Alieana took her annual stroll through the capital. She did not need guards, for no one in Tranneira dared to assault her. She passed the shop owned by Houcanra, father of Tcanous, who was constantly trying to catch her eye. She waved at Houcanra, who waved back. Tcanous came around the corner of his father’s shop and their home.
“Hello, Princess Alieana,” He greeted her, bowing.
“Hello, Tcanous,” She said, looking straight ahead and continuing her walk. He jogged to catch up with her. She already memorized the way he looked, since he always comes up to her. He has yellow eyes, and mouse brown hair. It was normal until after the ear, then it swooped down to the bottom of his neck. Today, though, he was wearing light blue jeans that were ripped along the thigh and a red t-shirt.
“How are you?” He questioned.
“Fine.” She stated blandly, lengthening her stride.
He questioned himself to find another question. “Beautiful night, isn’t it?” He asked.
“I guess.”
“Anything troubling you?”
“Yes, it seems something is going to mark history tonight.”
His eyes grew larger with delight; thinking something between them was going to happen. “Like what?”
“I don’t really know. But I’ll tell you one thing.” She stopped then turned to him as a large gust of wind passed. “Nothing between us is going to happen. Ever.”
He froze, stunned with grief and shock. She took that opportunity to quicken her pace and to get away from him.
She sighed and continued walking; pondering what that ‘something’ was going to be. “Who knows what,” She mumbled to herself.
“What are you talking about, dearie?” asked Madame Maklua, the town’s fortune teller. She actually is one of the few with physic abilities, like being able to see the future. Madame Maklua had been walking towards her shop, which was behind Alieana.
“Well, I have this feeling that something that shall mark history is going to happen tonight.”
“Ah, I have had that feeling as well,” Madame Maklua remarked, then shut her eyes.
“Are you seeing something?”
“No, everything is pitch black when I try to access my visions,” her eyes fluttered open, “but, I am sensing one word. Elves.”
“Elves?” Alieana asked, astonished. The physic nodded. “Thank-you for your help, Madame,” Alieana said, and curtsied to her. Then, she continued with her walk.
Elves… Is there such a thing? She asked herself. I trust Madame Maklua, so I should believe it. What do they look like?
As she was engulfed in her thoughts, Illanea and Cadashra, Alieana’s best friends had walked up. They had met at the vampire orphanage, after Alieana‘s turning. After a week or so, they all were best friends, although Alieana refused to talk anything about her past.
“Hello,” Illanea said, with her big smile on her face. Her light brown hair fell around her face. Her blood red eyes looked around. Vampires are granted special eye colors after they have proven themselves to the Gods. Alieana, however, has not yet gotten her eyes. Illanea’s outfit consisted of black skinny jeans, a skin-tight dark red t-shirt, and black tennis shoes.
“Hi, how are you guys?” Alieana asked, taking only a minute to pause in her walk.
“Eh, I’ve been better. I’m really tired.” Illanea replied.
“I’m pretty good,” Cadashra told us. Her long black hair swayed in the wind. Her lime green eyes were distant, and happy. As usual. Lime green skinny jeans covered her legs along with green with blue designs knee-high converse. Her shirt was a black tank-top under a bright blue long sleeve shirt. “You?”
“Alright, I guess.” Alieana’s forehead erupted into creases as she thought.
“What are you thinking about?” Illanea questioned.
Alieana sighed as she started explaining her feeling and what Madame Maklua had said.
“Don’t listen to her,” Illanea told her. “She is retarded in the head.”
“She was gifted, and with a gift that few have, she is very wise. I am listening to her.” Alieana said.
“Well, I should be getting back. I was told five minutes. See you later?” Illanea said.
“I’m sure of it.” She said as Illanea scampered away. Alieana continued on with her walk with Cadashra.
“So, how is life in the palace?” Cadashra asked.
“Not all that it’s cracked up to be. Even as the princess I have responsibilities.”
She shrugged. “Well… You got it easier. Princess… And I’m a shopkeeper’s daughter.”
“Hmph. I guess. How has the shop been doing?”
Cadashra just looked at her with mournful eyes. “I got to go, too. See ya later.”
“Cad!” Alieana called. Cadashra looked back, with a ‘don’t-go-there’ look. The Princess sighed. “’Kay, bye.”
She had walked by all the inner ring of shops, so she decided to walk the outer ring path, which passed each of the gates. Once she had passed the east, west, and north gates, she decided to go out the south gate and inspect the perimeter.
Her hand waved to the guards who stepped aside and bowed as she passed. She turned around and curtsied to them. Then she walked towards the west and scouted the outside wall for any suspicious, elf-looking people.
