The Legend of Mir (Evan Scofield, Blaz, Ardis)
Jan 19, 2015 14:24:49 GMT -5
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Post by Wildfeather on Jan 19, 2015 14:24:49 GMT -5
It was early in the morning. Wild had just finished her breakfast, and now she was sitting in Queen Radella's library. In front of her on the desk was a map of Mir, the one her aunt Eileen had drawn for her. Wild sat with her medallion in her hand and studied the gems without color. The pattern they made were drawn onto the map with a pencil, so she could erase the pencil lines when each thread was found. Finally she was done drawing, and the pattern on the map formed a star picture.
"Nice, Father," Wild grinned when she saw what the pattern depicted. This had aways been her father's favorite stars.
Leaning over the map, she studied it further. If she had made the pattern correctly, the first clue would be found somewhere in Cherryblossom Valley. Picking up a magnifying glass, she read the tiny letters of the medallion and wrote them down as they were. Then she started the work putting them together, word by word, trying to make a line that made sense. Several times she tried and failed, until she finally found one she KNEW had to be correct.
"That's IT!" she exclaimed in triumph. "It HAS to be where we are going first!"
The sentence she was excited about spelled the words: Manke i' draug esta
"Where the wolves nest," she read with surprise. "But that's ridiculous! Wolves don't have nests! They don't lay eggs!"
She shook her head in confusion and rubbed her temples.
Think Wild, think!
Closing her eyes she tried to focus on the task ahead of her. Old, half forgotten memories formed in her mind. She was a little girl again - playing under the cherry trees in Cherryblossom Valley. A large, bearded man - not her father - came to give her a big hug. Wild's eyes opened as she recognized him.
"Of course," she beamed towards Blaz and hugged him tightly. "Uncle Thorn's family crest are three gray wolves! So THAT's where we're going first...."
Again she fought back an attack of nausea. She had felt sick every morning since their wedding, but had been afraid to tell Blaz. What if he demanded she stayed in Isparia and went to Mir without her? Wild didn't want that to happen. How would Blaz get around without her to guide him? Who would vouch for him at Uncle Thorn's fortress? Besides, Wild longed to see her people again. Surely Morg could not have killed them all...
"Nice, Father," Wild grinned when she saw what the pattern depicted. This had aways been her father's favorite stars.
Leaning over the map, she studied it further. If she had made the pattern correctly, the first clue would be found somewhere in Cherryblossom Valley. Picking up a magnifying glass, she read the tiny letters of the medallion and wrote them down as they were. Then she started the work putting them together, word by word, trying to make a line that made sense. Several times she tried and failed, until she finally found one she KNEW had to be correct.
"That's IT!" she exclaimed in triumph. "It HAS to be where we are going first!"
The sentence she was excited about spelled the words: Manke i' draug esta
"Where the wolves nest," she read with surprise. "But that's ridiculous! Wolves don't have nests! They don't lay eggs!"
She shook her head in confusion and rubbed her temples.
Think Wild, think!
Closing her eyes she tried to focus on the task ahead of her. Old, half forgotten memories formed in her mind. She was a little girl again - playing under the cherry trees in Cherryblossom Valley. A large, bearded man - not her father - came to give her a big hug. Wild's eyes opened as she recognized him.
"Of course," she beamed towards Blaz and hugged him tightly. "Uncle Thorn's family crest are three gray wolves! So THAT's where we're going first...."
Again she fought back an attack of nausea. She had felt sick every morning since their wedding, but had been afraid to tell Blaz. What if he demanded she stayed in Isparia and went to Mir without her? Wild didn't want that to happen. How would Blaz get around without her to guide him? Who would vouch for him at Uncle Thorn's fortress? Besides, Wild longed to see her people again. Surely Morg could not have killed them all...