Post by Shizuo Heiwajima on Jan 3, 2012 5:16:33 GMT -5
Howdy guys!
I've been reading the 'A Song Of Ice And Fire' series since I got the whole set at Christmas, and the political intrigue of the house system tied in with me and my cousin playing a lot of Battlefield 3 inspired me to write this. A fantasy/medieval tale, set in modern times. So despite using firearms as the main weapon in armies, lords and knights (Stylized as 'Knytez') prefer to use blades and cavalry charges. All use medieval speech and have older beliefs and suspicions. But enough of me yammering on! I give you, possibly the prologue to the tale, where we first meet Taeon (Pronounced Tay-on) a young boy who has dreams of Knytehood.
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The sunset always looked beautiful at this point of the year, the start of Summer was a monumentous event in some parts of the world, and in others it brought mourning for those who lived upon ice. But on the walls of a small keep in the East of Tseyova, not far from Crownhall, the capital of the land, a young boy stood with his hands resting against the stone. He was nine years old and swiftly approaching his tenth birth anniversary and with it, squiredom. The boy was son to a minor lord who held the path towards the docks and with it, the easiest route to the other major cities, as such, King Graydor Felt, Lord of Crownhall and Ruler of the East and all of Tseyova, had promised to allow his young son to squire for one of his Knytez, and in turn, most likely become one himself in return for his fathers loyalty and passage to the central sea. His father had gobbled the prospect of having a Sir for a son up faster than a Lion eats a Caribou and the young boy looked forward to serving a Knyte.
A young girl approached the boy and placed her hands on the wall, next to his. She had just turned eleven a few days back and was already enjoying life to it's fullest. Regularly drinking, hunting and hawking to her hearts content. She looked across at the young boy and smiled, she was very pretty, he would give her that, she had flowing blonde hair that was on the virge of being white, and glowing blue eyes, a shaped face adorned with some puppy fat that she would no doubt lose, and her body was the same, she had yet to become a woman, but she was not far off. He had rarely spoken to her, only courtesies as demanded of him by his father, but he felt that this would be more than courtesies.
"I have spoken to my father" she said, her voice was of a high pitch, but it was sweet, a singers voice. "And he to yours in turn" she continues, raising more of the boys interest, he turned to face her "What about..?" he asked. He had brown hair and green eyes that shone like emeralds, he was young, short of body and mind but the sage of the castle spoke to his father often of how well he grabbed theories on wisdom and honour. "I have been promised to you... On the day you become a Knyte." she blushed a shade of red and looked at her shoes bashful. The boy raised an eyebrow, he was not even a squire yet! He wasn't ready to be thinking of Knytehood and marriage. "I see..." he said with a small smile aimed in her direction.
The days swiftly passed and it was not long before the would-be Squire began celebrations for his tenth birth anniversary, a grand feast was held, attended by a few minor lords but the guest of honour was Sir Drust, the Knyte the boy would Squire for. The pair were seated next to each other and spent most of the meal talking about his future life. "It's hard." Sir Drust said bluntly, he had a square jaw enclosed in a black beard "But also rewarding." His hair was equally black and was cut close to his head and his eyes were dark grey, all matched his dark black armour with silver trim. "If you last but five years as my Squire, I'll be ready to put you forwards for the Knytewars." The boy nodded, the Knytewars were the trials that Squires went through in order to prove themselves as Knytez, if Sir Drust spoke truly, he would be a Knyte by the time he was fifteen. Sir Drust turned to the boys father "Lord Versad of Seaguard" he said, drawing the older mans attention, he had brown hair, flecked with grey and a similar beard and those same, watchful emerald eyes "Aye, Sir Drust?" the Knyte placed a fist in an open palm and bowed, longsword clattering against armour. Knytez never used firearms, at least not in the East. "I beg your leave to go prepare two horses for myself and your boy." Lord Versad nodded and waved a hand at the Knyte "By your leave, Sir Drust." The Knyte stood to full height and turned to the boy "I shall see you soon." he said with a nod, and the boy stood to the Knyte and bowed, before the large Sir Drust made his exit.
Less than hours later, the boy was saddled in his horse, a brown hunter, the Knyte on his black destrier. The boy carried no sword but had a 9mm pistol at his waist, made by his fathers gunsmith, it was inlaid with an ivory hilt and the golden gate sigil of his house on the black steel of the slide, as a Squire, it was within his rights to carry a firearm, he would even be taught in the use of it as a Squire, but upon reaching Knytehood, he would be given his longsword, and the pistol would only be for show and tournies. The boy had bid his farewells to his father, and the pair turned to leave before a voice cried out "Wait!" it called, halting their progress they both brought their mounts round to see the girl promised to the boy approach their mounts and smile up at him. He dismounted and they hugged before she pulled out a necktie, as purple as her hair "A token" she said, tying it around his neck so that the knot tucked into his doublet (Emblazoned with Sir Drust's sigil, a silver crescent moon against a black background) and the front wrapped around his neck like a scarf "For my Knyte." she said, kissing him on the cheek before backing away as he mounted up again. The Knyte and his squire nodded to each other, a sly grin spread across the face of the older warrior, before the boy nodded at his bride-to-be, and they set off. The blushing girl grinning from ear to ear.
"Farewell, my sweet Taeon."