A crow passed over and croaked. Alieana looked up. Annoying animal!
“Hello, Princess Alieana,” He greeted her, bowing.
“Hello, Tcanous,” She said, looking straight ahead and continuing her walk. He jogged to catch up with her. She already memorized the way he looked, since he always comes up to her. He has yellow eyes, and mouse brown hair. It was normal until after the ear, then it swooped down to the bottom of his neck. Today, though, he was wearing light blue jeans that were ripped along the thigh and a red t-shirt.
“How are you?” He questioned.
“Fine.” She stated blandly, lengthening her stride.
He questioned himself to find another question. “Beautiful night, isn’t it?” He asked.
“I guess.”
“Anything troubling you?”
“Yes, it seems something is going to mark history tonight.”
His eyes grew larger with delight; thinking something between them was going to happen. “Like what?”
“I don’t really know. But I’ll tell you one thing.” She stopped then turned to him as a large gust of wind passed. “Nothing between us is going to happen. Ever.”
He froze, stunned with grief and shock. She took that opportunity to quicken her pace and to get away from him.
She sighed and continued walking; pondering what that ‘something’ was going to be. “Who knows what,” She mumbled to herself.
“What are you talking about, dearie?” asked Madame Maklua, the town’s fortune teller. She actually is one of the few with physic abilities, like being able to see the future. Madame Maklua had been walking towards her shop, which was behind Alieana.
“Well, I have this feeling that something that shall mark history is going to happen tonight.”
“Ah, I have had that feeling as well,” Madame Maklua remarked, then shut her eyes.
“Are you seeing something?”
“No, everything is pitch black when I try to access my visions,” her eyes fluttered open, “but, I am sensing one word. Elves.”
“Elves?” Alieana asked, astonished. The physic nodded. “Thank-you for your help, Madame,” Alieana said, and curtsied to her. Then, she continued with her walk.
Elves… Is there such a thing? She asked herself. I trust Madame Maklua, so I should believe it. What do they look like?
As she was engulfed in her thoughts, Illanea and Cadashra, Alieana’s best friends had walked up. They had met at the vampire orphanage, after Alieana‘s turning. After a week or so, they all were best friends, although Alieana refused to talk anything about her past.
“Hello,” Illanea said, with her big smile on her face. Her light brown hair fell around her face. Her blood red eyes looked around. Vampires are granted special eye colors after they have proven themselves to the Gods. Alieana, however, has not yet gotten her eyes. Illanea’s outfit consisted of black skinny jeans, a skin-tight dark red t-shirt, and black tennis shoes.
“Hi, how are you guys?” Alieana asked, taking only a minute to pause in her walk.
“Eh, I’ve been better. I’m really tired.” Illanea replied.
“I’m pretty good,” Cadashra told us. Her long black hair swayed in the wind. Her lime green eyes were distant, and happy. As usual. Lime green skinny jeans covered her legs along with green with blue designs knee-high converse. Her shirt was a black tank-top under a bright blue long sleeve shirt. “You?”
“Alright, I guess.” Alieana’s forehead erupted into creases as she thought.
“What are you thinking about?” Illanea questioned.
Alieana sighed as she started explaining her feeling and what Madame Maklua had said.
“Don’t listen to her,” Illanea told her. “She is retarded in the head.”
“She was gifted, and with a gift that few have, she is very wise. I am listening to her.” Alieana said.
“Well, I should be getting back. I was told five minutes. See you later?” Illanea said.
“I’m sure of it.” She said as Illanea scampered away. Alieana continued on with her walk with Cadashra.
“So, how is life in the palace?” Cadashra asked.
“Not all that it’s cracked up to be. Even as the princess I have responsibilities.”
She shrugged. “Well… You got it easier. Princess… And I’m a shopkeeper’s daughter.”
“Hmph. I guess. How has the shop been doing?”
Cadashra just looked at her with mournful eyes. “I got to go, too. See ya later.”
“Cad!” Alieana called. Cadashra looked back, with a ‘don’t-go-there’ look. The Princess sighed. “’Kay, bye.”
She had walked by all the inner ring of shops, so she decided to walk the outer ring path, which passed each of the gates. Once she had passed the east, west, and north gates, she decided to go out the south gate and inspect the perimeter.
Her hand waved to the guards who stepped aside and bowed as she passed. She turned around and curtsied to them. Then she walked towards the west and scouted the outside wall for any suspicious, elf-looking people.
A crow passed over and croaked. Alieana looked up. Annoying animal!