Chapter 4: Pia's Tale- The Truth//Hedda

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Chapter 4: Pia's Tale- The Truth//Hedda; Thaddeus Series-The Secret of the Forest
Topic Started: May 2 2008, 05:38 PM (256 Views)
Mythic	May 2 2008, 05:38 PM Post #1
Fantasy Writer Posts: 342 Group: Writers+ Member #9 Joined: Mar 23, 2008	I dont have much comentary on this other than this is chapter four plus the second "Hedda" chapter. Hope you like it! Chapter 4 Pia’s Tale- The Truth The Ognyan’s mighty blast of fire was nearly touching the back of Thaddeus’s neck, when he saw it. A bright light that looked as if it had come from the heavens was gracefully dashing across the sky, silent- but giving the peculiar illusion that it was making a noise, or changing the noises around it. It was the color of the sky, but with the sparkle of an ocean. It was the color of the sun, but sparkling much more like the heavens themselves. The shimmering light passed across Ballard, Truman, Thaddeus and the two Ognyans. An immense tension and weight could be felt as it touched, but was soon lifted as the light fully enveloped them. Everything in the light sparkled-Thaddeus, Ballard, Truman, the burning buildings, everything…except the Ognyans. They erupted into white flame, their fire breath and themselves dissolving into thin air. One Dark Soldier in the area screamed, “No! How? Get them!” The Dark Soldier ran up to Thaddeus and his friends, but when the miraculous light reached him, he fell to the ground in pain shriveling and wilting, and erupted into white flame just as the Ognyans had. The beam of light traveled across all of Darinople. Thaddeus, Truman, and Ballard watched in awe as the Dark Soldiers erupted into the same white flame, all the men, women, and children appearing from inside their burning homes gaping, not sure whether to be joyous or afraid as they were illuminated in white light. Many Dark Soldiers tried to run away, but none escaped-all had the same fate. Truman then saw Mussek, and with a shock, noticed that his little cape on his little back was aflame, starting to catch his whole body. He let the cape go, and got on one of the deceased Dark Soldier’s horses and rode away, escaping the light that had penetrated evil. Riding into- the Bradshaw Forest! **** Thaddeus, Truman, and Ballard were in utter silence as the light faded away. The burning had stopped, all was silent, and people seemed to be frozen. “What happened?” Ballard asked, his mouth gaping open. He looked at Truman. “I…I don’t know,” he answered, and he fell to the ground on his knees, shocked. “I am as clueless as you are, “Thaddeus said, a look of utter confusion and relief on his face, “but I think we should head back to Orville and tell King Titus and Queen Hypatia what has just happened.” The group agreed and headed out of Darinople, silence overcoming them. They were able to take the shorter route this time, not only because there was no longer a guard at the outpost, but because it was safe. On the way there, Truman broke the silence. “That must have been a spell, but only a light mage could have cast it. A light mage is very rare, a pure soul clean of any immoral intents is needed. It seemed as if all evil was removed back there-but that can’t be, because Mussek saved our lives, and he surely was on our side, but he caught flame as well. Maybe those who had done wrong sometime in the past also-” “We can only hope he is on our side,” Thaddeus said softly, “We can only hope.” As Thaddeus, Truman, and Ballard reached the gates of Orville, two guards stood before them. Truman reached for his identification, but the guard stopped him. “King Titus has been waiting for you,” he said solemnly. “He wants no delay. A servant told me that you would arrive at this time, how she knew I do not know.” “…Thank you,” Thaddeus replied, unsure of what had been said and still recovering from shock. While they walked up the stairs to the Great Castle of Orville, Thaddeus sensed that something was wrong. Truman and Ballard had worried looks on their faces also. Nothing seemed to be glowing anymore, and everything was quiet. The bright houses seemed grayed, as did the people. Even the blue sky had gray clouds above-never before had a storm hit Orville. All life seemed paler. The city had lost its spectacular glow. When they reached the castle, another guard told them to go into the sanctuary. This room was on the fifth floor of the castle. Ballard asked what door to go into, but the guard just sighed and told him that he would find it. The castle was empty. The greatness that it had been the day before was no longer there. The rooms had lost its sparkle, and the fountain ceased to pour water, a bland puddle in the bowl remaining. An eerie echo could be heard each time Ballard, Truman, or Thaddeus took a step. As they walked silently down the hallway and up the five flights of stairs, no one said a word; except for Ballard who cursed when he saw the doors that Pia had shown them earlier. The once glorious doors with the shining red stars were not as they had been. The doors looked old and rotten, and the glowing red stars were pale red marks on the wall. “What has happened?” Truman sighed to himself. His whisper echoed. They continued on. Thaddeus noticed that there was not a guard in sight, and all the servants were nowhere to be found. Where has everyone gone? Thought Ballard. As the companions reached the fifth floor, there was a door to its entrance. When it was opened, the immense room was revealed, appearing to be an indoor garden. Thaddeus saw a beautiful sight- at least compared to the rest of the castle. The sanctuary. The walls were made of crystal, and shimmered like a million gems, reflecting light from