Hello everyone!
Considering that I had hoped to finish this story by August, which obviously didn't happen due to certain events, I've decided to share the First Chapter. I actually wrote this chapter maybe 5 years ago and haven't made many changes since. When I took a look at it, I decided I liked how it was and served its purpose as a first chapter very well. Oh yes, this is finally where the prince's name is revealed. I might change it but I like how it sounds as well since it's a soft name to contrast with Zel. Anyways, hope you enjoy!
J. D. Nyle
Legends: The Princes and the Cave
Ages after the fall of man, the
world was bountiful with all creatures of life. The lands were mostly divided
among the many kingdoms. One of the greater, and focus of this story, was the
Nellenion Kingdom, the Kingdom of Nyle. In the years prior the great age for
the Nellenion Kingdom, The king Laertor’s wife gave birth to twins. When the
first child came out, he was crying loudly and fighting. Because of this, they
named him Zel, which means “Warrior.” However, an interesting event happened
after that. For when the second child came out, he was quiet and peaceful. Then
with a simple yawn, his older brother by seconds calmed down. As a result of
this event, the king and queen named the second one Eloim, “Peace.”
The amazements did not stop either,
for those there noticed that these twins had slightly pointed ears. The king
summoned the prophet Simulaen and besought him of what this meant. For it was
the custom that those who had pointed ears, as legends say the first man and
woman had, became prophets. The twins, on the other hand, did not have fully
pointed ears but half way.
When the prophet arrived, he was
greeted joyfully by the king. “Dear friend,” began Laertor, “I am proud to say
that I am the father of two beautiful sons.” “Glad tidings and congratulations
I bring to you, old friend.” responded the pointed eared Simulaen. “And pride
you should have” he continued, “for they are indeed wonderful and shall ever be
if raise them right. Now what is it that you wish to inquire of me?”
“My friend, I simply ask for
revelation onto what the sign that has appeared might mean” stated the king.
“And what sign do you speak of?” came as answer. “The sign of half pointed ears
on them both” gave the king. The prophet closed his eyes and meditated for a
short while before giving his answer.
“The ears simply indicate the
blessings of the Spirit that will be with them. The part that they are half way
is to mean that the Spirit has not called them to my sort of duty but to their
own.”
When the prophet told the king that the Spirit
would bless them, he feared this prophecy until he realized that both were
blessed. For in the old times, history had shown that when a father was told
one of his children was blessed over the other, he would make a grave mistake
and cause discord among the family and eventually kingdoms.
“Many thanks, my friend” said the
pleased king Laertor, “Please stay tonight as we celebrate the birth of these
blessed ones.” “With honor” was the simple response of the prophet.
As the
twins grew older, the people of the kingdom adored them. They both very
different, for Zel was a fine warrior from early on, taking on even the greatest
of knights before the start of his thirteenth year. Eloim, on the other hand,
was considered as peaceful as his name. He was gentle and kind and also
thoughtful. The twins were so loved by everyone, the idea of only one taking
the throne was dividing, for no one could think whom they would prefer. At the
time, the prevailing idea was that of the king. He proclaimed that the two sons
should both become kings of equal status and that they should rule the kingdom
together. This eased the minds of the people and saw it fair.
One day, when the twins were of the
age of twelve, they with their father and a few nobles went hunting in the
Kylian Forest. Neither was bad with a bow, but they were not yet experts, even
with their smaller ones. As they went through the thick trees and shrubs, the
king and his men found a deer and gave Zel the chance to get it. With great
aim, the prince did not fail. As they went out to get it, the men praised the
lad.
“My son, you will definitely grow
up to be a fine warrior.” declared king Laertor.
“Thank you, father,” was the
cheerful response from Zel. The rest of the men and Eloim congratulated him. It
is said that while Zel was the greater fighter, Eloim was better with the bow.
And yet if there was anything else that Eloim was more profound in, it was
getting into trouble. No malice was ever in the prince’s heart. It was simply
his curiosity about the world around him. And it happened again during that
hunt.
A while after Zel got his deer, he
was out in the front with his father and Eloim in the back talking with the other
men when they found a trio of deer. However, one noticed the approaching men
and made a run for it with the others following. The hunters ran after it
hastily. Soon, Eloim tripped and fell. He called after his company to wait for
him but they could not hear him. These men could run fast when they are on the
hunt. The blood was coursing through their veins and paid no attention to
anything but their prey and the means to getting them.
Eloim had no hopes of catching up
with the nobles. And so the young lad began to walk in the direction they had
gone. Even though he was alone, it did not frighten him. The colors of the
forest were bright and various. He came across a few little creatures and
gleefully chased them around. After losing them, he dropped to the ground and
lay facing the sky.
“I love this forest,” thought the
boy. “It’s a perfectly fine day to walk around and enjoy the air.” So laid back
was the younger of the twins that it seemed little ever dampened his spirit. So
innocent of heart he was.
Soon enough, he turned to his side
and spotted a cave with glowing insects flying in. He was so close to it and
yet failed to see it when he arrived. It was all too unknown to him. He had
heard from a dear friend that there was a cave in this forest he was in. In
this cave, he had been told there grew a special flower of beauty which glowed
like the moon in the darkness. From the moment he recalled this did his mind
not wander from trying to find this flower, until it was too late.
When the curious prince did not
find the flower he was searching for by the entrance he ventured deeper into
the abyss. He could not venture far, however, because of lack of light.
Nevertheless he admired the insects that provided what little light he had.
