A picture of Ronais drawn by my friend Claire Herron, I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did!
A picture of Ronais drawn by my friend Claire Herron, I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did!
And we’re back! Let’s move on so you can read about these ‘Forest Journies’, yes? Here you are: Reincarnatio Part 8; Forest Journies.
Ronais quickly dressed herself in her dark green riding clothes and boots, and left her room. “Come on, Sirnet! We’re going to be late!” She said, walking down the castle’s twisting marble staircase. Sirnet barked and raced down the stairs. He was waiting for Ronais at the bottom, wagging his tail “Yeah, you only won because you’re a wolf. That wasn’t even a real race, you dork.” Ronais said, petting Sirnet’s head.
Ronais walked out into the castle’s green courtyard and towards the stables that rested on the other side. “I’m excited.” Ronais said to Sirnet, a slight smile on her face. Sirnet barked and jumped around her as she walked towards the sidmuen stables. “I know, I feel like I haven’t been riding in a while, either.”
As they entered the stables, Tayrn stood leaning against a stall, both his and Ronais’ sidmuen saddled and ready for their ride. “Tayrn, you got everything ready?” Ronais asked.
Tayrn pushed himself up off the wall and smiled at Ronais “Of course. Have you brought everything you need?” He asked.
“Yes. I always do.” she replied, lifting herself into the saddle of her sidmuen. She turned the animal towards the exit of the stable and burst forward. Tayrn smiled and jumped onto his own sidmuen. He raced after Ronais and Sirnet as they sped out into the forest.
Samlin watched as the sun rose over Mount Wani. Hagin and his fellow soldiers were riding ahead of him, and he was glad. He had taken control and left with them. I told you that you couldn’t stop me, Manicask, and look where I am now. Riding with the soldiers. He thought. There was three days of riding ahead of them, and one day until they reached the Western Kingdom’s forest, where the Kufata hadn’t entirely taken control yet. Samlin was eager to reach Lady Raz and learn more about stopping the Great Evil’s plague. He rode forward, the hours moving quickly along as they neared the Western Kingdom’s forest and finally entered the woods with no incident.
Alright, well that was interesting. Two new characters? Well geez, we should start a tally. So, so far we have Samlin, Ronais, Belen, Tayrn, Rochelle, Belina, Sirnet…that’s it right? Shall we see what happens next, my dear Reader? Yes, well, here it is then; Reincarnatio Part 7: Like a Town Only Bigger.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Ronais said to her maid, standing in front of her holding a flowing gown of light blue silk. “I’m sorry, Tatyana, but I was hoping to be able to wear my green dress to this tea-party.” Ronais ran a hand through her hair and looked over at the white wolf that was laying on her bed. “Apparently, though, Sirnet decided that he wanted it for his afternoon snack. Bad boy!” She said, scorning her pet.
“I’m sorry, Your Highness.” The blonde-haired elf maiden said, bowing to Ronais.
“Oh, please, don’t be!” Ronais said, turning her kind gaze to the maid. “There’s no need to be. I will deal with this dress. Thank you so much for delivering it to me from the laundry.” Ronais said, smiling gracefully.
“It was my pleasure, Your Highness.” the maid replied, smiling back at Ronais.
Ronais sat down on her bed and pet Sirnet’s white head. “I had a weird dream last night, Tatyana…” She said.
“What was it?” Tatyana asked.
“You can sit down, Tatyana.” Ronais said.
Tatyana sat on the chair next to the open window. “Your Highness, I’m curious about this dream.” Tatyana said.
“Well, it took place in a dark…city.” Ronais said, looking up at Tatyana.
“A…city?” Tatyana asked, looking confused.
“I think…it’s like a town, but larger. The buildings were as tall as the moon-holder tower in the courtyard.” Ronais explained. “Anyways, it was very cold, and I could feel it deep in my bones. There were two girls, one had red hair and freckles and the other had brown hair. They were walking on opposite sides of the city. The red haired girl was very…sad. She was very cold and was wearing weird clothes. Pants, even! She was wearing pants!” Ronais said.
