This is chapter 2 of my fantasy (as in castles in a land far away) book. If you haven't read chapter one, I recommend doing so before proceeding. :-) This is a chapter to a book I'm working on. This is a fantasy story that I am actually hoping to make into a trilogy. You are not obligated to read, and if this isn't your kind of thing, I understand.
I just thought I would put it out there in case anyone was interested. If you do continue reading, I would love to know if, after reading chapter what I have so far, you would like to continue reading.
I may publish the story one day, but until then, I thought I would share it with anyone who might be interested, :-)
CHAPTER TWO
THE LADY IN THE WATER
Twelve years having passed since the last meeting of the council, a young boy
clad in green and brown sat in a tree that stretched over the passage through
the edge of the woods of Aelbridge, province of Thane Haraldr. The boy watched
as a large army of horsemen went by, fervently wishing he could be among them.
This obviously was Thane Haraldr’s
army, returning home after some battle. Perhaps they had been having brave adventures.
Perhaps some of their comrades had fallen on the field.
Perhaps one day he could join them
and lead his own army of heroic knights.
But no, it was impossible to become
a knight unless you were of noble blood. And as far as this boy knew, he had no
noble blood running through his veins. He was simply Corin, a foundling taken
in by an old hermit named Oswald when Corin was just a baby. No one would ever
take him seriously.
Indeed, whenever Corin would venture
into the local village, people would look at him askance, call him vagabond and
ragamuffin and shoo him away. And besides all these unjust insults, for he
never did anything except look at the shops and never begged, he was scolded by
Oswald for going into the village at all.
Corin did not understand why Oswald
objected so to his going into the village. He never stole, or desired to steal
anything, for he was very well fed at home and he scarcely ever spoke to
anybody. Corin only liked to see the bustle of daily life. He was very fond of
his home in the forest, as a rule, but sometimes a boy of twelve needs better
company than a solitary old man, however kind that solitary old man may be.
Just as interesting to Corin as the
village shops were the days when Thane Haraldr’s army came passing through. And
on this particular day, there was another interesting occurrence, for some time
after the last lingering footsteps of the army had vanished and darkness was
beginning to descend on the land, Corin caught a glimpse of a very beautiful
lady dressed in elegant clothes walking through the forest. He did not know who
this lady was, for he had never seen her before, and certainly it was strange
for a noble lady to wander into the forest unaccompanied, and so close to
twilight.
Something about the lady’s demeanor
struck Corin as unusual, and he followed her, unseen, as she went deeper in the
forest. Corin readied his bow, in case any night creatures should attack either
him or the lady. No creature appeared, however, and they finally came to the
edge of the forest, where the forest meets the sea.
The waves crashed on the large and
jagged rocks in the distance and with a look of resolution on her face, the
lady stepped into the sea. Corin stood by, entranced as the air filled with
unearthly music, strange but beautiful, and words in a language Corin did not
understand.
The music seemed to be emitted from
the lady who was now waist deep in the water. Corin blinked and stared a little
harder, for he could not quite believe what he saw. What he saw was a splendid
array of sea creatures surrounding the lady and she seemed to be speaking to
them in low, soothing voices. Corin started and felt a blade across his throat.
“Don’t move,” a nearby voice said slowly. “Or your blood shall be on your own
head.” Corin slowly turned to face his captor, which appeared to be a boy about
his own age. Corin’s bow lay a few feet away from him. He had dropped it in his
fascination with the lady in the water.
“Who are you?” Corin asked the boy.
“You’re not really in a position to ask questions,” the boy replied. “Now tell
me who you are and what you’re doing here and I’ll decide whether or not to
kill you.” Well, there was nothing for it but to tell the truth. Not that Corin
had anything to hide.
“My name is Corin,” he answered. “I live with Oswald, the old hermit in the
woods. I saw a lady travelling alone in the woods and I didn’t wish any harm to
come to her, so I followed in case she should need my protection.”
“Protection?” The other boy repeated scornfully. “From an untrained boy like
yourself? What protection could you possibly afford?”
“I’m no worse than you,” Corin retorted defensively. “You can’t possibly be any
older than me. And just because I’m no squire doesn’t mean I can’t hold my own.
