Thursday, September 1, 2011

Frindle's Rising

In the dark little woods of Envy,

There stand the good for the world that was scary.

The fey hid in groups, 

Hungry for power,

For they all want the crown to melt in their hands.

            In the dark, tall woods; people large and small gathered around in an open clearing. They still however hid in the trunks of trees; in thick, thorny bushes to the grimy, and muddy pond that encircled the clearing; making it seem for the bare land to be an island surrounded by looming trees. The moon even peeked behind the thick clouds to witness it; lighting the field and the water with its beautiful moonlight that shined delicately and almost making the scene seem dream-like.

            In the middle of the clearing there stood a large man and a small woman with wings spreading far out of their backs. They both clanged to each other and surveyed all around the forest to see if the creatures of the forest would be silent. They were quiet and made the illusion of the forest being lifeless. The large man wore a suit that extended the large stomach he all ready had, making his chubby cheeks take a chipmunk look to them and his eyes all blue and filled with content to the Forest-beings. The small women seemed frail compared to the large man, but her purple, flowing gown that was covered with ruffles looked delicate on her small, thin body and even made her sea-green eyes pop out beautifully.

The large man took a deep breath, almost breathing in the hairs of his mustache and bellowed to the crowd, “Welcome one and all to the gathering tonight for the Enthroning Ceremony. You all know your King Greffald. To people who don’t,” He then pointed to his chest, “You’re looking at him. So don’t fool around tonight. Also, here with me is my lovely, Queen Nerfald.”

The small woman waved to the surrounding around her. No one made a response, but the Queen all ready knew she wouldn’t be getting one so she made a quick gesture and brushed her long golden hair that seemed like silk compared to her pale silver skin. The King put a hand through his black short hair as well and continued in a broad voice, “Now, I’ll be calling up your new Royaling to the clearing. Princess Sterling.”

             This stirred the forest people, making them whisper and chirpy as the feeling turned into excitement that could be felt from everyone. Coming to the clearing were guards in two rows, all of them wearing their crimson red, muddy brown armor and helmets as they march toward the King and Queen. Standing in the mid-section, was a person covered in a green dress, a pointed green hat that had all her hair tucked in and wore a green, leafy mask to conceal her face. There were four guards surrounding the person in green, indicating to the Forest people that the person was important and high in power. The guards came around to the King, escorting the person out and they all marched on back to the unknown. The clearing was silent as they watched the guards walk on in a rhythmic beat of left right left right. It danced in everyone ears this catchy tune and soon the King broke this silence when they were almost gone from view. The King took a hand out and smiled to her as he told her gently, “Come here, Sterling.”

            Sterling took the hand, squeezing it with no certain emotion attached to it and stood in the middle of the High and All Mightiness. The three of them stared outward and the roar of the Forest beings came as if someone signaled them from afar, “All hail Princess! All hail Queen Nerfald! All hail King Greffald!”

            The King and Queen bow at the chanting, but the princess stood there and lowered her head. They didn’t call her name, so they haven’t accepted her with a whole heart. She clutched her hands and made them into fists. The King felt this, for she accidentally squeezed his hand and suddenly turned to his daughter. The Forest being were silent in their chanting.  He hugged his daughter's head in comfort. Sterling didn't phase nor release her grip as she was held close to her father. The King had a sudden pang in his heart as he felt the coldness now taking over him as well. He let go and then finally turned to the crowd, “I'm sorry, my daughter is just a little nervous. Happens to the best of us." 

The Forest beings made a low mumble of noises as they talked one another in understanding. The young girl knew the King didn't want to tell the Forest beings how she really felt, but soon it was passed as if it didn't happen as the King boomed, "Now, undress young Sterling so the Forest beings can see your beauty. Forever remembering this moment as you grow old from the day you become princess.”

The Forest beings began to uproar shouts and whistles with satisfaction. They were all waiting for this since the very beginning. They wanted to see who she looked like. The princess nodded to the King and slowly unbuttoned her dress, unveiling her pale, moon light colored skin that was shining like her white lily petal dress. The dress fell around her feet as she straightened it out all over her; covering her stick-like legs and her knobby knees that stuck out even in the dress. She threw her hat across the clearing, showing her long, and wavy midnight black hair that stretched to the bottom of her back. She finally took her mask off, showing her dark violet eyes that shined so beautifully in the moonlight; making them seem so mesmerizing yet deadly to look at. The forest creatures were silent and stared; feeling a little disturbed. The King eyes were wide and he even stumbled backwards a bit.

