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Post by Friday on Feb 14, 2006 22:10:36 GMT -5
Well obviuosly this is my story. I know what I'm going to do, I just don't know how to start it so it may take awhile. lol. Comments are welcome.
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Post by Friday on Feb 14, 2006 22:56:28 GMT -5
"No Jolin, don't leave me with him!" A young girl of about 6 screamed to an older boy of 12. It was obvious they were brother and sister. Tears made a track through her dirt streaked face. "You don't know what he'll do to me." She ran towards him, pounding on his chest. She sunk down to the ground, falling on her knees. Sobs racking her body. "Hey, I won't be gone forever." Jolin told her, gathering her in his arms. He didn't want to leave her knowing very well how their so called father would treat her. He had been on the receiving end of their fathers 'pleasures' many times. "One of has to get away from him." He said, cradeling the child in his arms wanting to give her comfort. "I promise I'll come back for you. I promise......." The image of Jolin disappered fading into darkness. A face loomed in the darkness. Lust shined in the eyes and evil laughs filled the air. "You are mine..."
Lena sat up in bed gasping for breath and drenched in sweet. The blankets were tangled around her legs, making her feel enclosed. She shivered, and not from the cold temperature. The memories of her father's 'pleasures' all to fresh in her mind.
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Post by Friday on Feb 15, 2006 22:10:30 GMT -5
Lena kicked her blankets off and flung them to the floor. She slid off the bed stepping into her slippers, and grabbing her robe off the bed post, both were a matching dark purple, almost black. Lena walked to the window seat, pulling one knee up and letting the other dangle off the edge. Moonlight flooded through the only window in the room, giving everything a silvery glow. The room itself was sparsely furnished with only a bed, a wardrobe, and a desk with a chair. All of the furniture was of a dark oak wood, that contrasted with the lighter oak wood floor. The bed clothes and cushions on the chair and window seat were all light blue. Lena herself was beautiful. Her hair, which was down now but was usually up in a ponytail, was a light purple. It was long, flowing down to her waist. Her eyes were a silvery gray, with a hint of purple. Lena was shorter than most only reaching 5' 1". Her waist was tiny, only adding to her curves. The way she moved showed the grace of a dancer. Lena was a heartbreaker.
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Post by Friday on Feb 16, 2006 0:32:30 GMT -5
Lena looked up at the full moon, that was reflected in her eyes. It had been 12 years ago that Jolin had left her to the mercy's of their father. She shivered, thinking of those lust filled eyes. She had endured 6 years of that monster by herself without anyone to protect her. Jolin had never come back. When Lena was 12 she had run off, like she had done several times, after one of the more brutal rapes. Not only had her father abused her physically, he had compleatly destroyed Lena's self-esteem and confidence. Her father, Maddok, had let no one near her, let no one care for her. The only person who had ever shown her love was Jolin. Maddok and torn her ego to pieces. She trusted no man, knowing that they would only bring pain and suffereing. She had run off desperate for escape, to get a way from her life, from the pain, the suffering. The dagger looked to be her only escape. She had always been caught before, and abused more. She had sat in the snow, dagger in hand, on the road leading out of her town. Gripping the dagger in her left hand she had slashed down her arm from wrist to elbow, following the major viens. Blood poured out of her body, as she fell into the darkness. Lena had woken up in a tent, her right arm bound up with bandages. At first she thought her father had took away her salvation and was back to hurt her again. She learned later she had been saved by a traveling band of gypsies. The light from the moon picked out the scar, still there from her attemp at death.
