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The Childhood of Kunkka

Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2009 1:46 pm

Me first fan-fic. TBC later. Only the first section of however long this ends up being.

On a starless and cloudy night full of the whispers of the forest, young Kunkka rested soundlessly. The faeries of the dark quietly crept past his resting place, watching over him in his deep slumber. It was peaceful outside, but all horror imaginable broke out inside the young boy’s mind, surrounding him with fear and death. He was again reliving the great battle which claimed the lives of everyone he had ever cared about…

-Flashback-
“Come here, son. I have something very important to show you.” King Proudmoore said to him.
“What is it?” Kunkka asked inquisitively.
“Come and you shall see. I am sure you will like it.”
“Go along now; don’t keep your father waiting.” His mother, Errinaya said in her crystal-toned voice.

Kunkka skipped along the marble tiled floors, glancing at the magnificent pillars holding up the great structure he lived in. He quickly caught up to his father, a man who was young for his many years. He had a mildly long grey beard curling down about halfway to his chest. His face was strong and lean, showing the many years of battles he fought, and scars to remember them. On the top of his head was a glorious crown made of the finest of pure gold, mined from the Dwarven Master himself 570 years ago, when the first of the Proudmoore family claimed the throne. It was bedazzled with emeralds and rubies, and sparkled with diamonds the size of a human eye. All around the top of it were crosses and spikes, a required element to all of the great King’s crowns. Then he looked back to his mother, gazing lovingly at the two of them. She was a remarkably beautiful woman – any man would give anything to be in the King’s place. She was a fair and just woman, magnified by hear angelic figure and her white silken clothing, smooth as milk. Her scent was sweeter than honey, and her face so pure as platinum. Masked with the glorious light behind her, she could be mistaken for an angel. Her face was smooth with no lines or wrinkles, clearly pampered over the years. But you could tell even she worried about her husband by the look on her face, although it was often concealed behind her eagle-feather fan. As Kunkka again looked forwards, they had almost reached a grand oak door, one he had not been through before. His father had said himself that the fortress held uncountable rooms. Two guards in fine armor, holding spears and swords in sheaths opened the doors. Inside was a large, square room, holding only one item in the center. A sword held up on a pillar only about three feet high. The sword was unlike any that Kunkka had ever seen. All the swords he had seen were long and sharp with a pointy top, often with spikes on it. But this one was completely different. It had a regular grip, but it seemed to be two swords in one, with both parts bent to make a kite shape; longer at the top and shorter at the bottom. But even more mystical about it was the glowing blue essence that surrounded it.

“What is it, Dad?” he asked.
“Son, I would like to introduce you to what will one day be your sword. This is the great Tidebringer.”

Fin of Part One of whatever. I guess this is pretty much just the introduction. Hope you liked it! To be continued probably soon...
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