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Sakari · #1 (**permalink**) 09-12-2009

☼Sheffi & Sakari☼

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The sun had just began to arise, many people already up and preparing for the day, many still in bed taking somewhat of a sleep in. A young blonde was already up. Her slim frame clothed in a dress of blue, the corset tight around her narrow hips and her chest. The sleeves came down to her wrist with a trim of lace around the end, the pattern on the dress was of simply lilly flowers, pale white in colour but seemed to emphasize the beauty of herself and the dress. The sleeves on all her dresses were always long, they hid the mark that she had bore since birth. It puzzled her the mark. Many said it could have just been something due to her birth, a birth defect. Many said she was a blessed woman that the God's had marked her for a reason and she was meant to find that reason. Other's spoke of it as a curse. Not many hated the young blonde priestess but she knew their were few that preferred her not to live there. Discomfort was what she caused the village since the King and the Queen favored her, believing her premonitions. The small village at the foot of the castle had been kind and welcoming of the gift she had. Magic was not an uncommon thing but it was when it came to people. Druids and Mages were the majority that had gifts. Magicians were simply seen as tricking the crowd not actually doing real magic. Priest's and Priestess's had magic also but not that much. Many only controlled one power though they were few cases of a Priest or Priestess controlling two. Adelia was one of them special few. At just thirteen she had traveled the long journey with the man that had raised her to the sacred temple. There she was given the title of Priestess.

With the Prince only days away from becoming King, Adelia had been asked by the King out of fear for his son's life for her to come and live with them in the castle to watch over the Prince to make sure that no harm came to him. Her premonitions were perfectly accurate so there was no doubt that if she saw danger that it would be on it's way. She was more or less the person that held the Prince's life in her hands. The Queen did not see the point of Adelia being there, she did fear for her son but she was not skeptical about the King's cousin ever coming back to steal the throne. The King's cousin was a truly powerful man, filled with the power to control the dead and the spirits around him not to mention the shadows. He had once ruled the very land that now belonged to the King. It was ruled with hate and sorrow, he was warned by his cousin that if he did not stop then he would fight him, he simply laughed as he assumed that his cousin was nothing more than a weak mortal. A mortal he was but not weak, he was far from weak, he underestimated his cousin and by doing so he was defeated and was pushed from the Kingdom for what they hoped was for good. The King knew he would bide his time to come back, he was getting old and his cousin having elven blood within him would age very slowly, when the Prince took the throne his cousin would not even be near middle aged. Adelia tried her best to ease the King's mind by trying to focus on the Prince's aura. It was not an easy thing for her to do, it took a lot out of her and if she concentrated on it for too long there was always the chance she would fall unconscious.

Pulling her long blonde hair up into a simply bun, a few strands falling around the pale face that was an envy to many a woman. With her pale skin that seemed to shine in the night, her red full lips, the blue eyes that shimmered like sapphires and that small nose that was sleek and what men would call pretty. The thing with Adelia was when the sun rose she rose, it was something to do with the second power that she possessed within her. The sun gave her the heat she needed to control the fire which she could make and control. It would be a useful skill if they were ever attacked but with no sense of danger come anywhere close to them it was almost impossible to find a use for it other than practicing. When Tyran (King's cousin) had been ran out, the Mages, Druids, Priests and Priestess's came together from across the land to cast a power upon the Kingdom. The only way for the hex to come undone was if the King said the word that had been banned from being spoken by him or his wife let alone his son. They had not dared tell the little boy the word until he was old enough to know that it was a word that he should not say ever for the protection would leave the castle and the town leaving it under threat from any dark forces. There were people just like Tyran who would just be waiting for the chance to attack a place such as this and take the land for themselves. Thats why Adelia was here.

Raising the palm of her right hand towards the sky, her sleeve coming down slightly to reveal the large black mark from her elbow to the pale of that hand. The tail ending right in the middle of what people would call her life line when reading people's palms to tell there future. It was one thing Adelia had tried with the Prince but it was hard to do so, he thought it stupid and would not let her continue. Her left palm was pushed out towards a cloud. Her blue eyes shut tight in concentration as the heat pounded down on her. A red aura surrounding the blonde woman almost as if she was on fire herself. Moving almost like lightening her hands curled into fists and she jabbed the air thick and fast. Spurts of fire leaving her hands, spinning and kicking the air causing another jet to escape her feet. Fire control was hard and she was only on the basics. She would need to practice twice as hard if she wished to become advanced.

"I see you still rise early to practice."