“Pants? On a…on a girl?” Tatyana asked.
Ronais nodded. “The brown-haired girl was wearing pants as well. She wasn’t sad, though. She was wearing a cloak, but it went all the way around her, like a shirt.”
“How odd!” Tatyana exclaimed.
“I know.” Ronais said. “She had a dagger, as well. It had a golden tiger on it. Then there was a scream. No…it was more like a shriek. It made my flesh bump and my back shiver. It was one of the most dreadful sounds I’ve ever heard. The two girls heard it as well and began running towards the place that it came from…then I woke up.” Ronais said.
“That is a very weird dream indeed, Your Highness. I shall speak to the magistrate and see if he would come and analyze it.” Tatyana said, standing. “For now, though, you must prepare for the Queen’s tea-party.”
Ronais shook her head. “That dream has left me with an odd feeling in my heart and head, so I would like to go on a ride before the party begins.” She said, looking from Tatyana to Sirnet. “So please ready my riding attire.”
“But…Your Highness, I don’t think that is…a wise choice.” The maid answered, watching the princess with wide eyes. “Your mother the Queen said to begin preparations now so that you will be fully ready when the tea-party begins.”
“Well, my mother is unaware that not everyone takes five hours to get ready. So, perhaps, you can do as I’ve asked and get me my riding attire.” Ronais said.
The maid looked down at the dress she held in her hands. “Of course, Your Highness.” she said, leaving Ronais’s room.
Ronais sighed and threw herself back on her bed. “I just want to ride out into the world and never come back.” she said, putting her hands over her face.
“That wouldn’t be a very good idea, Ronais.” Tayrn said from the open window.
“You don’t understand, Tayrn. I’m trapped…like a pet in a cage, forced to do what I’m told. I don’t like this…” she said, turning her head to face Tayrn’s smiling one.
“Ro…you’re too beautiful to be sad.” He said, leaning in the window, his eyes reflecting a smile.
“Don’t flatter me.” Ronais said, a smile spreading on her face regardless.
Tayrn smiled back. “Are you going for a ride, Your Highness?” He asked.
“Why, yes I am.” She replied. “And I suppose that I will be in need of an escort. Would you mind accompanying a young princess on her evening ride?”
“Of course.” He said. “I would be honored.”
“Then ready yourself, sir. I shall meet you at the stables in one hour.” Ronais said. Tayrn nodded and pushed himself back from the window, landing on the ground a dozen feet below without a sound. Ronais smiled to herself and laid back on her bad. “We have a riding companion, Sirnet.” She said, petting the white wolf that lay next to her on the bed. Sirnet wagged his tail and leaped up, licking Ronais in the face. Ronais giggled and covered her face “Keep your slobber to yourself!” she said, still giggling.
Oh, and here we are again! I’m so excited to see you again, my dear Reader. Reincarnatio is just bouncing with joy at seeing your lovely, smiling face! So, take a seat and let’s look at the next Part, shall we? And here it is, Reincarnatio Part 5: The Hot One.
A strong wind blew the trees, causing an eerie moaning and cracking to fill the air. Clouds loomed in the sky, gray and untouchable except for a lone volcano that pierced them. The green forest stopped at the bottom of the volcano and was replaced by grim black stone that climbed up towards the clouds, sharply jutting out from the volcano. Steam seeped from the black rock and flowed from a cave near the top of the volcano.
Crazed laughter rose in the air around the cave, circling the volcano and mixing in with the steam and clouds. “Go, Nelson, go!” Belina laughed at the mossy green rock that she had just pushed down the cave and deeper into the volcano. The rock bounced on the shiny black ground, and rolled into a pool of lava that flowed from a crack in the wall. “Oh no, Nelson!” Belina yelled as she ran towards the lava pool. She skidded to a stop before her feet were buried in the molten liquid, her bearskin dress hugging tight to the curves of her body, and coming short on her thighs.
