Zanel
Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2013 11:07 pm
Part One:
Zanel knelt, scrubbing the floors vigorously. Almost there, he thought. Being a servant had its ups and downs. Fine roof over your head, a solid pay... regardless of how small it is. The work was hard, fancy estates required a lot of cleaning. Zanel liked living here, though he wanted more out of his life then just being a servant. Finishing his chores, he started heading back to the rooms he shared with his parents.
Zanel was tall for his age, only being his sixteenth name day. His long gray hair almost covers his bright purple eyes. He walked down the plain corridor of the Servant's Wing, daydreaming about what he wanted to do with his life. Some kind of flier that was posted on the wall caught the man's eye.
'Join the Queens Guard of Andor!' it proclaimed. Zanel smirked. Him, wanting to be a soldier? A blonde haired woman leaned back on the wall next to him. Zanel jumped then stumbled 'Ka- Kassia!' His cousin grinned at him, 'Thinking of joining the Queens Guard?' 'What? Na- no!' She giggled, then walked a way with a wave. Why was that funny? Light, women are mad.
Zanel frowned, the other servants didn't know how to act around him. He always had received special treatment. He had room with an actual bed, food without bugs. That was because his father was the bastard son of the last High Seat of Trakand. The other servants just stared at him, they seemed to not know if they should bow to him or strike up a conversation.
Zanel finally approached his room, it had been a long day and he was ready to get some rest. He heard a man and a woman yelling inside. Great, they are fighting again, Zanel thought. He opened the door and walked to his bed, which was on the other side of the room, trying to avoid notice. He finally spared a look over to his parents. Something looked.... different. His mom looked terrified, not angry. His dad looked past angry, his face red and eyes bulging. 'No.. no. I can't stop.' His mother's purple eyes locked with his own. 'Ru-' Suddenly something hit Zanel, and his vision went red. The right side of his face seared with pain. There was a loud shattering sound, then all went black.
Zanel knelt, scrubbing the floors vigorously. Almost there, he thought. Being a servant had its ups and downs. Fine roof over your head, a solid pay... regardless of how small it is. The work was hard, fancy estates required a lot of cleaning. Zanel liked living here, though he wanted more out of his life then just being a servant. Finishing his chores, he started heading back to the rooms he shared with his parents.
Zanel was tall for his age, only being his sixteenth name day. His long gray hair almost covers his bright purple eyes. He walked down the plain corridor of the Servant's Wing, daydreaming about what he wanted to do with his life. Some kind of flier that was posted on the wall caught the man's eye.
'Join the Queens Guard of Andor!' it proclaimed. Zanel smirked. Him, wanting to be a soldier? A blonde haired woman leaned back on the wall next to him. Zanel jumped then stumbled 'Ka- Kassia!' His cousin grinned at him, 'Thinking of joining the Queens Guard?' 'What? Na- no!' She giggled, then walked a way with a wave. Why was that funny? Light, women are mad.
Zanel frowned, the other servants didn't know how to act around him. He always had received special treatment. He had room with an actual bed, food without bugs. That was because his father was the bastard son of the last High Seat of Trakand. The other servants just stared at him, they seemed to not know if they should bow to him or strike up a conversation.
Zanel finally approached his room, it had been a long day and he was ready to get some rest. He heard a man and a woman yelling inside. Great, they are fighting again, Zanel thought. He opened the door and walked to his bed, which was on the other side of the room, trying to avoid notice. He finally spared a look over to his parents. Something looked.... different. His mom looked terrified, not angry. His dad looked past angry, his face red and eyes bulging. 'No.. no. I can't stop.' His mother's purple eyes locked with his own. 'Ru-' Suddenly something hit Zanel, and his vision went red. The right side of his face seared with pain. There was a loud shattering sound, then all went black.