Thursday, May 21, 2009
hi all,
back on popular demand xD. wahaha Shanice, you may not get all the money. 50% max, deal or no deal? ^^ WOO nice tracker thingy! iver postpostpost!
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Part 3 “You’re not kidding me, are you?” Dave asked. He was silently hoping, hoping hard that it was just a nightmare, and that he would wake up soon, in the comfort of his splendid house.
“No, I’m not. The Queen sent you here for a reason, so you had better go see her. You have no idea how her temper is like,” the girl said firmly. Dave realised that when she said ‘The Queen’, her voice was slightly fearful, slightly respectful. Despite hearing tales of The Queen from his mother, nothing would have prepared him to see her.
“Oh, hi.” Upon seeing Dave, The Queen said, lifting her head up from her paperwork. She was extremely beautiful, with luscious, waist-long hair and a figure that made any woman green with envy. Her skin was a tinge translucent, without a blemish, her large ocean- blue eyes, which seemed to take up most of her face, reflected the wisdom she had accumulated over the years.
The Queen was dressed elegantly in a golden and red robe made of obviously the best fabrics in the Undercity. A tiara, which was undoubtedly of superior craftsmanship, rested on her head. Most attractive of all was her personality. She could be so charming and humble that one would easily forget that she was the Queen of such a vast empire, the Undercity. However, she was definitely not to be messed with. This was, of course, according to the sotries Dave's Mother had told him.
Dave found all that very disturbing as The Queen was said to have started ruling the Undercity since a few hundred years ago.
The girl walked hastily away after leading Dave to a magnificently large and posh chamber, The Queen’s chamber. Before Dave opened his mouth to ask why he was brought to the Undercity, The Queen mentioned, with an elegant gesture of her hand, for him to sit down. He did, and the upholstery of the chair was pleasantly soft. He marvelled at the chamber. It was large and fine, even grander than what his mother had told him about in the tales he had heard so often.
“Ah, you must have been wondering why I sent you here. I apologise if my servant was a little harsh in bringing you here,” The Queen said, her voice dignified, “There is a mission for you.” Dave stared at The Queen, obviously puzzled.
Why him of all the great people on Earth? Why him, an Earthling, instead of the wise people in the Undercity? The Queen explained to him that the everlasting river had stopped flowing, and without it, the people of the Undercity would all perish. Dave had heard from his mother’s tales of the magnificent everlasting river, of its shimmering blue waters, of its wide variety of beautiful and sumptuous fish. Most of all, the way the river flowed throughout the years, from high up on the mountains to everywhere in the Undercity.
“How could it stop flowing?” Dave wondered aloud, “And why me? What could I do if all the people here could do nothing to help?”
“You are the chosen one. You have heard of the tales of this place from your mother, haven’t you?” The Queen leaned forwards and replied softly, her voice taking on a mysterious tone. Dave simply shook his head, still not believing that he was in the Undercity, much less that he was the chosen one.
“You are our people’s only hope. The ancient scrolls speak of a young man who would buy that house when the river stopped flowing. You must go up to the mountain to investigate the cause. We will provide you with riches beyond what you could ever imagine if you make the river flow again,” The Queen said, her voice high-pitched and full of hope. The part about the riches sounded extremely good to Dave, so he agreed, without hesitating, not knowing the danger that lay ahead.
By the next day, Dave had set off, by himself, to the mountain which the everlasting river flowed, or ceased to flow out from. He had a week’s supply of food and water, and all the tools he had requested from The Queen. On his hike up the mountain, a thought occurred, “Why hasn’t The Queen sent anyone up here before?” He was going to find out in due time.
Soon, he saw a stone statue in his path. It definitely not something from Earth, neither had he heard of the creature from his mother’s tales. The statue was one of a worm as large as him, with a deer’s anthers and a sword in its hand. Curiosity aroused, Dave reached forwards to touch the statue, which had changed its colour to another shade of grey. It was smooth, smoother than anything he had felt, and it seemed to be warm, a contrast to the chill on the mountain…
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the story is..kinda weird haha. WHERE DID MY TWO FINGER SPACING GO?!!!
sharon xD
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