“Nelson, don’t play in the lava! Now is not the time, I hear a rumbling and I feel a storm coming. So then, Nelson, you know we have to sleep now.” She said, reaching into the lava, pulling the green and now-burnt rock out of the popping, molten liquid. Belina hugged the large rock to her chest and began walking towards a pile of dry orange-brown leaves and twigs in a small corner in the cave. She set the rock down next to the pile of foliage, “A fire to keep us warm through the night?” Belina asked the rock. “Of course we can have one, Nelson!” She knelt down and touched a leaf, causing sparks of fire to escape her finger tips and consume the leaf. Belina set the burning leaf down on the pile and the flame raced across the rest of the leaves and branches, creating a large orange-yellow fire that lit up Belina’s smiling face, matted red hair and blazing yellow eyes.
“How’s that, Nelson?” She asked, stepping into the fire. “I think it’ll do just fine.” she said, laying down on the burning pile. She reached out and pulled Nelson to her, humming a lullaby as she did so. “Now is sleep time.” she said, hugging Nelson tight to her chest, a smile spreading wide across her face. “Dream sweet, Nelson.” she said, her eyes fluttering shut.
Ronais lay in her bed, Sirnet cuddled next to her. She smiled and closed her eyes, drifting off into the realm of deep sleep.
You’re going to be meeting some very interesting characters today, my friend. Are you ready for this one? Because I certainly am.
This is Part 2 of our friend Reincarnatio and I’m really excited for you to read it. I know it’s different characters, but I promise it’s the same story.
Alright,brief sayings here: I said before that this would be weekly, but I figure I might start at a faster pace so as not to bore you.
Leave a comment and let me know what you’re thinking about Reincarnatio so far, because I want to hear from you too, my dear Reader.
Now, I won’t give anything away about this one. The fun is in the reading and discovering. So, meet our new characters, Reader, and drink in the story.
“Hurry up, Samlin! The river’s just up ahead! Can’t you go any faster?” A young elf boy yelled from the saddle of a bright white creature that loosely resembled an elk. A muscular teenage elf rode towards the young boy on a creature of his own, his short brown hair blowing back in the wind created from his speed. His icy blue eyes were focused on the young elf as he urged his creature forward.
He came up to the side of the young boy and pulled back on his creature’s reigns to stop, sending a cloud of dust and leaves into the air. “You only beat me because you left before I was even on my sidmuen.” Samlin said, reaching up to run a hand through his hair.
“Make all the excuses you want, I still beat you.” The young elf said, laughing.
Samlin nudged his sidmuen closer to the boy’s and playfully shoved him. “How about the first one to the stream gets cake from the kitchen when we get back? No cheating this time, though, Milsen!”
“You’re on!” Milsen replied, kicking his sidmuen and urging the elegant white beast forward.
Samlin laughed and followed Milsen, racing through the trees on his sidmuen. The trees seemed to fly by in a blur, and a smile spread across Samlin’s face as the wind brushed his golden-brown hair out of his face.
“Who’s slow now?” He called out to Milsen as he passed him, the stream growing closer and closer as Samlin nudged his sidmuen to go faster. After a few more minutes of riding, the stream finally appeared at Samlin’s feet, and he reigned in his sidmuen. Samlin drew his legs over the beast’s back and slid clumsily to the ground.
Milsen burst out of the trees, and jumped off of his sidmuen as it was trotting towards Samlin. Milsen landed with a dull thud and started walking towards Samlin. “You cheated!” He yelled.
“No I didn’t, Milsen. I was just faster than you.” Samlin said, leading his sidmuen to the sparkling stream to drink.
“Not earlier! You were slower! What did you do? How are you faster now?” Milsen asked, leading his own sidmuen to the stream.
“It’s a secret, Milsen. Maybe if you ask Sandon here, she’ll tell you.” Samlin replied, patting his sidmuen’s white side.
