Hakura May
Xin Nian Dao!
Hi! I'm Tavion. Here's my first ever novel. It isn't really a fanfic of anything. It's rated PG-13. There's some battles here and there, but not alot of blood. I'd even say PG. This shall be the first of the whole series. Anyway, enjoy! Any critisism is welcome. ^^;;
The War of Twilight
Phoenix Feathers
Prologue
Ael galan se Haeo'ra en dai
... All glory be to the Phoenix
Ael galan se dra' fa shal'ya en dai
... All glory be to his power
Dra'fa galan hal'da
... His glory shines
Thrac dra'fa o'ls, yae Se'ideta cr'atidin dai
... By his grace, may the Prophecy be forged
Yae dra'fa ous cus'ian lada
... May his soul live forever
Yae dra' hal'sha a shane res'ahan sahr
... May he burn a path through darkness
Yae dra' ha'da gra'sa Ra'batrial en dai
... May he bring us to the Light
Yae dra' tr'gra Fi'landa Tr'oi'tashan dai
... May he follow the Chosen One
Fear for the world, and fear for your lives. Fear death, and fear the dark. Fear the setting sun, and pray for the swift dawn. Fear for your final days, for time is beginning to end. The end of time, the end of life.
The Lord of Dusk now walks, the earth trembling with every movement he takes. As he walks, he brings forth the darkness that was once sealed for eternity, the shadows that were once left behind, the destruction that was thought to be forgotten.
It will come to pass that a savior shall be born into this world. It will come to pass that the warrior shall burn a path through the shadows, and lead the land to victory. It will come to pass that the savior shall lead the land from darkness and despair, into the Light.
There was once a harsh, unforgiving desert said only to exist in myth. Sandstorms frequently whipped through, drowning the desert in its whirling path. None were thought to inhabit the desert; only a few hardy desert creatures lived within. Many legends had been written and told about the desert, but there was one in particular...
Deep within the vast desert, a kingdom had rested undisturbed for thousands and thousands of years. The kingdom was ruled by a mysterious king named King Abbas. He had control over many of the earth's elements and its creatures. He was wise, kind, and good-hearted. King Abbas had dirt brown hair, with slight areas dyed a burnt-red. His crown was made of pure gold, silver, rhinestone, and emerald gems. He often wore a red and brown coat over a red linen shirt, and coal black breeches. He also had a young daughter named Dhala, who was to be the future queen of the kingdom. The crowning of Dhala, though wouldn't come to pass until ten years later, would be much sooner, for a tragedy fell upon the kingdom...
One day, King Abbas became deathly ill. His daughter tried restlessly to cure him, but it was to no avail. As the hours dragged on, his condition became worse. Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks. After more than a month, King Abbas slipped into a long, deep sleep, never to wake again.
Dhala's mother had died years ago during a war. She had been attacked viciously by enemy soldiers, and barely escaped with Dhala's life. During the raid, Dhala's brother, Talen, and sister, Farah, had all been captured. Only Dhala remained then, and only Dhala remained now to rule the kingdom.
Five years into the future, Dhala still ruled the kingdom, at the young age of fourteen. Many people had argued whether she would be a worthy ruler or not. She had indeed proven herself in many harsh times, but worst was yet to come.
"Queen Dhala! Miss, I bring grave news!" shouted a figure as he rushed into the silent throne room. He slowly lowered himself to the ground, one fist on floor, head bowed deeply.
Dhala's ears perked up, as her slender, petite figure rose. She had a dress made of light blue silk, with gold silk lace straps hanging loose. Her hair, which seemed to be spun of gold silk, was let loose down to her thighs and fastened by a jade and silver hair fastening. A blue sapphire gem stone necklace was on her neck. "You may rise, Saiya," she said quietly as she herself silently sat back down on the golden throne. "Now, tell me, what news have you brought?" Her aqua eyes fixed on Saiya, who, by now, was sputtering out answers, although Dhala had become quiet accustomed to it.
Saiya slowly rose to face Queen Dhala. Her icy stare had also become accustomed to him, and he didn't mind it anymore. "Miss... Our soldiers, every single one of them. They..." his words drifted off, as his face and dark brown hair beaded with sweat. Every drop fell either onto the floor, or his emerald green garb and his dark brown breeches and boots.
Dhala, though used to his bumbling, often lost her temper with Saiya frequently. She frowned. "Tell me, Saiya!" she blurted out as she stood once again.
