Shielded Land Chapter 4 (2 of 2) (With Unrelated Hot Girl PIc At End) (143 hits)
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Submitted by Registered_S_O (View user info) at 2008-03-19 01:09:11 EDT
"I'm here as you requested, Lady Silahna." Came a girl's voice from the doorway.
"Be seated. I'll speak with you when I'm finished." Silahna said quietly, not looking up from the book she was studying.
"Yes Lady Silahna." The girl replied meekly, sitting down on the bench near the window.
The book Silahna was reading was extremely old, written nearly a thousand years before the construction of the Castle of the Furyliner's Queen. Among the hundreds of books held in shelves around the room that were carved from the stone, this book was one of the more interesting reads. That was quite an accomplishment considering the subject matter of some of the other writings.
Silahna twirled a golden know of hair around the first finger of her left hand as she lightly drummed the slender fingers of her other hand on the table. The passage she was reading and rereading sent shivers through her voluptuous form. And the domes shall be cast asunder, heralding a new age of chaos. Silahna laid back in her chair, letting the exciting implications of those words soak into her like a person in the worst of winter would soak in the warmth of a fire. And the domes shall be cast asunder... Of course, there was no way to know exactly when that would be. Silahna hoped this volume before her gave her a timeframe.
Apparently, construction through the bedrock far beneath the palace gave way to a long abandoned part of the castles basement. One of the miners, or diggers, or whatever they were called had found this volume. Apparently, the worker didn't know nearly enough about the value of this book, therefore Silahna purchased it at a very reasonable price.
From the little bit she gleaned before happening upon this passage, Silahna suspected she would find answers to a great many mysteries within this book. Silahna believed this to be a book written by a very special Forerunner of Old. To have the ability to write down the future thousands of years beforehand was a feat Silahna envied. At least she had his work before her.
Silahna stood, closing the book she had been studying. She smoothed the wrinkles from her light green dress, running her hands down the contours of her body. The warmth of the carpets on her bare feet felt luxurious as Silahna sauntered over to her dressing mirror, running her fingers over the footboard of her bed. She gazed in the mirror and liked what she saw.
Liquid emerald eyes set above high cheekbones stared back at Silahna. She rose on the balls of her feet, turning slightly so she could see her profile, the wispy pieces of her dress swishing around her as she turned until they lost momentum and settled lightly. The dress, similar in color to her eyes, had a high neck. The way the upper part of the dress clung provocatively to her ample chest and toned stomach dispelled any notions of modesty a high neck might suggest. Silahna liked the affect her style of dress had on the soldiers who sometimes saw her when she had business in the lower reaches of the castle. She turned then, admiring the large canopied bed where some of those soldiers ended up.
Two good-sized bureaus with mirrors atop them flanked Silahna's headboard on either side. Each post that held her canopy up had twisting designs etched around them by some master carver. The floor was completely covered in a light green rug that was the shade of the surrounding meadowland. The perfect fit of the carpet was no small feat for a carpenter considering the size of her room.
Silahna's room was in the shape of a giant circle. She had once counted the number of steps from the doorway to the opposite end of the room. Fifty-three was the number of steps she had counted that day. Oddly shaped couches and chairs sat idly in different parts of the room amidst tables and tall stand lamps. Silahna found that by spending a small amount of time seated or laying down in a position that your body wasn't used to made a person more flexible. She coveted her shapely appearance, and wanted to make sure she was always a fit as she could be.
A heavy circular table with high backed chairs sat close to the closed doors of her expansive balcony. Silahna would sometimes entertain a small group of ladies of the castle when the mood struck her. Those women regarded Silahna as a trusted confidant held in his esteem by the crown. Silahna learned many interesting tidbits about current comings and goings within the kingdom by those women without having to leave the comfort of her room.
"Tell me about the one who has half the castle aflutter Amber, and don't leave anything out." Silahna said, dragging a cushioned chair whose back looked like long, cushioned fingers over to where Amber was seated.
"Only half the castle?" Amber questioned, a slight frown forming.
"The other half is comprised of those dusty clerks. You couldn't excite one of them if you offered your feminine charms for use at their discretion." Silahna replied, smirking at her witty description of the castle's lifeblood.
"No I suppose you couldn't." Amber replied, her frown being replaced by a knowing grin.
"Oh Silahna, he's the most marvelous man I've ever met."
"Due tell." Silahna said, arching an eyebrow.