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Post by Friday on Feb 18, 2006 2:43:54 GMT -5
Lena watched the moon lower in the sky, dawn was soon approaching. Brett, her savior, would be there soon with the list of things needed to be accomplished that day. Brett was the unofficial leader of their band of gypsies known as The King's Troupe. Gypsies were actors, dancers, and singers, all for the purpose of entertainment. The King's Troupe was the best of the best, performing everywhere around the kingdom of Hyron. They also held the responsibility of performing at high court, for the King, every year during mid-winter and mid-summer festivals. They had just arrived at the capital of Lanar, to prepare for the mid-winter festival. It was of the utmost importance that The Troupe performed their best. The mid-winter festival and the turning of the new year, is when the crown decided which gypsy band it would sponser. It was the highest honor that any band could get. The troupe Lena had been a part of for six years would be trying to keep their position as The King's Troupe. This was the first year that they had held the sponsorship, and they intended to keep it. Lena was staying at Brett's home with a few of the other younger members that couldn't afford a house, or didn't want one. Lena had always been Brett's favorite and always got the best room. This room had been Lena's home, when they were performing in Lanar, for the six years she had been with the troupe. Lena sighed, it would be a long day. Today was the day that everyone was getting their assingments for the big show. The entire troupe would begin the work of putting the show together. They had a full two months before the mid-winter festival, but for it to be perfedt they would need the extra time. Costumes would begin the creation today, sewing, altering, fitting, and finding the right one would hopefully be done in a week. The actors and dancers themselves would do that, plus begin the learning process of the show. Lena would be busy. She was a dancer, one of the best in the troupe even though she was the youngest. The beginning of the process to create a show was always the most difficult part. Changes were made, crisis' created. Lena sighed again, it was the start of a long two months.
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Post by Friday on Feb 18, 2006 13:15:14 GMT -5
A slight knock on the door told Lena of Brett's arrival. "Come in." She said. "Lena, darling, you are up early today." Brett exclaimed sitting on the window seat next to Lena. "I couldn't sleep." Lena replied "Well I'm going to need you and Larson to tell everybody we meet at the King's stage today at noon. Tristain, the coreographer for this show, will be there to give us the scripts." Brett said putting a hand on the younger girl's shoulder. Lena nodded and stood up,"Do you want me to wake up Larson?" she asked. "No, Lena, I will wake him up." Brett stood up and walked out the door. Lena walked over to the dresser and rumaged through it looking for clothes. She pulled out a light purple shirt that was sleeveless and tight fitting, it was one of her favorites. She threw the shirt and some dark purple loose, flowing pants on to the bed. She slipped off the robe and her night gown and pulled the other clothes on. She left her robe and nightgown on the floor, she would pick them up later. Lena got down on her knees and reached under the bed, grabbing a pair of soft boots that were a light purple. Shs slipped them on her feet and walked out into the hall. She was quiet, so she wouldn't wake anyone else up, Brett always woke Lena up first so she could first dibs at breakfast. She treaded down the hall softly hoping that Larson would be ready.
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Post by Friday on Feb 18, 2006 17:33:11 GMT -5
No one was in the kitchen when Lena made it downstairs. Lena poured herself a cup of water and sat down to wait for Larson. Lena leaned her head ack letting her fall out behind her, cascading down like a waterfall. In one fluid motion, she pulled it up into a ponytail tying it up with a ribbon. Wispys of hair hung loose and framed her face, as was her normal style. Lena reached across the table grabbing an apple from the bowl sitting over there. She took a bite out of the green apple, savoring the juices in that filled her mouth. At the sound of feet coming in Lena turned to see who it was. It was Larson. He was wearing lighter blue shirt with a v-neck. It was loose and seemed to flow with his movements. The sleeves cuffed at the wrist and ruffeling out from there. The pants were dark blue and loose. "Morning, Lena."Larson said as he bent down to hug her. "Morning," Lena replied as she returned the hug. Larson was Lena's dancing partner and an older brother figure. Larson was 19, only a year older than Lena, and had always looked out for her since the day she had joined the troupe. In fact Larson was the one that had found Lena, that fateful day. "Here you go," he said handing her a necklacce with a rose encircled by a crown, it was the troupe's sign," You left this in your room." Larson was just as graceful as Lena was, it came from being a dancer. He was tall standing at about 5' 10". His eyes were a dark brown, almost to be considered black, that gave you the feeling of losing yourself in their depths. His hair was a dark brown color, that was always cut short and unruly. He sat down in a chair next to her and grabbed an apple, too. Lena took the necklace and wrapped it around her neck. It was on a dark purple ribbon that matched the one in her hair. It was high on her throat allowing the symbol to be clearly visable. Larson had a matching symbol, except his dangled on a chain resting on his chest. Every troupe had a symbol and Every member of everytroupe had one. It was an identifying mark of the troupe.