Unfortunately, after tripping again, Eloim discovered the danger he was in. In
front of him was a gigantic spider creature. The size of it was more than twice
his own. And as a little boy he gave a scream and tried to make a run for it
out of the cave. The spider, though, was much faster and blocked his way. With
the light behind this monster, Eloim could see a stinger at the rear of the
spider’s body. With no second thought, the prince readied his bow only to find
that he had dropped most of his arrows.
The lack of
arrows struck fear in the mind of young Eloim. He was already terrified of the
monster that stood before him poised to strike and now knew he lacked resources
to fend it off. His hands did not give up though. They grabbed one of the few
he had and took aim. The spider then made its move. Its stinger came fast upon
the fallen lad only to just barely miss. The prince took his chance and fired
straight up into the body where it stuck. It was a fine shot but this monstrous
creature was tougher than an ordinary spider. It shrugged off the pain but it
was still all the more angry. Trying again, Eloim attempted to draw another
shaft from his quiver only to fumble it. The terrified boy, who could barely
see his opponent, could not compose himself and released another echoing scream.
It was a
long and painful moment. Eloim was frozen in place. He had heard that some
creatures, if their prey doesn’t move, won’t attack. However, this was not the
reason why he did not move. He couldn’t. Fear had taken a grasp hold over him
and all he could do was tremble. But suddenly, a glint of a blade came and
hacked at the hind legs of the threatening arachnid. The eight legged beast
screeched in pain, something the prince had no idea it could do. The creature,
which no doubt had a venomous sting turned its attention to its new assailant.
Eloim also took a look towards his savior and found it was his own brother!
It was long
after they began pursuit of the deer that Zel took notice that his twin was not
in sight. He immediately ran back along the path he had traversed. Some of the
nobles followed but for some reason they too got lost and Zel was all alone.
Yet he did not care. All that went through his mind was to find his brother. He
just made it to the cave when he heard the second scream. Without strategy he
rushed in the cave and took his knife out to slash the assailing monster before
him. Always preferred the blade to a bow, Zel did. He had more confidence in
his strength than his accuracy. To him a blade was more dependable for one
could always run out of arrows to use. The use of a blade to save his brother
was by then instinct.
As stated
before, the monster arachnid did not like this treatment. One of its legs was
almost cut off despite the single blow coming from a knife. By no means was it
a weak knife either. It was a strong and sturdy steel knife, made by the best
blacksmith in the Nellenion kingdom. The venomous creature was quick to turn toward
this newcomer. The thing gave another screech and attempted to sting Zel again
and again. However, Zel, being smaller than the creature was able to move
around and through its legs. He willfully gave another hack and finished off
the leg he had begun this encounter with. The arachnid had then become a seven
legged monster. Its fury did not cool down. It scrambled to attack again only
to just miss. Zel was indeed a fine fighter.
Finding
some courage in his bones, Eloim found the arrow he had dropped and fired it at
the enemy’s head. It could be certain that till that day, that spider had never
felt so much pain, yet it was amazing how much it could take. Zel did not skip
a beat to diverting the seven legged fiend back to him. He went and with two
strokes took out another hind leg. The monster fell on its stinger only to
quickly get up again. Zel could not believe it at first. For the back of the
monster appeared to be very heavy despite the darkness the limited such sight.
To add to it, the legs he felt should have been weak considering how easy he
cut them off with his knife.
Zel finally
took an instant to strategize. He made a run and when he reached Eloim, he
dropped his quiver at his feet and continued to move, all while keeping his
adversary’s attention. It would have been wise to by then try to escape, but
Zel was a warrior, one who rarely thought of retreating even if it would give
him the advantage. Sadly, this is where it all went wrong.
The warrior
prince was doing a fair job fighting and Eloim, a little more sensible was
beginning to make his way towards the exit while fixing an arrow on his bow.
The fearful lad readied his bow and fired another at the head and hit. The
creature fell back but disaster had just happened. The stinger fell and hit Zel
in the chest and he fell back, dropping his cold blade. Eloim, with all anxiety
and worries raced to his brother’s side only to see the monster getting back
up. The standing prince grabbed his brother’s steel knife and stabbed his
opponent. The monster then took its chance at stinging the prince but missed as
he pulled away in time. While he just escaped, he stumbled and fell back and
was in a horrible position. It was then that a great light shone and blinded
the monster.
The light
came from behind Eloim and so he could not make out what was happening. The
white light came like a javelin and six legged arachnid finally retreated back
into its abyss. When the monster went away, Eloim wasted no time returning to
his brother’s side.
“Zel!” cried the rescued brother.
“I’m so sorry for all of this.”
“Don’t
worry” responded the prince weakly. “You’re my dear brother. I’d gladly die for
you.”
“Let’s pray
that you won’t die from that, prince Zel.” called another voice. Eloim finally
turned to look at he that saved them both. A light was still shining from a
staff so that the cave brightened up. The man was Simulaen the prophet. He
placed his hand over the wound and muttered a few words as in prayer. From his
hand another light shone and Zel began to recover. He handed Eloim his staff
and then proceeded to carry the wounded prince out of the cave. There, they
found the rest of the company who had just arrived. The king would have
normally scolded the twins but concern took its place for the poisoned son.
“He has
begun to heal” started the prophet, “but I will need to take him to my place to
continue the treatment.” No debate met his statement. The group proceeded to
the home of the prophet where he finished his treatment of the lad. Laertor
questioned the other twin as what had occurred but the boy was still in shock of
it all and would not answer. Nor did he ever readily tell the tale of the
events of that cave for the rest of his life.