"He's from a city called Cyntha. It's just a few miles outside of the shield." Amber began, her demeanor becoming serious.
For the better part of the next two hours, Amber retold Minska's story. She spoke with sadness while describing Cyntha's destruction, with pride over her Furyrider's handling of encountering Minska, and with huskiness to her voice when she told of her meeting with Minska. Amber finished with her order to make Minska a Queen's Furyrider, a dreamy look in her eyes.
"He was pushed into the shield, and made it to the other side intact. Marvelous indeed." Silahna whispered.
Silahna stood and went over to the window on Amber's left. She gazed at the glorious view of the castle's southwest section. The view from her room at the Central Tower's top floor was the best one could find within Furylin. The reflection from the moon's light off the water below was breathtaking. Silahna could just make out soldiers moving about near the guard stations around the moat.
Silahna would sometimes blow out all the lamps in her room at night and just gaze endlessly at the view below. She could always make out the fields and meadowland outside the castles boundaries for miles on end. Silahna loved the peaceful feeling that washed over her whenever she stood at the window, appreciating the ascetics of her surroundings.
Movement on the roof of the tower to her right interrupted Silahna from her quiet reverence of the scene around her. She scanned the tower with her piercing green eyes. Just as she began to suspect that her vision was playing tricks on her, she saw movement again. Silahna saw a man walking slowly around the edge of the towers top. It was him. Silahna didn't know why, but she knew with absolute certainty that that was Minska below her, apparently enjoying the view of the land himself. Her heart began to quicken at seeing this fascinating creature for the first time, even if it was at a great distance. Silahna was glad that the lamps were all turned low, for Amber might have caught a glimpse of her reddening cheeks.
"Would you like me to arrange a meeting between the two of you?" Amber asked, interrupting Silahna from her thoughts.
"No. Not yet at least." Amber replied, turning away from her window. "I do want to know all about Minska though. I want to know who he talks to, what he says, where he goes, and any details he may reveal about himself, no matter how insignificant they may seem. I want to truly understand this man who has accidently found himself within our midst." Amber finished with a wistful smile.
"It will be as you request, Lady Silahna." Amber said quietly.
Silahna began a slow walk around her room, rubbing the goose bumps on her arms. She was so excited about Minska, this remarkable person who made it through the shield of death that she wanted to jump up and down, giggling all the while.
This giddy feeling that was washing over through her reminded Silahna of nothing so much as when she was a girl, being courted by her first love. Despite how long ago that was, Silahna vividly recalled her giddiness when Salvin clumsily recited poetry to her in her father's barn. How great those times of innocence were. Silahna felt now how she did all that time ago.
"Amber," Silahna began, turning to the queen on the balls of her feet "when you learn anything, come each night to my chambers and give me the full report in person."
With that, Silahna waved Queen Amber away. Amber stood, murmuring that she would do as Silahna wanted, and left the room, gently shutting the door behind her. Silahna began snuffing out all the lamps in her room. Soon she was alone with only the light of the room and the sweet scent of the oil lamps' smoke for company. Silahna tiptoed quietly to the window, thinking herself like a hunter in the wild, stalking its prey. She pressed herself to the windows frame, one hand on its ledge as she scanned the tower top below. The roof of the Guards' Tower was as still as an undisturbed lake. After several minutes of waiting, Silahna moved away from the window, flopping down on her bed. She regretted not being able to catch one last look at Minska before he retired for the night. There was always tomorrow though, and the next day, and the one after that. Silahna had time on her side, and she could be more than patient. She briefly considered going back to reading that book, but she was tired. It could wait until tomorrow.
Silahna slipped out of her dress, enjoying the breeze from the window on her bare flesh. "In time my dear Minska, in time." Silahna whispered with lust as she fell into dreams of her newest infatuation.
I'm a little partial to the one on the far right. She has mysterious eyes.
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Submitted by Registered_S_O (user info) at 2008-03-19 01:27:31 EDT (#)
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I gotta repost but uh thanks for the plus 2.
Submitted by NotSteve (user info) at 2008-03-19 01:16:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I tuned in for the hot girl pic only and upon seeing it I felt the need to quote Smokey:
"Fat bitches need love, too, Craig."
+2 Since I dind't read it.
Submitted by Registered_S_O (user info) at 2008-03-19 01:14:01 EDT (#)
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I know, shit, spelling mistakes galore. A couple of repeating words. Keep in mind this is not final draft by a long shot.