Sailor Jupiter
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Post by Sailor Jupiter on Jan 3, 2004 12:52:17 GMT -5
Well, since I have no name for it, I'm just gonna call it Fairy Story. It's rated PG and it's about this fairy that can't fly because her wings are weak. She finds a new friend, experiences flying, and lots more. Hope you guys enjoy. And I'm still in the process of writing, so there might be some gaps when I'm writing.
Also, the character Rora is the main character and the character Raz is her friend. See, my friend is also writing a story but she's writing about something different, and we thought it would be fun if we kind of interlocked stories. Sometime, when we finish writing, I'm going to ask her if it's alright if I post her story up.
And BEWARE, it's very long. ;D
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Post by Sailor Jupiter on Jan 3, 2004 12:52:38 GMT -5
I wanted to fly with the other fairies, but my father, the king of all fairies, forbids me. “You deserve to fly with the fairies at your level, not those lower than you!” he said. I thought to myself, “Great king you are, pretty much insulting your own people.” Out loud, I said, “Why can’t I? I’m a princess and I deserve getting to know the people I will rule over someday!” All I could do was observe all of my fellow fairies, flying around, talking, laughing, having fun. I saw the youngest fairies flying around and playing games I had never learned. I never had any fun. Just because I was a princess, everyone was so formal to me. No one dared do anything that would anger me. There was another slight problem with why I couldn’t fly with other fairies. I had weak wings. Usually when fairies are born, they can fly right away, but I couldn’t. I tried again and again but it was hard for me to get high off of the ground. But still, I couldn’t understand why I never had anyone “at my level” to fly with. Was I too obnoxious? Was I too much of a spoiled brat? Did I need to change somehow? My birthday was coming up in a couple weeks and I knew that there would be some extravagant planning done. Sure enough, the next day, I was fitted for the new dresses I had to wear for the banquet and ball we were going to have. As the royal tailors and seamstresses were measuring me for the dress, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a perfect princess. My blonde hair was long and silky, long enough that I could sit on it. I usually left it down but since the royal tailors and seamstresses need to measure my whole body, I had my hair up in a bun. My body was nice enough. I wasn’t very skinny, but I wasn’t really plump either. Right in between. My big, blue eyes looked innocent when I was happy and had a special gleam when I was mad. Somehow, they always had a twinkle; at least that’s what everyone said. When the royal tailors and seamstresses were finally done with all the measurements, I hurried away to my room. All I had to do was wait until they finished actually sewing the dresses and then I had to try them all. Trying them on was the worst part because that’s when my mother, Queen Randilyn, came and criticized everything. Once I got to my room, I flung myself on my bed and stared at the canopy above me. I always wanted a room at the top of the castle, in one of the turrets, but my parents were always scared that I would fall and kill myself (which I highly doubt I would do). I always liked the feeling of being high off of the ground but since I couldn’t fly, I never really got that feeling much. I wanted to be able to see the stars at night, watch the sun set at night and watch it rise in the morning, and hear the rain fall down. But most of all, I wanted to be able to fly. Fly, fly away, to another place where I would be accepted. Here, all my ladies-in-waiting made fun of me because I couldn’t fly. I had beautiful wings that changed color to whatever mood I was, kind of like that human contraption that was called a “mood ring.” Maybe my wings were “mood wings.” I was the only one ever to have wings like these. Normally, people only had one wing color. Since everyone knew I had these color-changing wings, they also usually knew what kind of mood I was in. But what good was color-changing, mood-matching wings when they couldn’t get you a yard