"Oh, Miss. Our soldiers... They were... They were found dead, every single one of them. Slaughtered, killed!"
Her eye's narrowed as she bit her lip. "If you aren't used to these frequent raids, I'd consider you a fool."
"No! It's something more than that! I know it!" He sputtered out every single word. "Just look outside! Look at the sky!" he blurted out worriedly.
Dhala's attention returned, as she slowly stepped off the throne's pedestal, walking to the glass windows, accompanied by Saiya and her two guards, Barrack and Iyagua.
She peered outside the window, her eyes widening at the sight. "Saiya... You're right..." she whispered out nervously.
The sky had turned a shade of blood red. A noticeably coming shadow was seen in the far off distance. Dark gray clouds had begun to accumulate, as hot, smoldering bolts of lightning shot down, accompanied by the answering thunder. At first it seemed like any storm, but there was something different. The shadow moved quickly over the dusty lands. A wave of soldiers ran alongside the ever growing shadow.
Dhala suddenly turned around and barked to the soldiers who had accumulated near the door, "Get all the soldiers! There's an army coming! Secure all women and children in the underground tunnels!"
"Yes, ma'am!" replied the nervous soldiers as they bounded outside, joined by Barrack and Iyagua.
Dhala returned her attention to Saiya. "Stay with the women and children. If you hear the horn cry twice in a row, get everyone out of there, including yourself. Do you understand?"
"Yes... ma'am. I promise," choked out Saiya as he darted out the room, disappearing into the already growing crowd of soldiers and women and children.
Dhala's sapphire necklace felt cold on her sweat beaded neck. She rushed back to the window, nearly tripping on her dress. She examined the scene as the already growing shadow neared, accompanied by its vicious and cruel army.
Another man dressed in a red and gold silk shirt and black breeches and boots rushed in, and called out, "Shall I give the battle cry, Miss?"
Dhala whipped out, commanding, "I needn't remind you! There is an obvious army out there! Don't just stand there... Go!"
The man ran outside, stumbling once or twice on the white marble stones. Before long, a loud sound came from the peak of the castle. Someone was blowing a horn, loud and strong. Its song rang from the castle to all the land, near and far.
Down below, in the underground tunnels, Saiya accompanied all the women and children. The tunnel filled with sounds of weeping children, and their mothers trying to comfort them. Saiya whispered to himself, "That was one... Good... Only one..."
Dhala gritted her teeth as her body trembled. She looked outside, and spoke to herself in a whisper, "Light... Gods... Save us..."
Outside the battle had already begun. Axes swung furiously, swords danced and arrows flew through the sky. Death was everywhere. Cannonballs had already been launched, and were making their way through the darkening skies, crashing down with tremendous force. Everything was in chaos. Dhala barely survived a lone arrow, which happened to whiz by, striking into the castle walls, then falling to the ground. A second arrow flew by, this time higher. Accompanied with its fall, a soldier collapsed, dead. Dhala fixed her eyes on one certain point. The enemy army had begun climbing the castle walls!
Dhala rushed out of the throne room, and up onto the peak of the castle. She narrowly avoided all the rushing arrows and cannonballs flying overhead. She took hold of a wall, and commanded, "Hurry! Blow the horn... Twice! Do it!"
The man, confused, blew into the horn as it rang throughout the land. Down below, Saiya's ears perked as he stood. "Two! We must flee!" He slowly made his way up the marble stairs, accompanied by the woman and children. He turned around one final time, and whispered a pray to himself, "May the Light be with you..."
Outside, a cannonball smashed into the castle walls, knocking several soldiers to their doom. Dhala rushed back down the stairs, as a lone cannonball smashed into the wall above. Falling rocks and debris covered the stairs, as one large segment of the falling stones destroyed it. Dhala tumbled down, dazed, into the rock pile. She slowly, shakily, made her way onto her feet. She was trembling all over.
Dhala quickly turned to her left, and was met by the flat end of a sword blade. The force knocked her into a wall. She opened her eyes to meet those of the attacker. The soldier simply raised his sword high, and brought it down.
Time seemed to go in slow motion as the sword was brought down. Dhala captured only one last glimpse of a light in the sky... and then there was no more...
Over time, the kingdom crumbled and fell to the earth. Over time, the kingdom disappeared with the rise and fall of the sun. Legends say that the kingdom still lives within the heart of the desert. The legend still lives with many, and it is said that any who found the Lost Kingdom would be granted with wealth, glory, and fortune. Many brave people have gone searching in the desert, and many have never returned...