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Post by Friday on Feb 18, 2006 21:19:36 GMT -5
Brett bustled into the kitchen, already busy this early in the morning. Seeing Larson and Lena talking easily made her happy. Larson was the only male that Lena would actually talk to and trust. Maddok had destroyed Lena's trust for just about every man. "I'm happy to see both of you up." She said. "Allready busy are you Brett?"LArson asked her, very well knowing the answer. "And it only gets worse." Brett and Lena recited at the same time. Larson asked the question every morning, and every morning they got the same answer. "You two know me too well." She scolded, swatting playfully at Larson's head. "But are you sure you guys don't mind playing messenger today, because I could send someone else, but both of you know wher everybody lives so this is easy-" "We don't mind at all," Larson interupted. Brett was always overly concerened about them. "Well, if you're sure-" "We'll be fine,"stated Lena firmly standing up and grabbing her jacket. " Come on Larson, let's go." Lena walked to the door. Larson stood up and followed Lena," Good-bye mother." He said sarcasticlly to Brett, as he and Lena walked out into the streets.
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Post by Friday on Feb 19, 2006 1:18:52 GMT -5
The sun was just starting to rise as Larson and Lens made their way down the main street. Everywhere to city was starting to waken. Merchants were setting up their wares and servants were starting to dart out of houses, wanting to run their errands and be done. Birds chirpped from the eaves of buildings and tops of trees. The buildings were colored evry single color imaginable, there was no plain spots. The city of Lanar was beautiful. Lena turned to Larson and said excitedly," Do you think we can get mid-winter gifts while we're out this morning? The Gods know we won't get another day off after today." "I was thinking the same thing." Larson replied still walking. "Well good." Lena said smiling. "We could get this done faster if we split up."Larson said thoughtfully. Lena nodded, she knew the faster they got done the more free time they would have. "Ok then. I'll take West road and go that way, you can take East road and get everyone over there." Larson stated pointing at the roads as he spoke." We'll meet back at park stage in a hour. Then we can hang around there for a hour or so then we'll hit the shops." "Sounds like a plan to me. See you in a hour." Lena said turning down east road. Larson watched Lena til she was out of sight then turned and headed down West road. Larson had the feeling the day was going to be a good one. The way it was starting out, Lena and him would have a good three hours to themselves. He started whistling a nameless tune as he walked along glad to be outside. Once he had told the members of the troupe that were in his side of the city he headed toward the park stage. ~ Lena hurried down the streets anxious to be done with her chore. Hopefully they would get all their gifts bought today, if they did Lena would not have to worry about them the day before mid-winter. Lena was thinking about the different presents she would get people, she hardly noticed her surroundings. She methodically stopped at the other members houses and told them of the meeting time. Once she had told everyone she turned her steps to the park, and a frre morning. Lena was so busy thinking she did not see the person she ran into before she had run into them. Lena stumbled falling to the ground. "Are you ok?" the person asked, Lena could see that she had run into a handsome man who looked to be about 20 or 21. Lena felt her insides go cold, and stared at the man in shock and fear. She would not trust a man as far as she could reach. They only brought pain. "Here let me help." The stranger said reaching a hand toward her. That hand broke through her paralysis. Lena jumped up and ran away, not looking back.
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Post by Friday on Feb 20, 2006 0:03:25 GMT -5
Lena ran until she had reached the park stage, fear haunting her thoughts. She sat down heavily on a bench knees shaking, breath coming in gasps. She hoped that man hadn't followed her. A tear slid down her cheek, she wished she could forget about Maddok and all of his 'pleasures'. His image haunted her everytime a man tried to touch her. Better to not touch at all, then reach out and be hurt. ~ "Are you ok?" he asked, reaching a hand down to help the girl up," Here let me help you." The girl jumped up and ran. Tyren cursed softly under his breath, what had he said wrong. That girl had been beautiful, and Tyren had seen some pretty girls. Tyren was the prince, he didn't have on anything to show he was the prince now though. He had snuk out to get away from the court, it would mean trouble if someone recognized him. He looked down and sighed, he didn't seem to have any luck with girls of his choice. He suddenly noticed sunlight glinting off silver. He knelt down to see what it was. Picking it up he noticed it was a troupe symbol. The girl must of dropped it when she had fallen. He didn't recognize it, even though he should of, it being the symbol of the current King's troupe. He smiled as he stuffed it in his pocket, maybe today wasn't going to be so bad after all. There was only one thing he could do, and that was to return it to the girl. He followed the street the girl had run down and started walking towards park stage. He had a good chance of finding her there since all dancers went to the park stage. Hopefully she would stay long enough for Tyren to at least find out her name.
