Storms of Evil
A lone figure stood by the shore, silently drinking in the mournful music of the waves. Ah, come, come to us child. You are one of us. Come…. Come to us. It called out with almost irresistible keening and commanding force, cutting deep into her consciousness. Shaking with the effort, she cried out, NO! Despair gripped her with claws of strength-sucking aguish. The effort of tearing herself away from the malevolent forces that had been feeding upon her will, left Mallorey gasping for breath. Forcing herself to draw out of the battle, she bolted into the palace. “What be the matter, Mallorey? Why are ye weeping?” “Do not worry, my sister. I am unharmed. There is nothing ungood here. But I have much foreboding…. ” Noticing the expression of dismay on her younger sister’s face, Mallorey reached out and hugged her reassuringly. “It is good here. And our father is a strong and wise king. We are safe from the Evil. Do not let thy heart be afeard.”
“Ho! Little sisters, our Mother wishes for us to cleanse our hands!” Neither girl facing him, Mallory asked “What be for our sup tonight?” “I do not know. Wilt thou race mineself to the Palace?”
Giggling, she turned about face and darted toward the colossal cloud-marble steps amid hollers of “That is not just! Get thou in footpace with mineself!
A few minutes later, after much beating with pillows on certain little sisters.
“Good heavens! What hast thou done to Mallorey? She be covered in goose feathers!” Exclaimed their mother in a tone of extreme disapproval. King Evinar and Queen Elimae were known throughout all the kingdoms for their kindliness. But as they regarded their bedraggled children, they did not appear especially kind or compassionate. “Eilos! Mallorey! Both of ye knew thou wert to scrub thy grubbiness off of thyselves before taking to sup! Am I to excuse thy disregard for my orders? Their father boomed sternly out, “If thou wert a warrior under my command, thou wouldst been whipped before dawn!” Eilos nudged Mallorey and whispered, “I am glad I am only a prince!” Mallorey stifled a laugh instantly.
Mother gave them a withering glance. " And where might be your youngest sister?"
"I am here, Mother!" Elie laughed out her response at her reproving mother.
A lone figure stood by the shore, silently drinking in the mournful music of the waves. Ah, come, come to us child. You are one of us. Come…. Come to us. It called out with almost irresistible keening and commanding force, cutting deep into her consciousness. Shaking with the effort, she cried out, NO! Despair gripped her with claws of strength-sucking aguish. The effort of tearing herself away from the malevolent forces that had been feeding upon her will, left Mallorey gasping for breath. Forcing herself to draw out of the battle, she bolted into the palace. “What be the matter, Mallorey? Why are ye weeping?” “Do not worry, my sister. I am unharmed. There is nothing ungood here. But I have much foreboding…. ” Noticing the expression of dismay on her younger sister’s face, Mallorey reached out and hugged her reassuringly. “It is good here. And our father is a strong and wise king. We are safe from the Evil. Do not let thy heart be afeard.”
“Ho! Little sisters, our Mother wishes for us to cleanse our hands!” Neither girl facing him, Mallory asked “What be for our sup tonight?” “I do not know. Wilt thou race mineself to the Palace?”
Giggling, she turned about face and darted toward the colossal cloud-marble steps amid hollers of “That is not just! Get thou in footpace with mineself!
A few minutes later, after much beating with pillows on certain little sisters.
“Good heavens! What hast thou done to Mallorey? She be covered in goose feathers!” Exclaimed their mother in a tone of extreme disapproval. King Evinar and Queen Elimae were known throughout all the kingdoms for their kindliness. But as they regarded their bedraggled children, they did not appear especially kind or compassionate. “Eilos! Mallorey! Both of ye knew thou wert to scrub thy grubbiness off of thyselves before taking to sup! Am I to excuse thy disregard for my orders? Their father boomed sternly out, “If thou wert a warrior under my command, thou wouldst been whipped before dawn!” Eilos nudged Mallorey and whispered, “I am glad I am only a prince!” Mallorey stifled a laugh instantly.
Mother gave them a withering glance. " And where might be your youngest sister?"
"I am here, Mother!" Elie laughed out her response at her reproving mother.
A frantic messenger scrambled into the grand and airy dining room.
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