The War of Twilight
Phoenix Feathers
Prologue
Ael galan se Haeo'ra en dai
... All glory be to the Phoenix
Ael galan se dra' fa shal'ya en dai
... All glory be to his power
Dra'fa galan hal'da
... His glory shines
Thrac dra'fa o'ls, yae Se'ideta cr'atidin dai
... By his grace, may the Prophecy be forged
Yae dra'fa ous cus'ian lada
... May his soul live forever
Yae dra' hal'sha a shane res'ahan sahr
... May he burn a path through darkness
Yae dra' ha'da gra'sa Ra'batrial en dai
... May he bring us to the Light
Yae dra' tr'gra Fi'landa Tr'oi'tashan dai
... May he follow the Chosen One
Fear for the world, and fear for your lives. Fear death, and fear the dark. Fear the setting sun, and pray for the swift dawn. Fear for your final days, for time is beginning to end. The end of time, the end of life.
The Lord of Dusk now walks, the earth trembling with every movement he takes. As he walks, he brings forth the darkness that was once sealed for eternity, the shadows that were once left behind, the destruction that was thought to be forgotten.
It will come to pass that a savior shall be born into this world. It will come to pass that the warrior shall burn a path through the shadows, and lead the land to victory. It will come to pass that the savior shall lead the land from darkness and despair, into the Light.
There was once a harsh, unforgiving desert said only to exist in myth. Sandstorms frequently whipped through, drowning the desert in its whirling path. None were thought to inhabit the desert; only a few hardy desert creatures lived within. Many legends had been written and told about the desert, but there was one in particular...
Deep within the vast desert, a kingdom had rested undisturbed for thousands and thousands of years. The kingdom was ruled by a mysterious king named King Abbas. He had control over many of the earth's elements and its creatures. He was wise, kind, and good-hearted. King Abbas had dirt brown hair, with slight areas dyed a burnt-red. His crown was made of pure gold, silver, rhinestone, and emerald gems. He often wore a red and brown coat over a red linen shirt, and coal black breeches. He also had a young daughter named Dhala, who was to be the future queen of the kingdom. The crowning of Dhala, though wouldn't come to pass until ten years later, would be much sooner, for a tragedy fell upon the kingdom...
One day, King Abbas became deathly ill. His daughter tried restlessly to cure him, but it was to no avail. As the hours dragged on, his condition became worse. Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks. After more than a month, King Abbas slipped into a long, deep sleep, never to wake again.
Dhala's mother had died years ago during a war. She had been attacked viciously by enemy soldiers, and barely escaped with Dhala's life. During the raid, Dhala's brother, Talen, and sister, Farah, had all been captured. Only Dhala remained then, and only Dhala remained now to rule the kingdom.
Five years into the future, Dhala still ruled the kingdom, at the young age of fourteen. Many people had argued whether she would be a worthy ruler or not. She had indeed proven herself in many harsh times, but worst was yet to come.
"Queen Dhala! Miss, I bring grave news!" shouted a figure as he rushed into the silent throne room. He slowly lowered himself to the ground, one fist on floor, head bowed deeply.
Dhala's ears perked up, as her slender, petite figure rose. She had a dress made of light blue silk, with gold silk lace straps hanging loose. Her hair, which seemed to be spun of gold silk, was let loose down to her thighs and fastened by a jade and silver hair fastening. A blue sapphire gem stone necklace was on her neck. "You may rise, Saiya," she said quietly as she herself silently sat back down on the golden throne. "Now, tell me, what news have you brought?" Her aqua eyes fixed on Saiya, who, by now, was sputtering out answers, although Dhala had become quiet accustomed to it.
Saiya slowly rose to face Queen Dhala. Her icy stare had also become accustomed to him, and he didn't mind it anymore. "Miss... Our soldiers, every single one of them. They..." his words drifted off, as his face and dark brown hair beaded with sweat. Every drop fell either onto the floor, or his emerald green garb and his dark brown breeches and boots.
Dhala, though used to his bumbling, often lost her temper with Saiya frequently. She frowned. "Tell me, Saiya!" she blurted out as she stood once again.
"Oh, Miss. Our soldiers... They were... They were found dead, every single one of them. Slaughtered, killed!"
Her eye's narrowed as she bit her lip. "If you aren't used to these frequent raids, I'd consider you a fool."
"No! It's something more than that! I know it!" He sputtered out every single word. "Just look outside! Look at the sky!" he blurted out worriedly.