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Post by Friday on Feb 20, 2006 23:29:54 GMT -5
Lena was still sitting on the bench, fear still numbing her senses, when Larson came up. Larson imeadiatly knew what had happened upon seeing her pale face. This had happened before. Larson sat down beside her and held Lena against his chest. He didn't say anything, but then, what could he say. "Why, Larson, Why? Why does this always happen to me? I don't want to be afraid, but everytime any man trys to touch, I see him." Lena said, head resting against Larson's chest. A single tear slid down her cheek. It had been six years since Lena had escaped Maddok's clutches, but the memories still haunted her. "Now, now," Larson soothed, hand rubbing her hair, "That is not always true. At one point in time you wouldn't get closer than 5 feet away from me. Now look at us, we've even been mistaken as lovers." Larson laughed softly, trying to bring Lena out of herself pity. That had nearly destroyed her once. Lena laughed softly with him. Larson always seemed to be able to make her smile and feel better. "Um, excuse me, but would you be Miss Lena and Mister Larson?" A boy came up to them and asked. He was shy and looked to be about ten. Lena pulled away from Larson, and their eyes met, seeming to talk to each other without words. "Yes, we are." Larson answered, curiosity evidented in his voice. The boy jerked his thumb over his shoulder at a group of dancers, old and young, looking their way," They wanted to know if you and Miss Lena wanted to dance." Larson looked over to where they stood and slowly stood up. This was an outright challenge, it would be dishonorable to refuse. Larson turned to face Lena reaching a hand out to her, "Shall we." It was more of a statement than a question. Lena put her hand in his and answered, "We shall." She stood up. Larson and Lena turned as one to face the group. Larson nodded his head, if they wanted to challenge them, Lena and Larson would dance.
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Post by Friday on Feb 25, 2006 1:26:48 GMT -5
A man and a women stood at the center of the group, both were very tall. The women was wearing a short, tight dress that reaveled just as much as it covered. The man was in tight clothes too, though they were much more modest. Both of the dancers clothes were a dark black, that complemented each other. They were obviously dancing partners. Most dancing partners always wore clothes that matched one another. From the looks of it, they were the ones that had sent the challenge. The boy who had brought the challenge confirmed that when he ran ahead of Lena and Larson and spoke with the tall man. The tall man nodded and smiled, then dismissed the boy. Lena and Larson could not hear what was said, they were still out of hearing range. Lena and Larson walked up to the couple heads held high. Larson bowed slightly as Lena curtsied, it was proper gretting since the pair was older. The two inclined their heads in reply. "I am Nathanial," The tall man said, "and this is my wife and dancing partner, Rositas." "I'm Larson." Larson said curtly. "And I'm Lena, his dancing partner." Lena said, her words flowing smoothly after Larson's. Unlike most partners where the male did all of the talking, Lena always spoke for herself. It made no sense to her for the females to stay quiet. She wasn't any less important than Larson was. They were equals, both needed to accomplish the dance. Without one there couldn't be the other. Nathanial raised an eyebrow upon hearing Lena speak but did not voice his opinoins. " I hope you don't mind us asking, but we would appreciate seeing you dance. We've heard much about your talents." He explained, eyelids dropping lazily. "We would be much obliged to dance for you. I do not think I have heard your name before." Larson answered. "Many people haven't, we travel with a small troupe. Not near as reknowed as the King's Troupe." "Well, in that case I would enjoy watching you perform." Larson replied. Everything said was more of a script than anything else. It varied from dancer to dancer, but it had all the same meaning. It was all used for the introduction of challenges. "I propose a callenge." Nathanial interjected."20 gold coins as to who dances the best." "Done." A crowd had gathered while the two pairs had exchanged pleasantries. Applause eruptted around them as the the chalenge was made formal. Dancers challenging each other were good entertainment for the common folk. It was a treat for them. To see dancers perform on a normal baisis you had to by tickets, that were usually expensive, so not many people saw perfessionals dance. This was free and usually better than a coreagraphed show. You got the dancing without the story. Nathanial raisd his hands playing to the crowd, motioning for them to quiet down. "We will dance first." He said as he grabbed Rositas hand and led her up the stage steps. The crowd hushed as the Nathanial and Rositas took there positions. Music sprang up quietly in the background and they started to dance.
