| First off, i know this is a boring looking page, but i'm putting a story on it (so ignore typos b/c there's probably going to be a few since i won't have proof read it....also, this story is formed from my sister and i's ideas...so i guess you call that co-writing it. |
| Planet of Mists: Stars of Burden Book 1: Lengade Ch1. Screams of panic ran out through the deck as teh crew members tried desperately to put out the flaming tongues that engulfed the once proud flagship. Nearby, a fleet of Armada ships watched and waited for the Constella's reign to end. A great explosion split into the air as the ship became a ray of light, throwing debris and pieces of corpses in all directions. Quietness fell over the murderous ships as they began departing. Far away, another reign ended. A hidden shot rang out through the Neblina home world, Arquenia, ending the life of their President. The cities of Arquenia were thrown into chaos between finding the assassin and learning of who would continue the role of President from the late President Revenge. "What are we going to do?" asked the Head of the Council, looking out the window of the skyscraper, at the little mob of people below. He was meeting with Soren Falcon, one of the most widely respected and wealthiest men of the Neblina, also the President's Chief Advisor. "This si what we get for not electing a new Vice President after the other was killed in that ski accident," muttered Soren to himself, scowling at a bookcase in deep thought. "Mr. Falcon, we need a new President or someone in charge." "Whatever happened to that little brat of the President's? Isn't he next in line?" said Soren, now also watching out the window at the small crowd. "He hasn't had the proper training, there is no way we can put him in charge, especially of so much. The Armada would crush us within seconds." "Chicken." "Pardon me?" said the Head of the Council, color rising in his wrinkled, pale cheeks. Soren looked down, rolling his eyes. "I'm planning on what to have for dinner, I think I'll have chicken," said Soren, wondering how it was that he got stuck with a job that included consorting with these stiff corpses. "How can you think of such a useless topic at a time like this!? We have no President and you are thinking of food!" "We have a President, I told you, his son," Soren began to wonder if these people were very dense or just had no humor, while at the same time he wondered what those tiny people below were plotting. "I told you, he's not fit to be put in charge." "With assistance, he can rule." "We don't have the time to find and train someone to guide him, we can just as easily elect someone else and get it over with." "So elect someone, no one's stopping you. You know, I think I'll have some shrimp also, the nice juicy kind," Soren replied, smiling. The Head of the Council glared at Soren in disgust. "We're having this meeting to find someone to elect, that's the whole purpose of it, and right now there's no one to elect." "No, really? Are you sure there's no one to elect, because I really do think you'd save time, and stop those people below from storming in here and ripping our heads off, by just putting little Revenge in charge." "If we put him in charge, we still have the problem of finding a person to guide him. Who is going to supervise and make sure that he doesn't put an end to us all? You?" "Of course I would, how nice of you to offer me that position," Soren smiled and grabbed the man's hand, shaking it. "Now if you don't mind, I have a dinner to cook." With that he walked out of the room towards his own office. Behind him followed the complaints of the Council. What have I just done, he thought to himself, now I'll have them breathing down my back instead of someone else's. "Life goes on," he muttered, walking into his office and stopping short. On the edge of his desk sat a beautiful, tall young woman. The beauty had a mysterious little smirk on her face and her brilliant emerald eyes danced, pleased that she'd startled him. Her long, dark silky hair framed her golden face and fell across her shoulders and back. She was wearing a short black dress that curved around her figure well. Although she was tall, she wore fashionably tall-heeled shoes that were also black, and made her legs look sleek and slim; not that she needed slimmer legs. Soren scowled at the young woman, he so hated people just waltzing into his office uninvited. "What do you want?" he snapped at her. "Oh dearest uncle, not even a hello?" she smiled, showing a mouth full of dazzling pearly teeth, and batted her eyes, "My, my, you really ought to take another look at that book on etiquette that you gave Mika." "Whenever you stop by, it's usually because you want something, Ro." "Well, I was at this glorious dinner party and heard something about President Revenge being somewhat...well, how do I put this lightly...dead? I thought you might need a hug." |
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