Post by Rex on May 20, 2009 20:56:18 GMT 1
Chapter I. The Music Box.
Plop. I brushed the bird excretement out my hair, my older sister, Rose, giggled. I was only eleven, and she was fifteen.
"Eww... Yuck! I hear that's lucky though... Like findin' a four-leaf-clover... I think I'd prefer the cover though."
She turned and sighed towards Castle Fairfax.
"It looks so nice in the snow... I bet Lord Lucien's lonely... Ever since his wife and little girl died... If only-"
A cheer emanated from round the nearby corner.
"What is 'appening over there? Come on little brother!"
We walked round toward the source of the commotion, when the notorious criminal Arfur emerged from the shadows.
"Hello there young Rose! Have you reconsidered my offa'?!"
I got angry with this.
"Go away you creep!" I shouted, kicking up a nearby chicken into his face, he let out a cry, and ran away.
" 'Elp! 'Elp! Get this Chick'n off me!!!"
Rose laughed loudly.
"Good one Little Sparrow."
We walked the rest of the way to the town center.
"I hate 'im..." She muttered to herself.
We turned the corner to see a crowd round a trading stall.
"Just a trader Rosie..." I said dissapointed.
"Gather wound! For the sale of the centuwy!" I heard the trader shout.
"I am Mystical Murgo, and I have accumulated mystewious and wondewous objects! Which I now offer to you for the modest pwice of.... five gold!"
Me and Rose remained there, it was quite interesting.
"Now! A-ladies and A-gentlemen! You will be amazed by this fabulous-"
Murgo turned around, and heaved a big chest near to the steps.
"-Chest. It is said that only wun with the bwood of an 'ero can open it... Twuly amazing..."
"I'll 'ave that!" A young woman yelled, she hastily sped forward, placed the gold in Murgos hands, and lugged the chest off to a nearby house.
"Next we have a fabu-"
"Get on with it Murgo!" Someone yelled from within the crowd.
Murgo pretented to ignore the man, but finished what he was saying quickly.
"- This is a magical miwwor! For as long as you look into it, you will be, beautiful!"
A man stepped forward, and pulled out a small pouch of gold, and handed it to the trader. As the man began to walk away, Murgo said to him.
"It only works if you look into it in compwete darkness like."
"Now. This is surely the most magnificent fing I have on sale. A magical box, cweated by the Old Kingdom wulers, themselves. Take it somewhere quiet, turn the handle thwee times, and make one wish."
I tugged at Roses sleeve.
"No Sparrow. We don't have enough food, and I'm not going to spend five gold on some stupid box that won't even work."
A woman that had been there the whole time, turned around, below her hood, I could see white eyes, and grayish skin. I gasped and hid behind Rose.
"Most people your age believe eagerly in magic. We must be in grim times indeed, if the young think magic is a myth."
Rose looked up at her.
"Look Miss... I can see your eyes are bad, but I'm tellin' you, that music box is a load of rubbish."
The woman spoke up once more.
"Ah, that's what Murgo thinks. He has no idea what he has in his possession, but you have an inkling. Don't you? Some part of you wants to believe it is really magic."
"You... Really think it could be magic?" Rose said quietly, she suddenly shook her head.
"No it can't be. Even if I could get five gold, I'd use it to feed Sparrow and meself, not to be some tootsy music box."
The woman began to walk off.
"And if you didn't use that five gold on the music box, then you and your Little Sparrow would be no closer to the inside of that lovely castle."
Rose looked down at me, and then looked up to where the woman had been standing. She was gone.
"Well that was wierd... But... What if it is real... I bet someone around here would give us some gold to do... I dunno... To do summin'. Come on Little Sparrow, let's go get some gold."
The crowd had dispersed during our conversation with the strange lady, and we began to think what we could do to get five gold.
Plop. I brushed the bird excretement out my hair, my older sister, Rose, giggled. I was only eleven, and she was fifteen.
"Eww... Yuck! I hear that's lucky though... Like findin' a four-leaf-clover... I think I'd prefer the cover though."
She turned and sighed towards Castle Fairfax.
"It looks so nice in the snow... I bet Lord Lucien's lonely... Ever since his wife and little girl died... If only-"
A cheer emanated from round the nearby corner.
"What is 'appening over there? Come on little brother!"
We walked round toward the source of the commotion, when the notorious criminal Arfur emerged from the shadows.
"Hello there young Rose! Have you reconsidered my offa'?!"
I got angry with this.
"Go away you creep!" I shouted, kicking up a nearby chicken into his face, he let out a cry, and ran away.
" 'Elp! 'Elp! Get this Chick'n off me!!!"
Rose laughed loudly.
"Good one Little Sparrow."
We walked the rest of the way to the town center.
"I hate 'im..." She muttered to herself.
We turned the corner to see a crowd round a trading stall.
"Just a trader Rosie..." I said dissapointed.
"Gather wound! For the sale of the centuwy!" I heard the trader shout.
"I am Mystical Murgo, and I have accumulated mystewious and wondewous objects! Which I now offer to you for the modest pwice of.... five gold!"
Me and Rose remained there, it was quite interesting.
"Now! A-ladies and A-gentlemen! You will be amazed by this fabulous-"
Murgo turned around, and heaved a big chest near to the steps.
"-Chest. It is said that only wun with the bwood of an 'ero can open it... Twuly amazing..."
"I'll 'ave that!" A young woman yelled, she hastily sped forward, placed the gold in Murgos hands, and lugged the chest off to a nearby house.
"Next we have a fabu-"
"Get on with it Murgo!" Someone yelled from within the crowd.
Murgo pretented to ignore the man, but finished what he was saying quickly.
"- This is a magical miwwor! For as long as you look into it, you will be, beautiful!"
A man stepped forward, and pulled out a small pouch of gold, and handed it to the trader. As the man began to walk away, Murgo said to him.
"It only works if you look into it in compwete darkness like."
"Now. This is surely the most magnificent fing I have on sale. A magical box, cweated by the Old Kingdom wulers, themselves. Take it somewhere quiet, turn the handle thwee times, and make one wish."
I tugged at Roses sleeve.
"No Sparrow. We don't have enough food, and I'm not going to spend five gold on some stupid box that won't even work."
A woman that had been there the whole time, turned around, below her hood, I could see white eyes, and grayish skin. I gasped and hid behind Rose.
"Most people your age believe eagerly in magic. We must be in grim times indeed, if the young think magic is a myth."
Rose looked up at her.
"Look Miss... I can see your eyes are bad, but I'm tellin' you, that music box is a load of rubbish."
The woman spoke up once more.
"Ah, that's what Murgo thinks. He has no idea what he has in his possession, but you have an inkling. Don't you? Some part of you wants to believe it is really magic."
"You... Really think it could be magic?" Rose said quietly, she suddenly shook her head.
"No it can't be. Even if I could get five gold, I'd use it to feed Sparrow and meself, not to be some tootsy music box."
The woman began to walk off.
"And if you didn't use that five gold on the music box, then you and your Little Sparrow would be no closer to the inside of that lovely castle."
Rose looked down at me, and then looked up to where the woman had been standing. She was gone.
"Well that was wierd... But... What if it is real... I bet someone around here would give us some gold to do... I dunno... To do summin'. Come on Little Sparrow, let's go get some gold."
The crowd had dispersed during our conversation with the strange lady, and we began to think what we could do to get five gold.