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There ya' go! I've already explained the basic idea of this to Miri before, but this was my first time writing anything from one of the characters before. Also, whilst much wasn't given away in this, there is something special about Taeon that becomes integral to the plot, but I'll leave that for now and for a later chapter :3
But yeah! Hope you guys enjoyed it, and feel free to give feedback ^_^
I've been reading the 'A Song Of Ice And Fire' series since I got the whole set at Christmas, and the political intrigue of the house system tied in with me and my cousin playing a lot of Battlefield 3 inspired me to write this. A fantasy/medieval tale, set in modern times. So despite using firearms as the main weapon in armies, lords and knights (Stylized as 'Knytez') prefer to use blades and cavalry charges. All use medieval speech and have older beliefs and suspicions. But enough of me yammering on! I give you, possibly the prologue to the tale, where we first meet Taeon (Pronounced Tay-on) a young boy who has dreams of Knytehood.
~
The sunset always looked beautiful at this point of the year, the start of Summer was a monumentous event in some parts of the world, and in others it brought mourning for those who lived upon ice. But on the walls of a small keep in the East of Tseyova, not far from Crownhall, the capital of the land, a young boy stood with his hands resting against the stone. He was nine years old and swiftly approaching his tenth birth anniversary and with it, squiredom. The boy was son to a minor lord who held the path towards the docks and with it, the easiest route to the other major cities, as such, King Graydor Felt, Lord of Crownhall and Ruler of the East and all of Tseyova, had promised to allow his young son to squire for one of his Knytez, and in turn, most likely become one himself in return for his fathers loyalty and passage to the central sea. His father had gobbled the prospect of having a Sir for a son up faster than a Lion eats a Caribou and the young boy looked forward to serving a Knyte.
A young girl approached the boy and placed her hands on the wall, next to his. She had just turned eleven a few days back and was already enjoying life to it's fullest. Regularly drinking, hunting and hawking to her hearts content. She looked across at the young boy and smiled, she was very pretty, he would give her that, she had flowing blonde hair that was on the virge of being white, and glowing blue eyes, a shaped face adorned with some puppy fat that she would no doubt lose, and her body was the same, she had yet to become a woman, but she was not far off. He had rarely spoken to her, only courtesies as demanded of him by his father, but he felt that this would be more than courtesies.
"I have spoken to my father" she said, her voice was of a high pitch, but it was sweet, a singers voice. "And he to yours in turn" she continues, raising more of the boys interest, he turned to face her "What about..?" he asked. He had brown hair and green eyes that shone like emeralds, he was young, short of body and mind but the sage of the castle spoke to his father often of how well he grabbed theories on wisdom and honour. "I have been promised to you... On the day you become a Knyte." she blushed a shade of red and looked at her shoes bashful. The boy raised an eyebrow, he was not even a squire yet! He wasn't ready to be thinking of Knytehood and marriage. "I see..." he said with a small smile aimed in her direction.
The days swiftly passed and it was not long before the would-be Squire began celebrations for his tenth birth anniversary, a grand feast was held, attended by a few minor lords but the guest of honour was Sir Drust, the Knyte the boy would Squire for. The pair were seated next to each other and spent most of the meal talking about his future life. "It's hard." Sir Drust said bluntly, he had a square jaw enclosed in a black beard "But also rewarding." His hair was equally black and was cut close to his head and his eyes were dark grey, all matched his dark black armour with silver trim. "If you last but five years as my Squire, I'll be ready to put you forwards for the Knytewars." The boy nodded, the Knytewars were the trials that Squires went through in order to prove themselves as Knytez, if Sir Drust spoke truly, he would be a Knyte by the time he was fifteen. Sir Drust turned to the boys father "Lord Versad of Seaguard" he said, drawing the older mans attention, he had brown hair, flecked with grey and a similar beard and those same, watchful emerald eyes "Aye, Sir Drust?" the Knyte placed a fist in an open palm and bowed, longsword clattering against armour. Knytez never used firearms, at least not in the East. "I beg your leave to go prepare two horses for myself and your boy." Lord Versad nodded and waved a hand at the Knyte "By your leave, Sir Drust." The Knyte stood to full height and turned to the boy "I shall see you soon." he said with a nod, and the boy stood to the Knyte and bowed, before the large Sir Drust made his exit.
Less than hours later, the boy was saddled in his horse, a brown hunter, the Knyte on his black destrier. The boy carried no sword but had a 9mm pistol at his waist, made by his fathers gunsmith, it was inlaid with an ivory hilt and the golden gate sigil of his house on the black steel of the slide, as a Squire, it was within his rights to carry a firearm, he would even be taught in the use of it as a Squire, but upon reaching Knytehood, he would be given his longsword, and the pistol would only be for show and tournies. The boy had bid his farewells to his father, and the pair turned to leave before a voice cried out "Wait!" it called, halting their progress they both brought their mounts round to see the girl promised to the boy approach their mounts and smile up at him. He dismounted and they hugged before she pulled out a necktie, as purple as her hair "A token" she said, tying it around his neck so that the knot tucked into his doublet (Emblazoned with Sir Drust's sigil, a silver crescent moon against a black background) and the front wrapped around his neck like a scarf "For my Knyte." she said, kissing him on the cheek before backing away as he mounted up again. The Knyte and his squire nodded to each other, a sly grin spread across the face of the older warrior, before the boy nodded at his bride-to-be, and they set off. The blushing girl grinning from ear to ear.
"Farewell, my sweet Taeon."
~
There ya' go! I've already explained the basic idea of this to Miri before, but this was my first time writing anything from one of the characters before. Also, whilst much wasn't given away in this, there is something special about Taeon that becomes integral to the plot, but I'll leave that for now and for a later chapter :3
But yeah! Hope you guys enjoyed it, and feel free to give feedback ^_^
