Tale #2
Once upon a time, no, I shouldn't say that, for it is not a fairy tale. True, it contains the elements of a fairy tale. Magik, fairies, gnomes, dwarves, wizards, warlocks, witches, dragons are all subjects of this story. But- this is not a fairy tale, keep this in mind when you see the humanity in most things. Now where should I begin, of course, at the beginning. However, there are many different settings you could use for this. I want to begin at the point where young Avalonious, Avalon, is just getting its start. Right after the ice age, and man was still primitive.
It was before God walked the Earth in Israel, the Holy Land. Yes, I was there; you might think me crazy or ?loony? as some may call me. I was known as Castin. The superior to all whom roamed on this island, which I myself rule. Here is my story of my people, the immortal. Not vampires, just my ?children?, the children of Avalon. Now, I am but countless years old, good health and I appear to be in my late forties. Left to only tell my stories, for Avalonian gold has paid my way through the years. I start at my 24th year. I was very young in those days. Not now, I am literally as old as the hills.
Let?s find the beginning, oh yes? It was when I was 24. I had been in the first fields, harvesting in late fall. The first fall of my rule.
?Master! Master! The king is dead! You are rightful heir to the throne!? the now ex-servant of Gass (the dead king) came running up the grassy knoll on the West Side of the coast of Avalon.
?How? I am not of royal blood. Not one drop.? I said to the well informed servant.
?Yes?? catching his breath ?Yes, you are! You never knew it, but you are! You were never told, but you are! I?m not lying! Claim the throne before sundown today, or it will go to the kings nephew!?
?But to get the throne, I need to be his son.? I was very confused at the time of this conversation so I had lost him at this point because of the peculiar thing he said next.
?Your claimed father is not your father, the real one
at that.? He had caught his breath by now and now talked a little slower. ?You are the king?s son and you have heirs to the throne by direct blood kin. The news travels so slowly around here, it?s pathetic. Anyway, the nephew has stated that if you do not respond by next sunset, he will crown himself king. However, in the prophecy it says that you will rule greatly, wisely, and all in all, a good king. But the profits also said that if Jaam became king, there would be many years of destruction that would befall us, and you would be beheaded.?
I certainly didn?t want to be beheaded so I followed the short elf down to the shore, where there was not a sight to be seen for miles. The elf drew a small cylinder from inside his jacket pocket and held it up to his mouth. It apparently was a whistle, yet absolutely no sound came out.
Then, as he was putting the broken whistle up, the ground began to rumble with great ferocity and as I watched, in the distance, a white marble castle as large as Avalon its self rose up out of the water. The earth still quoke as a walkway, paved of jade and emerald rose up also and then abruptly stopped.
The weird part happened next. People called mer-men and mer-women arose up, out of the water to look upon their future king. Now this was shock. I had never been to the coast?s waters to look upon them. Never had I seen such pale green skin on any living thing. They all bowed graciously at my feet as I walked by and swam away as I left.
As we approached the castle, he took out the whistle again and blew as hard as he could. Still no sound. I began to wonder if he noticed this. Nothing happened that was earth shaking, the door just opened with a long, menacing creak.
We entered the long corridor also made of marble, (and as far as I could see, every thing was made of marble, jade, and emerald) we didn?t turn off, we kept going until we arrived in the throne room. There was no one there, and the place was totally silent. The small man took his whistle and blew; yet, nothing came out. Just then, the air filled with the noise of talking and feet tapping against the marble floor.
?Meet your subjects.? He said ?I am your butler, at your dispense at all times, if you need me my name its Lew. But if you know what you need, and I am asleep or off, just whistle and you will have help, but now, it is time to crown you king of Avalon.? He whistled again and every one turned to me, what ever they were doing was dropped and they stared, directly at me. ?This,? he continued, ?is your new king, King Castin. He is now crowned King until he dies or Avalon falls!? A cheer rose in the crowd before me. As he said this, he placed a golden band 1-inch wide with the inscription: ?I SHALL RULE AS KING OF AVALON WITH ALL MT HEART? on my head.
As soon as this was said and done and the cheers ere over, we feasted on the most succulent pork, fish, and salad I had ever tasted. The lettuce never once wilted, the pork never got cold, and the fish was unlike any I have ever tasted before.
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