I’d be a fair match for you at least.”
“Indeed,” the boy said. “Who is at whose sword point, might you tell me?”
“You snuck up on me and caught me at an unfair advantage,” Corin said. “Face
on, I could have prevented you.”
“What if I had been a manticore or an ogre?” the boy asked him. “Do you suppose
they would have said, ‘excuse me, I’m going to attack you, so you’d better get
on your guard’? No, you would already be dead. For someone who lives in the
woods, you ought to know you can’t drop your guard, even for a moment.”
“Well now that I’ve answered your questions, might you tell me who you are?”
Corin asked. “And who the lady is?”
“My name is Arin,” the boy said, replacing his sword in his sheath. “I’m a
squire in Thane Haraldr’s army. And that is my—she is Thane Haraldr’s wife, the
Lady Evelyn.” He tossed Corin’s bow back to him. “You might need that. Though
much good it will do when it’s this dark.”
For most men, perhaps,” Corin replied. “But I can see better and farther than
most men. Even in the dark.”
“I’ll believe that when I see it,” Arin said skeptically.
“What is she doing?” Corin asked in a whisper. “I’ve never
seen anything like it.”
“I don’t know,” Arin whispered back. “I’ve never seen it before either. And
I’ve never seen her coming out at night before.” They both looked back toward
the water which was now being lit up by something under the surface and the
water began to bubble. Corin suppressed a shout as another lady materialized
and rose up out of the water.
This lady was as beautiful as the
other, but she had dangerous, other worldly beauty about her. Her hair was dark
and her skin was pale and she wore a necklace of exotic seashells and what
appeared to be a tiara made of coral and jewels.
“Nerina!” Lady Evelyn exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”
“I warned you never to come back,” Nerina replied in a low voice. “I told you
what would happen if you ever came back.”
“Nerina, please,” Lady Evelyn said, a note of desperation in her voice. “I’ve
been away so long—I missed the sea. I did not come to fight you. Only to feel
the water.”
“You would have done better to come prepared to fight me,” Nerina said. “For I
will not give up my throne so easily. As it is, foolish, trusting girl that you
are—you come alone. Unprotected.”
“What will you do to me?” Lady Evelyn asked. “And what have I ever done to you
to receive such a reception?”
“I shall kill you,” Nerina answered softly. “For the offense of having been
born. Forever to be a pain in my side, as long as you live.”
“I made a life here like you demanded!” Lady Evelyn protested. “I married a
man. I haven’t set foot in the sea since you last saw me.”
“I know you haven’t,” Nerina replied. “I would have known if you had. I would
have found you. As I found you tonight. You would already be dead.”
“Just let me go back to my life here,” Lady Evelyn pleaded. “I promise I will
never bother you. I did not come for war!”
“Well that’s your problem, then,” Nerina said. “Your problem and your
foolishness. All of Caradonia is at war. Civil war. And I’ve been regretting my
moment of mercy all those years ago. Letting you roam free about the land. I
ought to have known you’d never keep your word. As it happens, it’s fortunate
for me that you didn’t. Otherwise I might have lived out my entire reign never
achieving my full potential.” Nerina held up a long golden staff with a round,
pale blue stone on the end. She touched the end of the stone to the water and
the water began to bubble again.
“No,” Lady Evelyn groaned as she back away back toward the shore.
“Nerina—please—” She stopped, for something long and ropelike had grabbed each
of her wrists and now held her fast.
“I am a little sorry,” Nerina said, as she pointed the scepter at Lady Evelyn’s
chest. “After all, you are my sister.”
“Arin!” Corin cried out, for Arin had left his hiding place and was now running
full speed at Nerina and Lady Evelyn, sword unsheathed. There was a blue flash
of light and Arin screamed. Nerina looked up and saw Arin, raised her hand and
disappeared in a curtain of water.
Suddenly, the water was full of the
ropelike things that had held Lady Evelyn in place. Arin began slicing in all
directions, fighting his way to the lifeless form of Lady Evelyn.