“You’re not…”
“You’re right I’m not her Your Majesty.” The girl interrupted the King and smiled mischievously.
“What did you do to her?!” The Queen asked with fear in her tone.
“She is long gone.” The girl answered, looked to the sky with her right hand raised, “Right now joining your ancestors.”
“No! She couldn't! You monster!” The Queen spat back, her eyes now watery and fell to her knees.

The King, filled with rage, helped his wife by holding her side and shouted to the young girl, “Take us to her, now!”
The girl walked, with a dazed expression on her face, forward in the clearing with her bare feet not even making a sound. She raised her arms to the crowd and spoke in a low tone, “Fey of the Forest…”

Before she was even had a chance to say anything more, she got many hisses and shouting, cutting the girl off from her speech, but it didn’t even phase her. Her hair blew into her face and she stared into the audience with fierce eyes that bore holes deep down into the fey’s insides. She continued with a commanding, now raged voice, “Be quiet you pitiful creatures or I shall make sure the whelp will die in her proper place! I’m telling you, she is dead, but I can make sure she won’t even exist in the after life! I do have connections for these things after all for I am, or use to be for I took the Princess’s name, Frindle, the most wanted in the lands!”

The Forest people then gasped and looked around for people to hold themselves as they started to hide behind the trees. Frindle was the most feared by any fey for she wasn't afraid of the most evil thing ever made: iron. Many fey heard she would even use it against her opponents no matter how much it burned her hands with scars. 

She snickered and started to give a big hearty evil laugh like if she understood what they were afraid of. The King and Queen stared at her with fear, with the King finally running and grabbed her around the throat. He threw her to the ground and took a long sword that rested at his side and pointed it at her neck that was inches away from slicing it in two.

The King growled in a low tone that made the Fey shiver with fear, “Do you really have a death wish? Do you like hurting others and yourself?! You are terrifying and must leave this world of Fey. You were never one of us from the start! You're a monster and shouldn't be allowed to even live any longer. Do have any last words before I end your life?”

There was a dead silence within the forest as Frindle just stared back and suddenly chucked coldly like if the King told the most disgusting joke that even managed to tickle at her disturbed funny bone. She stared back with her eyes in slits and answered in a plain voice,“Oh, King Gerffald. You just don't understand. I always was and always will be one of your kind. I will forever be the greatest and most known, but also most feared. You can never forget the only one of your kind who actually likes iron. Who wants iron. Who loves the power the weakness of fey can bring. No matter how much it burns me, I always find a way to heal and come back to do more damage. Plus, I don't even think you have the guts to kill.”

She slowly touched the king’s ankle with one of her long, bony fingers. There was suddenly a horrific, ear-blasting scream that came from the middle of the clearing that rang throughout the forest. The Fey came out of their hiding places and made tiny peeks as their eyes widened and brought tears to their eyes. They saw their own King scream for the first time and it wasn't even for a joke, but a real one, filled with terror. She smiled at his terror and released her grip, making the king fall backwards and saw the ankle now raw and throbbing.

“See,”  Frindle commented, now getting up and standing with her head high to the crowd, “And I didn’t even have any trace of iron on me. It was all of the messed up rumors that flooded your heads about me.” 

She stepped closer to the king as he clutched his sword with a wobble hand. Frindle smirked and wacked the sword with a single blow, even though it did cut her a little, making blood trickle down her hand. The moon finally hid behind the clouds as it knew what was coming next; making the land below become dark like Frindle’s heart. The Fey however didn't hide like the coward moon and were all raging; all wanting to run and attack with Frindle's guard down, but they all stood in their places like something was holding them where ever they were standing. Frindle took a deep sigh, stared above into the sky and looked down, with a new gleam in them. Her eyes seemed very clouded; now burning with a new emotion that made her fingers tremble; like if had to keep it inside her for she knew it was too soon. She finally came back to her senses as she smiled again, showing her pointed teeth.

“Dear King of the World of Fey," She began like if was writing his will, "Hear these words for it should be your last. I shall now end your reign. For you ended it for my people and I shall now take your place! I will now rule with an iron fist, literally, and so shall my kin for the next centuries to come. My new reign shall be named after me. My real name and not that accursed name, Sterling ,but my evil name, Frindle! Now let me ask you a question: do you have any last words?”

 She took the sword and with the quiet of the night was now a choir of screams and gasps as more blood was spilled across the clearing. It even sprayed on Frindle's face as her eyes widened and her mouth gaped with a the sensation taking over her and she had to laugh to the sky as she had to somehow let this feeling release out of her thin, cold blooded body.

To be continued....