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Post by Friday on Mar 12, 2006 19:32:54 GMT -5
Nathanial and Rositas were quite good. Though older than a lot of partners, their dance was just as impassioned, if not more so than most. It was very obvious that they had been dancing together for a long time. Each movement they made was more dilberate than most partners performed. They moved together, but their actual movements contrasted with the others. They were dressed predominately in elaborate black dance attire and were sweeping across the floor spinning in elegant dance patterns. They performed a series of steps that included small leaps and swirls across the dance floor. Striking poses that coincided with the dramatic highlights in the music. THe crowd was claping in time with the music, feeding the energy in the air. Lena and Larson stood on the right side of the stage watching Rositas and Nathanial dance. THey were talking together in a whisper, comenting on the style and movements of the other dancers. Lena pointed at a spin, and Larson nodded an intense look on his face. They would have to perform their best to win the challenge. Both of them scrutinized every detail. If they met again on Professional terms it would be good to know what they could and couldn't do. The dance was drawing to an end and Lena and Larson were waiting.
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Post by Friday on Apr 25, 2006 19:20:38 GMT -5
The dance ended with a flourish with Rositas clasped in Nathanial arms. Clapping erupted from the gathered crowd and a few whistles were heard. They had performed well, some people had even thrown small tokens on the stage to show what they thought. No vegetables were seen. Vegetables were commonly thrown at dancers who had not performed well. Nathanial and Rositas took there bows and walked off the left side of the stage opposite of Lena and Larson. As two people cleared the stage of the small tokens, Lena and Larson were ready to take the stage. Lena felt butterflies in her stomach and the palms of her hands were sweaty. She wiped her hands on her pants and swallowed. They would have to perform their show to their utmost abilities even match the others performance. "Are you ready?" Larson asked as he squeezed her hand. "I'll be ok once we start." Lena admitted. She was always nervous until she started dancing. Then everything just seemed to disappear, except the two of them and the music. She sighed, even as she thought about it she started to relax. "Ok you young'ins, it's your time to shine. Personally, I hope you beat the two o' them. They been walkin' 'round with them big heads of their's for too long. Someone needs to put them in their place," the toothless old man who kept the park stage running told them. He smiled his toothless grin and winked, lowering himself onto a bench," Go get 'em." Lena smiled her dazzeling smile at him and her and Larson walked stately out onto the stage. Lena took her spot in the middle one arm resting across her stomach and the other on her opposite shoulder. ~ Tyren walked into the park stage area and cursed when he saw the hoards of people. It could take hours to find one girl in purple. He started looking through the crowds and could not find her any where. He was so busy looking for her he did not notice that the people had stopped moving and all was silent except a high, thin cry of a child. Even that stopped as the child realized that it was the only thing making noise. Tyren looked up at the stage to see what had caused the people to go silent. Then his eyes caught sight of the girl in purple standing alone center stage. He didn't even notice her partner standing on the side. Knowing that this was probably a challange to have attraacted so many people, he fell silent and watch as well. Music started up and the entire crowd, Tyren included seemd to be pulled into the music. The music was mainly composed of wind intruments. A flute's high tones wound around the other pitches, standing out among the rest. Lena moved her arms fluidly and the crowd seemed to realease tge collective breath it had been holding. Tyren watched entrapped by the beautiful, young women.
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Post by Friday on May 20, 2006 13:10:26 GMT -5
Tyren could not pull his eyes away from her. He was almost afraid to blink, lest he miss one graceful movement. He knew beyond a doubt that he had to meet this girl. She held the alluring of the unattainable. His eyes never left her lithe form as she danced across the stage, spining and motioning to the music. The girl leaped and Tyren gasped as it looked like she was going to fall. From other gasps scattered throughout the gathered crowd he wasn't the only one to think that. The crowd seemed to surge foreward as if they could catch the falling dancer. Strong arms caught her in the air and twirled her around. Guilty murmers permeated the watching audience, no one had been really watching the girl's male partner. Tyren continued to watch the dance, his attention only for the girl. ~ As Lena danced the crowd seemed to become obsolete to her senses. She was only aware of herself, Larson, and the music that coursed through her blood.
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