Tenille: Hello, friends, colleges, fans....... Evil midgets who are trying to eat my cheese and murders! This story is my attempt at righting DESCRIPTIVELY! If there is any weird parts tell me and I'll fix 'em. Okay?

Mysterious (Bishie) King; Get on with it puny mortal!

Tenille: Okay Mister King-dude! This is my first story with a male main-main character.

Dez, you'll love this Bishie

Crystal Clear

Before it Begain

The dripping, echoed in the tall tower driving him mad. No matter how many times he remodeled the castle, it always leaked on the top floor of the Eastern Tower. Most of the droplets slowly inched through the cracks and slid down the walls. The black paint pealed away on the few bare spots between shelves exposing, old, burgandy wallpaper. But there was a crack at the very top of the cone-roof that allowed the rain to drop down on little splatters into a stratigically placed bucket.

Not that he usually minded the damp, misty place, with the constant quirks. He felt at ease in the circular room, after all there was no where for possible assasins to hide. The spiral staircase was more that a foot away from the ledges, and although it was, for some unnerving to step over a foot and a half on air to reach the ground, it did not allow you to spy unnoticed. For him, however this was a second nature. During the last few years he'd dedicated his free time to the former guest bedroom, meant for travelling humans. And few asked why, the cold marble was firm and supported all tweleve of his fairly large bookcases. Five of which, held potions and rare ingredients instead of spell books. But despite the cases and a large dining table it was rather bare. The table had not a cloth to hide its skillfully carved legs and held nothing but a crystal ball.

The crystal was suspended in a elaborate sliver pedestal. On it was a single word, 'Dracona'. Realistic flames shone in the dim candlelight produced by a single flame. It flickered in his hands as he finally looked away from the window and mindlessly swept his eyes over the bare room as if searching for something to do. The shelves were filled, the books were read, the men were sleeping and even his old advisor was resting. His enemies were dead. Not that the last fact surprised him. There wasn't many that dared face him after he'd killed theoriginal king and sat on the throne. As soon as he had a crown on and sat in the cushoned seat, with its egg-shaped jewels everyone decided to become his best friend. Thus was the way of a desperatly power hungry monarcy.

And now, after eight years of ruling had weakened his skills in battle. Despite his daily spars it had been a while since he'd faced a new foe. His sword was becoming robotic in its movements and his spells laid dormant.

Sitting on the lone, wooden chair by the plain table you'd think we was low born, if not for the small, yet expensive crown on his head. And his cloak was made of the finest silk, died black with the blood of a sea monster. He spoke in a hushed commanding voice. "Crystal, show me what I wish to see."

"What shall I show today, milord?" A plain monotone voice asked from within the nearly empty room.

He frowned deeply allowing a small scar to show under on of his eyes. He'd gained it almost a decade ago, on his fifteenth birthday. When he'd finally faced the top general and started the hostle-takeover of the throne. His mind yet again wandered to his life-long question, 'Is that voice female or male?' After a moment he regained his composure. "I want to see a way to do battle with a worthy opponent."

"In your ranks you have no equal. However some others can match your strength. One is destined to surpass it, milord, and they will join you soon." The crystal taunted him, yet showed nothing.

Irritation that had long built up exploded. His usually calm demenour crumbled as he growled. "Crystal, do not mock me. Show me the one with more strength than I."

"Fate has not chosen yet who shall become your warrior. However it whispers of two, a boy of fourteen years and his aunt." The crystal finally unleashed its light up towards the ceilling.

The king looked up to see a boy and a young woman riding a carrige. The boy had not yet grown whiskers although a dagger at his side showed that he wasn't a weak little child. His hair was in a plain cut, dispite his wild curls' wishes. His hair was a plain brown but his eyes were blue. Shimmering in the moonlight, the eyes of that boy made him wonder if his aunt had those eyes. But as the carrige turned, the moonlight shifted to reveal the woman. A braid that were of a redish brown shade caskaded down her shoulders. She wore a skyblue dress that seemed rather practical despite her lush transportation. And to his surprise, her eyes were covered in a blindfold. "Are they being captive?"

"No, the woman is blind, milord." The crystal explained.

He mentally berated himself for not picking that up. "Who are they?"

"Lady Penopinalata's young son, Ronald. And the late lady's younger half-sister." The crystal started to chuckled. "The boy is coming to train here within your ranks while the woman is here as a seeress. They will be by the full moon."

He snorted in disbelief. "A blind seeress?" Dispite his doubts, he knew the crystal ball was always right. Standing up to gaze out the window he sighed. "The fates are planning something."

Seeing a star beginning to fall he tracked to see where it had came from. His eyes spotted that the constellation 'Fae' was crumbling. His heart jumped to his throught as he realized what that meant. The fairies and nymphs were not to survive much longer.

"Yes," The crystal started to float back down and the image disappeared. It did not go dormant though, for it knew its master had more questions."

"How much longer do the fae have?" He asked trying to conceal his fears. "Will we fall soon?"

The crystal ball sounded surprised. "The fae will only last one more generation....." A moment was allowed to let that information sink in. "The dragons will last many more millena."

He winced at the thought of the Fae's fates but stayed silient. 'Things are very wrong.'

TBC

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