Adelia turned when hearing the voice that she had listened to through her childhood. "When the sun rises so shall I." She spoke, her voice pure and soft like the trickle of a stream or the whistling of a soft breeze through wind chimes. A chuckle left the plump old man, his brown eyes staring at the young woman he had brought up and had taught all he knew. "The King knows his cousin will come back to take back what he thinks is his. It's only a matter of time before he regains the power to do this. Do you remember what to do when that happens?" Adelia nodded, ever since she had been told that there could be a threat towards the Prince she and Zephalious had agreed that she should smuggle him out the Kingdom and travel to the sacred temple of the Priestess's to keep him safe for a while before the danger had either ceased and left or the Prince was strong enough to fight against it. "I know what I must do." A determined look upon her beautiful face, she knew the Prince was the only hope for this Kingdom and she would do anything in her power to protect him, she had promised the King she would. Zephalious moved towards her, taking a simply gold chain from his pocket, a little glass ball hanging from the chain. He handed it to her. "Put it on." Adelia did as she was told, learning not to question this man for his ways were strange but they were for a good reason. Once the chain was secure she looked down at the glass ball on the chain. A simply flickering began before the glass ball seemed to contain a flame of fire within it. The red glowing through the glass making her smile. "It's beautiful. May I ask why you are giving me such a thing?" Her voice somewhat teasing though mostly filled with confusion. "It's a gift." His own voice was that of great annoyance as he knew what it was meant for but just didn't want to tell her, she would have to work it out on her own. She glared playfully at him before hugging him. Once they had parted the friendly embrace he informed her that if she did not hurry she would be late for the Prince's aura reading. She nodded and smiled at the wise old man. "I will see you tonight." She called out behind her to Zephalious as she ran through the large wooden doors, almost skidding in front of the Prince's bedroom door. Her hand reaching out to knock loudly upon it. "He better be up." Was the words that were mumbled under her breath.

Sheffi · #2 (**permalink**) 09-14-2009

He was a grandmaster as he sat atop his bed, the magnificent arrangement of gold and deep velvet dyed white, curled pillows holding extravagant designs and superior thrust, ivory wood able to support hundreds of pounds at once. The canopy that hung overhead had sashes of royal blue and pure white over the pearly crimson design, supported by thick golden ropes twisted together; the scent of wild roses permeating around the room, a fragrance so delicate and so soft you’d have to relax to get the scent. Nonetheless, it was there, as was Prince Esfer Siveranicus Kyrnamryt Adalonian, formerly adressed as Prince Esfer, casually nicknamed Silver.

Adorned in his robe, crimson and gold laced with fine silver threads and decorated with significant symbols, he took his stand, landing his feet over the plush carpet, scorning his gaze over the multitude of his possessions with his beautiful silver eyes. Silver eyes of a silver wind they say. Invisible yet there like a prickly presence, like a solitude of confinement that could easily trap you and hold you. Capturing pupils lightly speckled gray, sharp at times and incredibly gentle at others, ringed with black lines that were at the mercy of many ladies’ wishful glances. Yes, it was his eyes that were his prize, his most attractive attribute, and though it stood out plenty enough, there was his hair to consider. Like always, it was displayed as an elegant mess, always finely straightened and not reaching past his lobes. They were a rich ebony black, hanging off his scalp and moving, flowingly, as he walked, a display of royal pride and definite arrogance. With delicate fingers reaching his lips and hands crossing to his side, he strode over to the doorway and opened it justly. There stood a woman with long, blonde tresses to account for and pale, decorative skin of wonder, her hands slightly curled as a sign of her previous knocks.

“Adelia!” From his secluded pale lips expressed a broad grin, outmatching his petite features by a great amount. He was, indeed, a disciplined prince, but he showed the benevolence of his childhood youth at that moment. Eyes shining miraculously, dimples lightly hovering about his cheek, he looked to all the world as a stately child, vigorously enthusiastic in the sight of his favorite person. “Good morning!” He smiled with his eyes closed, long lashes brushing against his fair skin. Though immature he was and quite lacking in his show of hard work, he had a kind heart by nature, gestures always flawlessly smooth, steps so precariously graceful, touch splendidly soft. His height was a bonus too. Standing nearly six feet, he towered over everybody, excluding the king himself, his body frame lean and slim. Overall, he came by as a feminine male, exquisitely self-centered and quite proud of his looks.

"I was going to the garden, come with me!" Without waiting her response, he took her hand in his and made way to his most preferred place. It was obvious he had work to do, but surely that wasn’t in his department? Surely his faithful butler would take care of that? “So, Adelia, have you heard they discovered a new species of plant? Oh, it’s a beautifully rare kind; green tipped with white in the middle, budding in the center a tiny bud that would open up into a gorgeous, red flower. I can’t believe they wouldn’t add it to my collection. It’s such a disappointment, but I’m sure I’ll get it soon. They can’t deny me for long.” Indeed, though he lacked motivation through paperwork and royal duties, he did have a wonderful hobby with plants and nature in general. Often, he would draw scenery and sketch his many botanic 'monomers' in his free time, which he happened to have a lot of.

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