off the ground? Today my wings were a light gray-blue color. I wasn’t in the best mood, but I wasn’t down right gloomy either. Standing on a stool and having a ton of fairies measure you isn’t my idea of fun. Since the weather was fairly good, I changed into a more convenient riding dress so I could go riding. I opened my wardrobe and pulled on the nearest dress that wasn’t all fancy and poofy. Then, I ran down to the long flight of stairs, stopped halfway down by my mother. “Aurora, dear! Don’t run in the castle. Save that for outside,” she demanded. “Yes, mother,” I replied obediently. Once the queen had rounded the corner, I started running again, and I didn’t stop until I reached the stable. “Hi, Cedric!” I yelled to the stable boy fairy that was usually there to take care and saddle all of the horses. He was a pretty good friend. He never made fun of me because I couldn’t fly and since I couldn’t fly, I had to depend on riding to get places fast. Sometimes, when I needed to talk to someone, I could talk to Cedric because he was so understanding and always had the time to listen. Cedric looked up from polishing a saddle. “Hi, Princess Rora. Do you want me to saddle up Carlen for you?” “No thanks. I think I can saddle him with no problem. And if I can‘t, I’ll just yell.” “Alright. Have fun riding!” I continued running to Carlen’s stall. He was a big, white stallion that had a long golden mane and tail. He must be at least 15 hands tall. He was the most beautiful horse I have ever seen and I fell in love with him the instant he was born. King Jereon, my father, let me have and name the newborn foal. I researched day and night for a good name for him and when I finally found Carlen, I knew it was the name for the foal. Carlen means champion, and that’s what he is to me. I opened the gate to Carlen’s stall, and since he was my horse, in other words, the Princess’s horse, he had the best stall in the stable. He was fed the best and given the best of everything. I grabbed Carlen’s saddle and bridle and put them on him. Then I brought him out of the stall and into the meadow. I mounted him with perfection and off I rode.
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Post by Sailor Jupiter on Jan 3, 2004 12:52:58 GMT -5
I rode through the meadow and into the forest. Having ridden in the forest so many times, I had made a permanent trail. Following the trail, I reached the end, which was by the big weeping willow tree. Sometimes I just talked to the tree because I didn’t really have many friends to talk to. Sure I had Cedric, but he was a man-fairy and you don’t really tell private thoughts to a man-fairy, unless you’re married and I’m far from married. I climbed off Carlen, landing on the floor with a thud. After having to jump off Carlen for a long time, I’ve been able to jump off without landing on my bottom or knees or face. I walked over to the weeping willow tree and flopped on the floor below it. “Weeping willow tree, sometimes I wish that I could fly, just so I could know the feeling,” I said. “I like not being able to fly because I get to ride instead and I love riding, but sometimes, I just wish I could at least know what I’m missing out on.” The wind blew through the weeping willow tree and it seemed like the tree was sighing. I had already told this to the weeping willow tree at least 100 times. I lay on my back and stared at the sky through the weeping willow’s branches. Birds flew in the cloudless sky and the sun shone brightly even through the dense branches in the forest. “I wish that my ladies-in-waiting would just accept me for who I am, instead of making fun of me. It’s not my fault I can’t fly. It’s the way I was born. Maybe... Just maybe... No never mind.” The wind kept blowing through the weeping willow’s branches and it sounded like it wanted to answer me. I couldn’t understand what it was saying though. If only I could understand tree-talk. Then I would be able to understand what the weeping willow was saying. There were a few gifted fairies who knew what trees said. Those fairies were called tree-fairies. They understood when trees cried in pain when we cut them down for wood. They understood when the trees yelped when someone plucked a branch off their trunk. They understood when the tree was happy for