“That’s not fair, Samlin! Come on! Tell me!” Milsen said.
Samlin laughed and shook his head. “Alright, little brother, I’ll tell you after we get back and you sneak into the kitchen to get me my cake. How does that sound?”
“Yes! Let’s go!” Milsen said, pulling himself eagerly onto his drinking sidmuen’s back. His brown hair was blown back by the wind and a smile lit up his face and striking green eyes. “Hurry up, Samlin. Get on Sandon and let’s go!”
Samlin motioned towards the lush green forest that surrounded him and Milsen. “We just got here, don’t you think we could rest a little while and enjoy the scenery?” Samlin asked. A sudden screech echoed through the woods, carried by the blowing wind. Samlin froze and looked up at Milsen. All of his breath left his lungs as if trying to run from the blood-curling noise. “We need to leave. Now.” Samlin called to Milsen.
Milsen gripped his reins tightly, his knuckles turning white. “What was that?” he asked. Samlin nodded towards the woods where he and Milsen had just come from. Milsen turned his sidmuen towards the path, and looked back at Samlin. Leaves rustled in the breeze and everything grew silent. Samlin reached for his sword, which hung in its sheath at his hip. His fingers tightly gripped the sword’s hilt. A screech bounced violently through the trees again, and Samlin pulled out his sword, holding it in front of him. Milsen watched Samlin, waiting for the okay to leave the horrible woods.
The shrill cry grew deeper, and was joined by a second higher pitched sound. A scream erupted from the trees, and Samlin’s eyes started pooling with tears of fear. Don’t be a baby, Samlin. He said to himself. The scream died off with a gurgling, and Samlin’s heart jumped into his throat. Forget this. Just leave. I can’t be a hero. Samlin ran over to his sidmuen and jumped onto her back, digging his heels tightly into her sides and urging her forward into the now-ominous woods. He sped behind Milsen through the trees, their branches clawing at him, creating cuts on his face and arms. An inhuman shriek erupted behind them, and Samlin’s heart beat faster in his chest.
The castle loomed over the treetops and Samlin could see the break in the trees. He kicked his sidmuen into a faster pace, tears flying from his eyes into the air behind him. He heard panting and the thud of heavy footsteps running behind him. Don’t look back, don’t look back… Samlin repeated to himself. His head turned, and he saw the thing chasing him and Milsen, and the thing that had let out the screech and shriek that had chilled Samlin to the bone.
Samlin’s heart stopped. The thing chasing him and Milsen was a monster. It’s eyes were red and blood shot, and it’s mouth was filled with teeth so long and sharp that it couldn’t fully close, causing blood and saliva to drip off of them and fly behind it, matting into it’s spots of fur and flesh. It had the body of a lion, torn apart by some inward force. The skin was rotting, causing the smell of dead flesh to fill Samlin’s nose. Blood oozed from it’s eyes and mouth, assuring that it was alive despite the rot. Random blotches of fur spotted it’s body and head, falling off as it ran, floating and swirling in the wind.
It snarled at Samlin and snapped it’s deadly teeth at the rear legs of his sidmuen. Samlin turned forward, and kicked his sidmuen’s sides, again urging her to go faster. He passed through the break in the trees and the sunlight warmed him and bathed him in light. The creature shrieked at Samlin. He looked back and saw the monster at the edge of the woods, calling to him with screams of anger. “It can’t go into the light…” Samlin whispered, stopping his sidmuen and turning to face the monster stuck in the dark. It threw its body against the trees and dug at the ground with claws almost as ferocious as its teeth. An ominous howl escaped its lips and Samlin shuddered. He turned back towards the castle and to Milsen, who was sitting on his sidmuen a feet few ahead of Samlin, watching the beast with wide eyes. “Let’s get back to the castle.” Samlin said, walking his sidmuen towards the large marble tower that reached towards the sky, gleaming in the sun. Milsen slowly nodded and followed Samlin towards the castle.