This is my story
Here is my story. Saddly, it's only the beginning. If you want to read more, just email me, and I will get back to you.
by Mary Catherine Dumas
“Thesslis,” Nemmen said, looking up to the sky, “we should go back soon. There is a storm coming.”
I looked up. The sky was dark, the clouds were fast turning black and there was a strong breeze starting.
I took my mahsule from the ground and sheathed it into my belt. “Yes, Nemmen,” I said, “We should go back. Everyone will wonder where we are.”
I walked over to my horse, swung up onto his back and pulled the reins into a good position. Nemmen did the same. I straightened my back into a dignified position and took off at a fast trot.
“Is something wrong, Thesslis?” Nemmen asked, with concern. “You have seemed distant lately. We do not talk as we used to.”
I looked over at him quickly. To me, he seemed distant himself. Nemmen and I had grown up together. We were so close that we were practically brother and sister. I never knew where or who Nemmen’s parents were, but I knew that they had deserted him when he was only a very small child. My father took him to live in the castle with us, and that is when I first met him.
What really made Nemmen and me so close was our natural need for adventure and our knack for getting into trouble. When I started weapons training at the age of six, Nemmen was my partner. Ever since, we have trained together. It took some time for us to convince my father to let us train together since Nemmen was three years older than me, but Father saw that we could learn a lot from each other, and we would never work as hard, otherwise.
Nemmen and I shared everything with each other. We had no secrets. We always felt free to talk about anything, so now it seemed to me that something was terribly wrong. To me, Nemmen seemed very distant.
“What are you talking about, Nemmen?” I asked, tired of his riddles.
“I mean; why do we not talk anymore? We barely speak during weapons practice, and never at any other time. It started when you became Queen.”
I looked at Nemmen with surprise. So that was what he was concerned about.
“I have been worried about being Queen. If I have seemed distant, it is because I am troubled by wondering if this is what my father would want,” I said slowly.
“Your father would want you to be Queen, Thesslis,” Nemmen told me. “He wanted his daughter to rule after him. He told you that himself. All the people of Isla love you, and they respect you. This land could never ask for a better ruler.”
“Somehow, I cannot believe that. I have been Queen for only two months now, but I have to constantly fight my own people, to be at peace. It never seemed like that when my father was king.”
“All Kingdoms have problems, Thesslis.” Nemmen told me, “Compared to Banna, we really do have a good kingdom. You rule Isla, the land of peace. No ruler could ever keep peace throughout the entire land. I think you are the best person to rule Isla, and I will always be here to help you through it. I will always be by your side.”
I smiled at him gratefully. “Thank you Nemmen,” I said. “That really means a lot to me.”
Suddenly, I felt a chill down my spine, and I felt cold tingles on my arms and legs. “We have company,” I said to Nemmen, quickly. “Keep your eyes open.”
I unsheathed my Mahsule slowly and held it at the ready, looking warily around me, my muscles tense with alertness. Nemmen unsheathed his sword and searched the woods with his eyes.
Minutes passed, and I could not see anyone, but I still felt the tingling on my arm. I motioned silently to Nemmen to keep going. “Stay alert,” I warned.
I barely noticed when it started to rain. As the sudden downpour drenched us, I became more alert to the woods around me. Something was hiding in the trees, and I could sense it.
Nothing out of the ordinary happened during the rest of the ride home, though I still had that chill down my body. I would investigate this later, when Nemmen was not with me, so that I would not involve him.
We sat on the edge of the cliff above our home, looking down at the castle of Isla. The rain was pouring down in sheets, and the castle looked desolate.
Nemmen and I were both lost in our own thoughts. We were both concerned about the rain. It simply does not rain in Isla. However, I knew why it was raining.
Isla is the land of peace; it is supposed to be perfect. It never rains in Isla; that is common knowledge among even the youngest children.
But the land of Banna is the opposite of Isla in every possible way. It is evil, the cursed land of the world. It is always raining in Banna, or at least cloudy; it is not possible for it to ever be sunny there. I had learned this when I was a small child.
I remember that once, when I was very young, three at the oldest, I went outside with my father, and it started to rain. I did not know what it was, and I started to play in it. I loved the rain, I remember. My father was not happy, though. He was disappointed in me. He scolded me, and told me I could not play outside for a week.
I was too small to know what I had done wrong, but over time, I learned that an Islain simply cannot like anything from Banna. Our people treat you as a traitor if you like something evil.
I had not seen rain again until this day. The rain had to mean that a Bannian had crossed the border and was now in our land. That is a very uncommon occurrence.
There was a Bannian among us, in Isla. I looked at Nemmen, and knew that we were thinking the same thing, but neither of us said anything.
“Shall we go home?” Nemmen asked.
In silence, we made our way down the high cliff to the castle below.