Dhala's attention returned, as she slowly stepped off the throne's pedestal, walking to the glass windows, accompanied by Saiya and her two guards, Barrack and Iyagua.
She peered outside the window, her eyes widening at the sight. "Saiya... You're right..." she whispered out nervously.
The sky had turned a shade of blood red. A noticeably coming shadow was seen in the far off distance. Dark gray clouds had begun to accumulate, as hot, smoldering bolts of lightning shot down, accompanied by the answering thunder. At first it seemed like any storm, but there was something different. The shadow moved quickly over the dusty lands. A wave of soldiers ran alongside the ever growing shadow.
Dhala suddenly turned around and barked to the soldiers who had accumulated near the door, "Get all the soldiers! There's an army coming! Secure all women and children in the underground tunnels!"
"Yes, ma'am!" replied the nervous soldiers as they bounded outside, joined by Barrack and Iyagua.
Dhala returned her attention to Saiya. "Stay with the women and children. If you hear the horn cry twice in a row, get everyone out of there, including yourself. Do you understand?"
"Yes... ma'am. I promise," choked out Saiya as he darted out the room, disappearing into the already growing crowd of soldiers and women and children.
Dhala's sapphire necklace felt cold on her sweat beaded neck. She rushed back to the window, nearly tripping on her dress. She examined the scene as the already growing shadow neared, accompanied by its vicious and cruel army.
Another man dressed in a red and gold silk shirt and black breeches and boots rushed in, and called out, "Shall I give the battle cry, Miss?"
Dhala whipped out, commanding, "I needn't remind you! There is an obvious army out there! Don't just stand there... Go!"
The man ran outside, stumbling once or twice on the white marble stones. Before long, a loud sound came from the peak of the castle. Someone was blowing a horn, loud and strong. Its song rang from the castle to all the land, near and far.
Down below, in the underground tunnels, Saiya accompanied all the women and children. The tunnel filled with sounds of weeping children, and their mothers trying to comfort them. Saiya whispered to himself, "That was one... Good... Only one..."
Dhala gritted her teeth as her body trembled. She looked outside, and spoke to herself in a whisper, "Light... Gods... Save us..."
Outside the battle had already begun. Axes swung furiously, swords danced and arrows flew through the sky. Death was everywhere. Cannonballs had already been launched, and were making their way through the darkening skies, crashing down with tremendous force. Everything was in chaos. Dhala barely survived a lone arrow, which happened to whiz by, striking into the castle walls, then falling to the ground. A second arrow flew by, this time higher. Accompanied with its fall, a soldier collapsed, dead. Dhala fixed her eyes on one certain point. The enemy army had begun climbing the castle walls!
Dhala rushed out of the throne room, and up onto the peak of the castle. She narrowly avoided all the rushing arrows and cannonballs flying overhead. She took hold of a wall, and commanded, "Hurry! Blow the horn... Twice! Do it!"
The man, confused, blew into the horn as it rang throughout the land. Down below, Saiya's ears perked as he stood. "Two! We must flee!" He slowly made his way up the marble stairs, accompanied by the woman and children. He turned around one final time, and whispered a pray to himself, "May the Light be with you..."
Outside, a cannonball smashed into the castle walls, knocking several soldiers to their doom. Dhala rushed back down the stairs, as a lone cannonball smashed into the wall above. Falling rocks and debris covered the stairs, as one large segment of the falling stones destroyed it. Dhala tumbled down, dazed, into the rock pile. She slowly, shakily, made her way onto her feet. She was trembling all over.
Dhala quickly turned to her left, and was met by the flat end of a sword blade. The force knocked her into a wall. She opened her eyes to meet those of the attacker. The soldier simply raised his sword high, and brought it down.
Time seemed to go in slow motion as the sword was brought down. Dhala captured only one last glimpse of a light in the sky... and then there was no more...
Over time, the kingdom crumbled and fell to the earth. Over time, the kingdom disappeared with the rise and fall of the sun. Legends say that the kingdom still lives within the heart of the desert. The legend still lives with many, and it is said that any who found the Lost Kingdom would be granted with wealth, glory, and fortune. Many brave people have gone searching in the desert, and many have never returned...
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But there is a little problem with this part, and that is your use of 'walks' twice so close to each other. Word repetitiveness has always bothered me and I avoid it as much as possible, although it is inevitable that there will be a few words you can't replace. But for now, you can replace it with something else. Like: