Star Traveller 1: Into The Stars | Episode I: The Crystal Down the Lane , Part 1
Location: UNKNOWN PLANET, KINGDOM: DRAXTORIA, CITY: TAUREN
It was nighttime in Tauren, the bustling capital city of the kingdom of Draxtoria. Here lies a beautiful, yet primitive civilization, without electric lights, motorcars, or even television. However, the town was teeming with love and magic, something that a more technologically advanced society would most likely live without. Children were smiling and skipping up and down the streets with their parents, who never thought once of leaving their beloved partners. Judgement of other citizens were kept to a fair minimum, and all was well.
However, the Draxtorians, like the whole of life itself, is very untrusting to outsiders. They hold a mysterious legend that a stranger will come along and thrust their kingdom into hate and despair. Thus it came to a surprise to many residents that two strangers were invited to the castle for dinner. The castle, a 60 foot tall fortress of diamond, copper, and other hefty materials, filled with treasures beyond an ordinary man’s wildest dreams. Residents are usually allowed to come and go as they please, except in extreme circumstances. Others were usually not even permitted to enter the kingdom. Yet two mysterious “knights” were allowed inside.
One was quite sturdy, a strapping young man with soft, flowing gray hair, and shimmering ruby eyes, with a voice so passive and elegant that it could soothe the sparrows. The other one was very short in stature. A soft patch of cotton candy hair sat atop his head, neatly combed as not to interrupt the gaze of the amethysts that lay in his head. A pair of small spectacles sat contently on the bridge of his small, button nose, with a voice so quiet and angelic, you’d believe he was just born yesterday. These knights calmly sat at the table, sipping some foamy soda, and conversed with one another.
“I’m very thankful we’re alive… but I believe we must be going now..” the lavender boy whispered to his comrade, to which he gained this reply; “Well Volk, the kingdom is just showing their gratitude… it’s not everyday that this kingdom needs to be saved. The least we could do now is stay for dinner, after the cooks spent so long preparing it.”
“Oh, alright V1…” the little purple boy began to grow impatient, but he waited like his companion wanted.
“HAR HAR! Mystic Volksfrei and Victor of One, you have saved this kingdom from complete turmoil! I still cannot believe Judas would do such a thing like that!” the king laughed heartily with a large stick of meat in hand. The wisteria colored “knight” muttered under his breath, “With a name like that, I’m not sure how one can be surprised-” prompting a soft nudge from his companion, trying to prevent him from being so snide.
“Father, please..” There was a young man next to the king… his son. Like his father, he had light tan skin, sapphire blue eyes, and plum-colored hair on his head. However, his hair was longer and more neatly combed than his father, who had a gruff beard to go with his hearty Viking-esque voice. The prince also had two horns protruding from his forehead, which he held softly with his hand.
“… I have a terrible migraine..” he continued. The gray haired boy swiftly pulled out a bottle and handed it over to the prince.
“Here, drink this. It should help your head.”
“Why thank you, Victor of One.. your valiance is only preceded by your kindness.” The royal son gently sniffed the elixir, checking for any sign of poison, before drinking a bit of it. “My my.. I feel quite better already~ Thank you.”
“My pleasure, your Majesty.” He then turned to see his young companion looking at him disapprovingly. He didn’t trust others very easily.
“Well, are you enjoying your meal?” the gray haired one said, trying to ease his fury.
“Have you forgotten that these people locked us up in a cell?!” he whispered angrily. “And now they are apologizing for it. Just try to enjoy yourself alright? You know how cranky you get when you’re hungry.”
The purple boy just scoffed quietly and began to eat elegantly, while his companion just rolled his eyes and chuckled. Soon, someone came and whispered softly in the Prince’s ear.
“Excuse me, please.” and he walked off…
TO BE CONTINUED
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