the sun in every direction. Plants grew everywhere, white flowers with violet patterns, and pink poppies with red pollen. Green vines with yellow and orange flowers sprouting from them crawled along the ground as bushels of leaves lined the wall. Trees shot up into the air, some touching the clear glass ceiling one hundred feet up, their branches like hands reaching out to touch the sun. Ballard noticed that all of the guards were guarding a bed in the middle of the vast room, and servants bustled around, helping two figures lying on the bed. Truman then recognized the two figures. Princess Saloma and her sister Selima were still, eyes closed, and Truman would have thought they were dead, if it weren’t for their chests moving ever so slightly each time they took a breath. King Titus then walked up to the group. “I have horrible news,” he said but the solemn, cold look on his face said it all. “I fear that my daughters are dying. They haven’t moved or talked for nearly five hours. All they do is breathe. And...they…” Titus choked. Hypatia walked up next to her husband. “They are light magi, the only ones in existence.” “How?” Truman stuttered. Thaddeus and Ballard had surprised looks on their faces. Neither could speak a word. Queen Hypatia spoke of what happened. “It was about 2 and hours after you left for your journey when it happened. My two daughters stood up, as if in pain. They ran out to the balcony, and I followed, Titus not far behind. Then, they stopped at the edge of the balcony, and they froze, as if they were not there! They wouldn’t blink; they just stared. Then, I saw the smoke. Saloma and Selima still wouldn’t move, but they yelled ‘peace’ and heavenly light erupted from them. That is when I knew that, somehow, they were the last two light magi. A woman told me years ago of this, but I never listened. They then collapsed, unconscious, and Titus and I carried them to the sanctuary, in hope of healing. They still have not awakened.” “A woman? Who was the woman?” “That is not of importance Truman,” Hypatia said, confiding none of her secrets. “I understand what has happened,” said Truman, a bit bewildered, but still, how did they inherit their powers?” “I can answer that.” A frail and soft voice was heard behind Truman. “Pia!” he gasped. “How could you know?” “I have a story,” she said gazing into nothing, “Maybe this will answer your questions.” Pia began: “A long time ago, there was a great warrior, master of the sword, bow and arrow, a genius. He also was a powerful Mage, master of all light spells, and had psychic abilities. He could read peoples hearts, and find their destinies. His name was Sandor. He was invincible! Then, during a battle, Sandor met a woman, Gloria, and they got married. Later, they gave birth to a child, and were as happy as can be. Like I said, Sandor was invincible, until he met his match, Hade. Hade was just as powerful as Sandor- in dark magic. They clashed in a major battle, one that would start a new age, and Sandor was defeated, Hade’s dark magic overpowering him. Hade wished to seek out all descendants of Sandor, but he failed, and died at the age of one hundred-seventy, his power consuming him. Sandor’s child did not inherit his power, but that child later had children of his own. Pia quieted as she finished her tale. She then looked up at Titus, Hypatia, and Thaddeus, Truman, and Ballard. Each of them exchanged bewildered glances with each other. Finally, all eyes stared at Pia. “How do you know all of this?” Truman asked. “Yes, you are not just a servant,” Titus hissed. Pia was obviously not done speaking. “Selima and Saloma,” she said, “have their powers, for they are descendants of Sandor.” “How?” Hypatia asked. “Sandor was the King’s great ancestor. His power is strong within your daughters.” Then, Ballard questioned, “How could you possibly know all-“ Pia interrupted. “I am also a descendant from Sandor. I am not nearly as strong as a mage, but I inherited some of Sandor’s physic abilities. I can read peoples hearts, and find their destinies. I have read all of yours, and I know what is to become of you. Thaddeus, this medallion is the key to your destiny.” Pia handed Thaddeus a beautiful round gold medallion. It had a crystal, possibly a diamond, in the center; that sparkled like the waters of the ocean on a hot day. “ What is this for?” Thaddeus asked. “When your destiny is to be fulfilled, you will know,” Pia answered. “Wait a minute…” Truman said softly, “If you are also a descendant from Sandor that means that you are related to Selima and Saloma, the daughters of the King and Queen!” Pia stuttered. “It may be so…” “Truman is right!” King Titus bellowed. “You are somehow related to my daughters, Hypatia, and I!” “How?” Truman asked again, “How are you related? Who are you?” Pia’s hazel eyes flashed, her gaze finally focusing on Truman. “I,” she said, “am Julia’s lost daughter, Perdita. Hedda Hedda was sitting on her throne towards the back of her colorless dark chamber. It was a shining midnight black, and it had several glowing red jewels at the top that looked as if they would explode. Zale was standing on the right side of Hedda, his green eyes glaring at a large and shady wooden double door at the front of the room. On Hedda’s left side was a muscular man with pitch black eyes and dim, dark brown hair. Wrapped around his wrists were two metal cuffs, each holding a black jewel, and if you looked at them long enough, you could see dark clouds swirling around inside, and purple lightning flashing. The tension in the room was so extreme, that if a balloon happened to float into the room, it would have imploded. The only light in the room came from the space between the bottom of the large doors, and a small