“Corin, help!” Arin cried. He was now being bound with the ropes. Corin could
no longer stand by. He ran toward the water, drew his dagger and sliced away at
the ropes that bound Arin. A great, many-eyed head came above the surface
several yards away, revealing itself as the center of the ropelike things,
which were, in fact, this creature’s tentacles. “It’s a giant sea spider!” Arin
cried. “Well, now’s your chance to prove your skill at shooting in the dark.”
Corin took an arrow from his quiver and readied his bow. He took a breath and
shot. The sea spider howled in pain when the arrow hit its eye.
It seemed the injury to its eye
caused the creature more pain than the loss of its tentacles, which Arin was
tirelessly striking away at, and which seemed to grow back as fast as Arin
could cut them. One of the tentacles of the injured and angry sea spider
grabbed Corin by the foot and hoisted him into the air. Being turned
upside-down caused Corin’s arrows to fall out of the quiver, though Corin
managed to catch three of them before the rest plunged into the waves.
“We’ve got to get close to the body!” Corin shouted. “Cutting off the tentacles
won’t do anything!”
“I know!” Arin called back. “But the tentacles keep getting in my way!” Corin
was starting to get dizzy from being dangled upside down, but he attempted to
arm his bow again. He strategically aimed to shoot into the creature’s fanged
mouth. Right as he shot, he was dropped back into the water, and the arrow hit
another eye instead of going down the sea spider’s throat. Arin had cut him
down.
“You messed up my shot!” Corin said.
“I guess I’ll have to be more considerate next time I’m saving your life,” Arin
retorted.
“I had it under control.”
“I could see that from the way you were dangling,” Arin said. “Come on, we’re
almost there. How many arrows have you got?”
“Only two left,” Corin said. “The rest fell out.”
“I think I can make it,” Arin said. “Shoot it, and its tentacles will stop for
a few moments. I will run for it, then when I get to its head, shoot it again.
Then I will stab it.” Corin fired his bow at the sea spider’s eyes and Arin ran
the rest of the way to the head. Corin followed and shot his last arrow and
Arin plunged his sword into the sea spider’s head and Corin caught up and took
out his dagger and stabbed the creature a second time. At last the tentacles
stopped moving and all was quiet except for the waves lapping on the shore.
“Who was that woman?” Corin asked Arin as they went back through the woods,
bearing the body of Lady Evelyn. “What was she?”
“I don’t know,” Arin replied with a set jaw. “But she had better hope I never
get my hands on her. Because I’ll kill her.”
“You can’t kill a lady,” Corin protested.
“You watched her kill a lady,” Arin said. “Who’s to say I can’t kill her?”
“But you saw what she did,” Corin said. “She used some kind of magic to kill
Lady Evelyn.”
“Well then she’s a witch,” Arin said. “She’s an evil witch and she should be
burned.”
“But she came out of the water.”
“She cast a spell on herself to make her breathe underwater,” Arin said. They
sat the body down and leaned up against a tree. Arin took out a dagger and
began viciously stabbing at the ground.
“Were you fond of her?” Corin asked in a low voice. “Of the Lady Evelyn, I
mean.” Arin buried his face in his hand and began sobbing. “Come now, Arin. You
did all you could. You fought bravely.” Corin began to get uncomfortable.
Surely it wasn’t normal for boys to cry like that, not over their master’s
wife. Corin heard voices and saw torch lights approaching. Surely it was some
of Thane Haraldr’s men, sent to find out what had become of their lady. Corin
wasn’t entirely sure Arin was supposed to be out of the castle. “Arin,” he
whispered. “I think we’d better get moving. Someone’s coming.” Arin remained
motionless, except for the low sobs. “I think it’s your master’s men. I don’t
want you to get in trouble.” Still no reply. Corin stood up.
“Halt!” A voice cried out. “Don’t move!” Corin froze. “Who are you?”
“I’m—” Corin began, but he was cut off.
“It’s the Lady Evelyn!” Another voice cried. “She’s dead.” Arin looked up.
“Yes, she’s dead!” Arin cried. He struck the armor of the nearest soldier who
grabbed his hand. “She’s dead! She’s dead! Murdered by an evil witch!”
Meanwhile, two other guards grabbed hold of Corin.
“Alright, you two,” the soldier said. “You’re under arrest.”
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