily before slamming
the door in their faces.
Kass growled. "You have no choice!" he roared.
"You'll have to, otherwise I'll make sure that you pay for what you've done,
and hoho, is it going to HURT painfully, you brat!"
"Even if you'll be walking backwards for the
rest of your life?" Chantel's voice retorted mockingly.
"Er, yes, even that!" Kass shouted. Morguss
slapped a hoof to her forehead as they were retracing their steps back (literally)
in the main hall.
- TO BE CONTINUED... -