window located in such a place that a dim light fell on Hedda and her throne, illuminating her pale but beautiful face and bringing out her blood red lips, the only bright color in the room. Hedda was drumming her fingers on the arm of her throne, her free hand clutching a long, slender staff, black as a crow. Claw-like bars shot out of the staff, clutching a clear orb placed at the tip of it. “Where is he?” Hedda bellowed, her echo traveling through the cold, stone, walls of her immense fortress. As if in reply, one of the two old doors creaked open, and a figure scurried inside, slowly closing the door after he was inside. “Finally,” Hedda said smugly, “you are here!” The figure scurried to the throne, and, catching the light; a man’s face was revealed. The short man knelt at the throne, and whispered to Hedda, “My Queen, I have done as you asked.” “Tell me then.” “Those three warriors Titus sent out to look for you are indeed on their way.” “Yes I know. Tell me what happened about my attack on that town, Darneople, or something like that.” “The attack on Darinople was a success, until…” The man paused. “Until what?” Hedda questioned, a hint of fury in her voice. The tension heightened, some of it beginning to leak. Still, the man was quiet, until the muscular man with the cuffs on his wrists made a fist, pointed to the man, and smashed his fist against his large palm. “My lady…a spell was cast…a light spell. The last two light magi that you have been searching for are here, and they cast a spell, destroying all of our warriors and restoring all the houses in that town. Just like that woman predicted. Her warning was real.” Hedda fumed; one could almost see the tension beginning to leak out of her ears. “What?” Hedda hollered as her hair momentarily lifted as if by a breeze“ How could you let this happen?” Hedda’s guard that had those dreadful cuffs made a motion to stand and get rid of the man, but then the man quickly squealed, “I’ve got it, your highness.” The guard stood up, snickering, ready to annihilate the man. “No need, Burchard,” Hedda said. “The guard sat down, sulk looks on his face, obviously disappointed. To him it was all a game. “You have it?” “Yes.” “Hand it over then.” Hedda snickered as a small tube filled with cloudy purple liquid fell into her hands. “Finally, I have it,” she whispered, stroking the tube as if it were a precious pet. “The essence of darkness!” As she finished speaking she let out a laugh and stood. Hedda poured the entire vile of liquid on top of the orb attached to her staff. She chanted a mysterious prayer, which sounded like a spell. Instantly, the staff erupted in purple light, black sparks sneaking out of it every few seconds. "Where did you get this?" Hedda sighed with lust, her gaze fixed upon her staff. “Let’s say I borrowed it from a new friend,” the man snickered. “Did you place the boar near Orville?” “Yes, your highness, but surely someone will notice it is poisoned?” Hedda laughed. “I used a curse, so that the boar will not be poisonous until even a single morsel touches poor King Titus’s mouth. You may leave now, my loyal spy. “Yes, your highness.” The spy walked out of the room, and as he closed the creaky wooden doors behind him, the purple light from the staff caught a dagger, dotted with red and black jewels, placed in the spy’s belt. Edited by Mythic**, Oct 26 2008, 08:08 PM.
	I believe ...... Two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different. I believe....... That your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you. I believe. Do you?


Allyson	May 8 2008, 01:20 PM Post #2
Observer of all Posts: 2,337 Group: Root Administrator Member #1 Joined: Jan 29, 2008	Good thing I read this chapter, since it's important for the whole story. There are, though, a few things I'd like to point out. Some things are just spelling, but other things are what I thought. :) Quote: Little did he know that his question would soon be answered. I don't think you need this...It gives the read less interest to read it, since they know they'll find out what happends soon and doesn't have to read more to find out. Quote: said Truman, a bit bewildered, but still, how did they inherit their powers?” You need to show when he starts talking. :) Quote: Sandor’s child did not inherit his power, but that child later had children of his own. Pia quieted as she finished her tale. Here you need to show that Pia is finished talking ("). Quote: Hedda hollered as her hair momentarily lifted as if by a breeze“ How could you let this happen?” You need a period and a space. Quote: “Where did you get this?” Hedda stammered. I don't think stammered is a good word for a queen (is she a queen?) so powerful. :) Good job.
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Mythic	May 8 2008, 06:08 PM Post #3
Fantasy Writer Posts: 342 Group: Writers+ Member #9 Joined: Mar 23, 2008	Holy moly I have a bundle of spelling. I agree with your suggestion about the soon anwered question, that is really dumb what the heck! I though I got rid of stuff like that... Quote: I don't think stammered is a good word for a queen (is she a queen?) so powerful. I know. I was pondering over that. She is supposed to say it admiringly but I dont want to used admiration like that. She thinks of herself as the true queen, although Orville holds the power. I think I have it. How about this: Quote: "Where did you get this?" Hedda sighed with lust, her gaze fixed upon her staff.
	I believe ...... Two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different. I believe....... That your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you. I believe. Do you?


Allyson	May 9 2008, 01:19 PM Post #4
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