Stiches, Part 2
Imprisonment  


Alder simply stared at the captain. This was unheard of, a knight of Malcath being taken into custody so publicly. At first he felt indignation, then fear. This had to be serious, he was being made an example of, for some reason. He had to try and make the best of it.
  "Why would I struggle, I'll will go with immediately Ulfias. What seems to be the problem?" It was the best he could do, considering the circumstances.
  "The charge is being withheld till further notice," it seamed that he was talking to the crowd now, making a proclamation, and really he was. The charges not being given was not only a confusing, it was a public slap to the face, only peasants were not given a reason for incarceration. Alder put a frown on his face, one that declared angry acceptance, humble in a way, he hoped.
  "Well then, seeing as there is nothing more to say, lets go," Alder said.
Ulfias situated Alder in the center of his men, in case he tried to escape, and left the ballroom. Alder could still feel the stares a long way down the hall.
The castle was large and meandering, almost a maze to a new comer. To a seasoned explorer of it, the castle would show all of its secrets. Ulfias was such a seasoned explorer, and it showed. They were going down pathways that Alder had never seen before, secret doors that had never even occurred to him. He assumed this was all for his benefit, trying to disorient him. Slowly they descended, and Alder had a good idea where they were headed, the dungeons. It was the ultimate slight, a knight thrown into the dungeon, instead of a well furnished tower cell. Alder would have been more angry, but he knew what they were trying to do. He was, by birth, a commoner, and this was probably some elaborate plot to remind him, and everyone else, of the fact. He thought that he would probably get questioned, for some random crime, them given a small scar, probably on his face, then let go. People would see the scar and remember, or if no scar they would just see him and recall that ball. He really couldn't comprehend who would do this but the king popped to mind. The fact that he had asked for, and been granted, the honor of escorting the princess to her ball had not set well with some people. He had thought that the king had been happy, well at least not bothered by it, perhaps not.
They were deep in Castle Veyar, and the only light came from Ulfias's torch. The walls around them were dank, cold, and dirty, an oddity in the castle. Alder knew where they were now, he had grown up down here, hiding from the lights, like Ulfias's, licking water off the walls when he could get non anywhere else. Those memories pained Alder, they were a constant embarrassment, and he had worked long and hard to erase that embarrassment with deeds.
Finally Ulfias stopped. Alder, who had been involved in his own thoughts, looked up for the first time, and a shout caught in his throat. This was the cell, the cell were it all began.

Stitches -Part 1, The good life

Blood spread all around Alder, spurting from newly opened wounds, forming puddles on the stone ground. Alder's sword moved in a blur, never stopping, always striking where he wished it to. One by one his opponents fell to the side, rivers of red life sliding out of them. Finally there stood only Alder and one other, a masked man, just like the others. Alders sword came up and steadied, pointing at the man. He could have offered mercy, he could have said something to inspire fear, instead he looked at his fallen comrades and killed once more.

Alder's eyes opened. The sound of laughter and music was all around him, lights of many colors danced across the walls. 'Why must I day dream like this?' he wondered to himself morosely. He was on the outside balcony, over looking the garden, with the ball in full swing behind him. He was alone, just like when he had first walked out there. 'Happily alone', he thought. But that wasn't true, the princess had chosen another to dance with her, in his stead. That's what had brought him into the cool darkness of the balcony. There had to be a reason for the change of mind, she had promised him the first dance, had said so in front of quite a few people. When she had informed him that they would not be dancing there had been nothing for him to say or do, but to smile and bow politely. When a princess makes up her mind, it is not the soundest of ideas to question her publicly. Still perhaps he could make some use of this evening, the Duke of Walvere's daughter had looked quite lovely, and also quite alone. He stepped back into the ballroom, this thought in mind, and descended the stairs that led to the balcony. The dresses and uniforms looked stunning, as did all the smiling faces, the band was in fine form that night, and it looked like the captain of the guard had even decided to come. Alder was finding it harder and harder to feel cross, and even felt a smile start to spread across his face.
It didn't take much to find the Duke's daughter, Alder was rather sure that her name was Edith, and Alder was thrilled to see that she was still without a dance partner. He approached her with a smile, and bowed, taking her hand and kissing it as he did.
"My Lady, I would like to have this dance, if that is alright," he began, then seeing her look of concern continued,"how rude of me I am the Seventh knight of his Majesties royal order, Sir Alder Fin."
Still she looked unhappy," You know the order Malcath, the forty great knights, defenders of the land." He smiled, hoping it might incline her to speak. It did.
"I am quite sorry good sir, but I have been spoken for, concerning the next dance," she smiled shyly, and walked away.
Confusion consumed Alder. The princess denying him made some sense, she was fickle, and could easily have changed her mind, plus she had power. But the daughter of a second tier Duke? It baffled the mind. The only time something  like this would make sense was if one of his superior knights were here, and none of them were. He was puzzling this when a stony hand descended on Alders shoulder. Alder suddenly realized that the music had stopped, so had the chattering and laughter. The people that had been all around him had suddenly given him a very wide berth. All of the eyes in the ballroom were on him. He turned, in what he hoped was a nonchalant manner. The man who had grabbed his shoulder was the captain of the guard, Ulfias Nuf, a mountain of a man. Behind him stood at least  a dozen of the guards. Alder knew them all by name.
"Sir Alder, Seventh knight, would you please come with me, and please don't try to resist, I would hate to restrain you.

                                     To Be Continued.......

The Civil War

He was shot. It was a simple observation. For the man ,or in reality the boy, it was the only observation. People say that when you are close to death that the world seems to slow down.This is a lie.For the boy the world stopped and then restarted at twice the speed. When it slowed the rest of the fighting was over and all that was left was devastation .He slowly,painfully, sat up and he looked down to where he was sure the musket ball had hit.Instead of the blood that he had expected there was fluffy down. He chuckled to himself. He had put the pillow there to make himself appear older. This effect was added to by the dogs hair glued to his chin. It was not the pillow alone that had saved him it was also the range of the sniper and the hard cover book under the pillow. He was sad for the book, it was his favorite, The Iliad, but all the same the book had served a final purpose. He chuckled again at his luck and got up to his feet. He was then shot. The North had not won this battle so the jumpy sentry, a Johny-Reb, had only seen a Yankee standing from a pile of the dead.

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The Creation of Sand

Air, Earth, and Fire all came together and gave their worst attributes, but their most powerful.  Out of this union, sand was born.  Sand, a merciless, cruel creature and constantly expanding.  To stop their terrible child, the three entities that had created the beast caged it in, even bringing in their least favorite sibling, Water.  So with oceans, mountains,  and forests, the great mistake was stopped.  After a while, the thing stopped its raging and calmed to a monotone, and even let people into it.  This land was Africa and the head of this was Egypt.

The birds beak was finally taking shape which had taken longer than the boy had expected ,the mud wasn't very good for details even with a sharpened stick. It was not the boys first stick but this was the one that hadn't broken. The bird was quite good for a five and a half year old  
''LEONARDO!!'' Came the careening cry. Leonardo sprang to his feet startled. It was a very loud sound for such a quiet field. He inadvertently stepped on his bird ruining it. It was disappointing for the boy but not worthy of his tears. He headed for the sound of his mother wondering what was so important. His mother wanted to get him ready he was about to go to his fathers to live there. He would have to leave Vinci and that was also sad for the boy. But were it not for this move the great artist that we know would never have lived.





Leonardo Da'Vinci died in the court of France on May 2, 1519 at the age of sixty seven.A land far away from his beloved Italy

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