the birds that nested in their branches because the birds had finally laid their eggs, or the eggs had finally hatched. They understood when the trees were sad for the birds because the baby birds soon grew big and flew from their parents to start their own families. They just understood what the trees were thinking, feeling, saying. I always thought it was weird that trees could understand what us fairies were saying but we never knew what they were, unless of course, you were a tree-fairy. “I wonder if I know anyone that’s a tree-fairy,” I muttered to myself. Tree-fairies weren’t allowed to tell if they could understand what the trees were saying. They had to bear the pain of the trees crying and they had to celebrate the trees happiness by themselves. Suddenly, I heard a galloping noise. I could tell by the gallops that it was a mare horse, carrying a female. I didn’t know how I knew these kind of things. Maybe it was just because I knew horses really well and loved riding them so much that I knew anything and everything about horses. “Oh no!” I gasped. “Someone’s coming. Carlen, hurry up and hide behind this group of trees and boulders.” I pushed and pulled but Carlen just wouldn’t move. “Come on, please move!” Carlen wouldn’t budge so I thought that maybe I could just crouch behind a big nearby tree and maybe they would go away. Unfortunately, that didn’t really turn out too well. “Come on, Nikaya,” I heard a female voice say. “We can’t just stop here! We have to find our way out of here!” Please, oh please, don’t notice me! I thought to myself. I heard footsteps approaching the tree I was hiding behind, “Hi, who are you?” the female voice said. Drat, so I wasn’t the best at hiding. I guess having wings gives everything away. I bet my wings hadn’t been covered by the tree. “Oh, hi, I’m Rora, well actually, Princess Aurora of the fairy people,” I answered. “Wow, you’re a fairy!” the female said. “I always thought fairies were just in fairy tales but I guess I was wrong. By the by, I’m Raz, Princess Raziya of the humans.” “I was just wondering what you’re doing in this part of the Emerndae Forest?” I asked. The Emerndae Forest is a forest that is filled with enchanted animals and it acts as a shield for the fairy kingdom. It separates the humans from the fairies. Humans usually didn’t come through this part of the forest. Raz told me about how she had hated being a princess so her dragon friend had helped her get a fake license but unfortunately, the sentry hadn’t believed her so she and Nikaya had run away. They got hopelessly lost in the forest but then they stumbled upon the path that I had made so they decided to follow it. And now they were here. “May I ask why you’re riding and not flying?” Raz questioned politely. This time it was my turn to explain all about my weak wings and about how I couldn’t fly. I left out one small detail though. I forgot to tell Raz that my wings changed color. Since I was feeling much more relieved and not scared, my wings changed from a dark gray to a cheerful yellow. Raz gasped. “You’re wings just changed color!” “Oh, I’m so sorry to have startled you. I forgot to tell you that my wings can change color to fit my mood. I have the only pair of wings in the whole fairy kingdom to be like this.” Soon, we were telling each other everything. I found out that Raz hated being a princess and she had too been shunned but it was because she was friends with a dragon. “Serwa’s really quite nice,” Raz described. “She’s not at all bad as most people think.” I started telling her about how I hated not being able to fly, and how I wished that I could. I told about the weeping willow tree and how it seemed like it was talking. I told her about Cedric and riding and how I loved it. I told her everything, and I finally felt like I had a real female friend.
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Post by Sailor Jupiter on Jan 3, 2004 12:53:18 GMT -5
Raz promised to come back another day, but for now she had to go. She told me to wait by the weeping willow tree at around midday and just relax and if she had the time, she would come too. A few days passed and I saw no sight of Raz. I was starting to get worried but I couldn’t spend much time outside anymore. It was getting nearer and nearer to my birthday and the preparations were under way. I had to come up with a birthday speech, since I was nearing the age when most fairies were considered adults. I had to try on all the different kinds of dresses the royal tailors and seamstresses had made to see which one was the best. I had to learn all kinds of etiquette and know everything about the different places the visitors were going to come. I hated all the preparations, but I loved it when the day finally came. Finally one day I heard Raz and Nikaya galloping towards the weeping willow. Carlen whinnied with joy and I heard Nikaya replying. “Whoa, Nikaya, calm down!” I heard Raz say. First I saw a blur of color fly past my eyes. That was Nikaya. She had galloped a little too fast and had passed the weeping willow on accident. When Nikaya finally stopped, Raz jumped off. Nikaya and Carlen were too busy nuzzling each other. “Okay, we can leave them doing that,” Raz said. “Yup,” I laughed. It was always fun to have someone to talk to. I still talked to Cedric and the weeping willow tree, but talking to Raz was very different. “I have a surprise for you!” Raz shouted. Her voice echoed through the woods. “SERWA!” she shouted again. “Come here!” Suddenly, I saw a big, humongous shadow cover the forest. It was Serwa, Raz’s dragon friend. Serwa landed in a clearing and then walked over to where Raz, Rora, and the horses were standing. “Serwa’s here to take you on a ride so you can know the feeling of flying,” Raz explained. “Really?! Thanks both of you!” I exclaimed with joy. Serwa nodded. “Nice ter meet ya. Now climb aboard.” She crouched down so Raz and I could climb on. Once we had settled into place, she walked back towards the clearing. It was strange riding a dragon. It was kind of uncomfortable at first but soon I got used to it. When Serwa moved, her scales made a sound like metal scraping against each other. Finally, she took off. We soared into the blue sky and flew across the whole kingdom. I saw everything from a bird’s eye view and it was magnificently breath-taking. The wind blew our hair every which way and the birds were singing. I couldn’t believe I was finally getting this feeling of flying. Raz pointed out all sorts of things, such as Serwa’s cave and the city she was being chased from and her castle. I showed Raz the fairy castle and the stable. When it was finally nearing sunset, Serwa flew back towards the clearing and landed. Raz and I climbed off and walked back towards where the horses were grazing, every once in a while whinnying when they found something delightful to chomp on. “Thank you so much,” I said to Serwa and Raz. “If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t know the wonderful feeling of flying and I wouldn’t know what I was missing out on.” “No problem,” Raz answered. “It was our pleasure taking you, right Serwa?” Serwa nodded again. “I can’t believe I’m missing out on this!” I exclaimed. Now I wanted to be able to fly even more. “Sorry, Rora,” Serwa said apologetically. “Flying is a great sensation and I’m so sorry that you aren’t able to fly.” Soon, Raz and Serwa had to leave. Raz tugged on Nikaya’s bridle until she finally moved. Then Raz mounted and the three were off.
The next week, I wasn’t allowed to go out anymore. I had to stay in the castle and prepare and prepare some more for my birthday banquet and ball. I was to learn how to dance properly and all that kind of stuff that I hated. I yearned to go riding but my parents wouldn’t let me. I dreaded the week but when it was finally over, I was glad that it was soon going to be my birthday and I could have my freedom again. On the dawn of my birthday, I woke up excitedly. I wanted to run and jump and shout for joy because finally all the preparations were going to be over and I could finally spend more time outside.
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Post by Sailor Jupiter on Jan 7, 2004 21:59:43 GMT -5
Err. Anyone want to give any feedback? ;D
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Post by DiamondsMoonGrl on Apr 19, 2004 14:45:11 GMT -5
VERY VERY good! i luv it! please conti.!!
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Post by Sailor Jupiter on Apr 21, 2004 22:26:07 GMT -5
Aww, teehee. Thanks!! I've been busy, but I've got some more done.
On the dawn of my birthday, I woke up excitedly. I wanted to run and jump and shout for joy because finally all the preparations were going to be over and I could finally spend more time outside. But of course, I couldn’t run or jump or shout just yet. There were still some preparations to be done and until they were finished, I was still supposed to be well behaved. I walked over to my wardrobe and opened it. I pulled out the dress the royal tailors and seamstresses had spent long days and nights working on. It was a beautiful sky blue dress that everyone said matched perfectly with my eyes. There were ruffles and petticoats and lace. I would wear it later in the night. Until then, I would wear one of my other less fancy dress until the preparations were done. I spent the day listening to my parents lecture me. Do this, do that, don’t do this, don’t do that. Pretty soon, I was tuning them out and thinking about other things. Finally, when it got towards the middle of the afternoon, my mother sent me upstairs to change and get ready for the banquet and ball. I was relieved to get away from the chaos downstairs. Once I got to my room, I lay on my bed and rested for a while. Then I pulled out the dress and slipped into it. I sat in front of the vanity and looked at myself. I waited and waited, and finally my mother came up. She brought the royal hairstylist with her. “Now, make a hairstyle that allows her to be able to dance and eat comfortably but make it fancy enough that it will astound others. And please, make it so she will be able to wear her crown,” the queen was saying as she walked in the room. The royal hairstylist nodded and got to work. It took several attempts to make a hairstyle that finally satisfied my mother. Then my mother took out a beautiful crown that she set in my hair. “This is the crown that my mother gave me and her mother gave her and so on. It’s very old, and I think it’s finally time that you get it. I must say, it is a family heirloom and be sure to take care of it.” I looked in the mirror and admired the crown. It was studded with diamonds and sapphires. The crown also matched with my dress and my eyes. “Thanks,” I said. I hugged my mother. She was taken by surprise at first but then hugged me back. “Now, let’s go downstairs and greet the guests.” We walked together, arms linked together, down the stairs. Soon, people from all places started arriving. I didn’t even know most of them; they were just here because I was turning 170. Also, most of the guests were princes of kingdoms I had never heard of since my parents decided now is a good time to get married. I looked in disgust at the long line of princes waiting to greet me. “Ungh,” I muttered. I politely greeted them in turn but soon I was tired of looking at faces that I didn’t know. Suddenly, I saw a flash of hair that looked very familiar. And then I saw a face. Raz! “Raz! What are you doing here!” I exclaimed, much to the prince I was greeting’s surprise. “Rora!” Raz shouted. “My dad said we were going to some princess’s birthday banquet and ball except he didn’t mention whom!” This, of course, shocked both of our parents because they had no idea that we knew each other. The two kings talked to each other for a while Raz and I got caught up. “Well, everyone, into the banquet hall for the feast!” King Jereon finally declared. Everyone muttered and agreed. I walked towards the banquet hall to find a wonderfully set long table with centerpieces and name cards and golden china plates. Of course, my place was at one end of the table while my father’s was on the other. I was to sit next to two princes. I suppose they are the princes my parents thought would be the best for me. They were both fairy princes from other kingdoms. Obviously, my parents wanted me to marry a fairy prince. I sat down and so did everyone else. “Let the feasting begin!” the fairy king declared once again. The servants came in with the first course, which was some type of soup. “Mm... This soup is good,” said one prince, sipping a spoonful of the fairy soup. He looked strong and could wield a sword well. The other prince looked like he would be kind and sensitive. So, my parents had picked two kinds of princes for me to chose from. Very clever of them. I felt like the dinner would never end. We had eight courses and I was stuffed. All through dinner, I had made polite conversation with the princes but I hadn’t really gotten to know any of them really well. I think they got to know each other better than they got to know me. I had been thinking of the wishes I would make when the cake was brought out. Little did I know that we would have the ball before we got to the cake.
After the feast, my father, the king, told everyone to go to the royal ballroom. I thought it would be for my birthday cake. But when I reached the ballroom, the cake was no where to be found. I ran to my father and asked, “Father, where’s the cake? Shouldn’t we eat the cake as a form of desert?” “Why, of course not. Why would you think of that? Everyone must be full after that wonderful dinner. They could not possibly eat another bite! We’ll wait until after the ball,” my father answered. I groaned. “But Father! I’ve been waiting so long to make my wishes on that birthday cake! Can’t we just get it over with now and then people can eat it later?” He stared at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was but I really wanted to make those wishes now. “Why, how impolite that’ll be. And it will totally not be proper. No, we will wait until after the ball. That’s what I say, and that’s how it will be. Whoever died and made you king?” “But...” I was ready to protest but he had made up his mind and it would‘ve been useless to try. I turned and stomped off to my throne. From there, I observed the ball. Everyone was dancing and having a great time, except for me. Occasionally, a prince would come and ask to dance with me and I would accept but I never really liked any of them. Or got to know them at that. I wanted to wait until I was ready. Until I meet that one person that just sweeps me off my feet.
Enjoy!
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Post by DiamondsMoonGrl on Apr 29, 2004 17:06:07 GMT -5
i really hope to kno what happens! Great soo far! i love it! ;D
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