Post by alexanderthegreat on May 22, 2009 10:57:40 GMT -5
((AHAHAHA I was supposed to do this thread awhile ago))
Alexander had been in Santo-Luce's holy temple located a few ways from the Solar Castle for most of the morning. He stepped in the bright temple,with its walls and floors shining of a great white marble, and clear windows that reached the heavens - the entire place was illuminated in glorious sunlight.
He stepped into the room bare-footed as the great God of Light would be angry for his followers to drag mud in the holy place. He wore loose clothing at the moment, a long white-sleeved shirt with white pants as well. He carried with him his staff, which seemed to glow faintly as it entered the temple.
Alexander approached the pedestal where a golden relic of what their god was presumed to look like sat upon, and lay his staff rightly at the golden god's feet. He pulled out the tattered old book that he'd been given as a young boy and opened it to the quarter-mark he'd managed to decipher up to before he stopped when he ran away. The young man then sank to his knees with the book in front of him, and read.
"Ijala ali Jeil ke Shikeru talai chell gemeh...
So ein ka ii-ne senna tiiua shikeru..."
The ancient text rolled off of the young man's tongue, and every time he read further, the more he slowly found he understood despite not growing up speaking the language.
But it was then that his spiritual session was broken as a young woman's voice screeched into the hall behind him.
"P-Prince Alexander!! Err...K-King! I...oh noooo!"
Alexander had leaped to his feet as the young lady frantically kicked off her shoes before entering the temple. She came barrelling down through the temple with a shining object in her hand.
His father's sword.
As she approached him, she looked as though she had been crying, her eyes were wide and puffed out and cheeks bright red. She immediately fell to he knees in front of Alexander and held the sword out obediently in front of him.
"I was told...I was told...I had to give this to you....i-it's yours now, the king, he's...it's yours!" she sputtered nonsensically and Alexander's eyes widened as he looked down at the sword on the ground.
"...So...what's this? You're saying Father's...?"
"DEAD, SIR!!!" she screamed and the words echoed throughout the hall. Alexander flinched.
"No, no he can't be," Alexander shook his head, "that old fool, he can't leave me with all of this right now."
And as much as he tried to shake his head and argue it, she kept nodding her head and told him yes, yes Bradley was dead, yes Alexander was now the official king of Santo-Luce.
Alexander listened to her scream and yell some more, but then finally sat himself where he was on the temple floor and looked back down at the sword that seemed to be taunting him at the moment.
King of Santo-Luce. That was who he was, now. His father left him with a grand castle, a country with thousands of lives to care for, a place in the Sumata 13, and all Alexander had to do was prepare and consciously think about what things he would like to do as a ruler, what points he wanted to get across to his kingdom, and how he was going to shadow his father's great ruling.
And he hadn't even done that. Now he was placed on the spot for the whole world to watch and he looked like a baby deer caught in the headlights.
He finally nodded at the young lady, waving his hand at her to try to calm her down and told her she was dismissed. She disappeared quickly, and left Alexander sitting alone on the floor contemplating what he was to do next.
Alexander had been in Santo-Luce's holy temple located a few ways from the Solar Castle for most of the morning. He stepped in the bright temple,with its walls and floors shining of a great white marble, and clear windows that reached the heavens - the entire place was illuminated in glorious sunlight.
He stepped into the room bare-footed as the great God of Light would be angry for his followers to drag mud in the holy place. He wore loose clothing at the moment, a long white-sleeved shirt with white pants as well. He carried with him his staff, which seemed to glow faintly as it entered the temple.
Alexander approached the pedestal where a golden relic of what their god was presumed to look like sat upon, and lay his staff rightly at the golden god's feet. He pulled out the tattered old book that he'd been given as a young boy and opened it to the quarter-mark he'd managed to decipher up to before he stopped when he ran away. The young man then sank to his knees with the book in front of him, and read.
"Ijala ali Jeil ke Shikeru talai chell gemeh...
So ein ka ii-ne senna tiiua shikeru..."
The ancient text rolled off of the young man's tongue, and every time he read further, the more he slowly found he understood despite not growing up speaking the language.
But it was then that his spiritual session was broken as a young woman's voice screeched into the hall behind him.
"P-Prince Alexander!! Err...K-King! I...oh noooo!"
Alexander had leaped to his feet as the young lady frantically kicked off her shoes before entering the temple. She came barrelling down through the temple with a shining object in her hand.
His father's sword.
As she approached him, she looked as though she had been crying, her eyes were wide and puffed out and cheeks bright red. She immediately fell to he knees in front of Alexander and held the sword out obediently in front of him.
"I was told...I was told...I had to give this to you....i-it's yours now, the king, he's...it's yours!" she sputtered nonsensically and Alexander's eyes widened as he looked down at the sword on the ground.
"...So...what's this? You're saying Father's...?"
"DEAD, SIR!!!" she screamed and the words echoed throughout the hall. Alexander flinched.
"No, no he can't be," Alexander shook his head, "that old fool, he can't leave me with all of this right now."
And as much as he tried to shake his head and argue it, she kept nodding her head and told him yes, yes Bradley was dead, yes Alexander was now the official king of Santo-Luce.
Alexander listened to her scream and yell some more, but then finally sat himself where he was on the temple floor and looked back down at the sword that seemed to be taunting him at the moment.
King of Santo-Luce. That was who he was, now. His father left him with a grand castle, a country with thousands of lives to care for, a place in the Sumata 13, and all Alexander had to do was prepare and consciously think about what things he would like to do as a ruler, what points he wanted to get across to his kingdom, and how he was going to shadow his father's great ruling.
And he hadn't even done that. Now he was placed on the spot for the whole world to watch and he looked like a baby deer caught in the headlights.
He finally nodded at the young lady, waving his hand at her to try to calm her down and told her she was dismissed. She disappeared quickly, and left Alexander sitting alone on the floor contemplating what he was to do next.