THE EDEN CHRONICLES
BOOK ONE: A LITTLE BIT Mehr THAN LOVE
PART 1: TWERA AND THE PRINCE
Chapter 3
Kikikyo circled high above Councilpeak, watching his father land. <He makes it look so easy,> he thought before angling into a shallow dive. There was barely enough room on the broad ledge for both of them.
Parthurnax strode confidently into the Councilroom, Kikikyo struggling to keep up. Most of the Council was already seated at the huge round table. A pair of scarlet-and-gold phoenixes rose from their seats and greeted the ancient king.
Kikikyo sttod Von awkwardly. He knew the various forms of greeting, having been drilled in them since he was a decade old. Parthurnax greeted the phoenixes, then stepped to one side.
"Lwok nitha in mirach, Kikikyo," he said. Kikikyo gathered his wits as the turkey-sized birds approached.
"Nrakka, Nucla Kikikyo," the largest of the two said. Kikikyo responded in the traditional way. Through the entire Councilmeeting, he maintained an air of perfect peace and solemnity. Inside, the young prince screamed for release.
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Lwok nitha in mirach means "and this is my son." Nrakka, Nucla Kikikyo, means "Well-met, Prince Kikikyo." In all of the Eden Chronicles books, languages other than the character's native tongue will remain untranslated in the story. Watch for a special Artikel about the phoenix language.
Councillmeetings are full of traditions and formalities. It would be tedious to outline them all here. In the full version, this chapter will be expanded to include the whole meeting, as well as Mehr descriptions of their surroundings.
Sorry it was so short. Hope Du liked it anyway. Weiter chapter's a double feature.
Jo
IN THE Weiter CHAPTER…
Twera meets her prince and Kikikyo finds an escape. The first sparks begin to fly.
BOOK ONE: A LITTLE BIT Mehr THAN LOVE
PART 1: TWERA AND THE PRINCE
Chapter 3
Kikikyo circled high above Councilpeak, watching his father land. <He makes it look so easy,> he thought before angling into a shallow dive. There was barely enough room on the broad ledge for both of them.
Parthurnax strode confidently into the Councilroom, Kikikyo struggling to keep up. Most of the Council was already seated at the huge round table. A pair of scarlet-and-gold phoenixes rose from their seats and greeted the ancient king.
Kikikyo sttod Von awkwardly. He knew the various forms of greeting, having been drilled in them since he was a decade old. Parthurnax greeted the phoenixes, then stepped to one side.
"Lwok nitha in mirach, Kikikyo," he said. Kikikyo gathered his wits as the turkey-sized birds approached.
"Nrakka, Nucla Kikikyo," the largest of the two said. Kikikyo responded in the traditional way. Through the entire Councilmeeting, he maintained an air of perfect peace and solemnity. Inside, the young prince screamed for release.
***
Lwok nitha in mirach means "and this is my son." Nrakka, Nucla Kikikyo, means "Well-met, Prince Kikikyo." In all of the Eden Chronicles books, languages other than the character's native tongue will remain untranslated in the story. Watch for a special Artikel about the phoenix language.
Councillmeetings are full of traditions and formalities. It would be tedious to outline them all here. In the full version, this chapter will be expanded to include the whole meeting, as well as Mehr descriptions of their surroundings.
Sorry it was so short. Hope Du liked it anyway. Weiter chapter's a double feature.
Jo
IN THE Weiter CHAPTER…
Twera meets her prince and Kikikyo finds an escape. The first sparks begin to fly.
I'm cheerful on the outside yes, but under this huge hyperfilled, cheerful girl is a fragile antique.
On the outside some see me as normal oder energetic maybe the one apfel, apple with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to Zeigen the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man Weiter to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
On the outside some see me as normal oder energetic maybe the one apfel, apple with a hole in the barrel.
I'll plaster a smile every now and then to Zeigen the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.
As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.
And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.
I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.
Never did I want to ever see the true me.
The mirror breaks and the man Weiter to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.
Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.
He got the better of me and now I am no more.
"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
I am a broken-winged eagle
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.
Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.
One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway
Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
Let us hold hands in joy
Let us sit on the warm white sand
And let us watch the sun set tonight
We're gonna be a pair
We're gonna fly away
And let nobody go into our minds
Toni-i-ight
We're gonna slowly stand up
Listen to the waves
Roar and wash into the sand
And I'm gonna lean on you
Oh where were the times?
Where were the moments?
It seems like last year
When I kissed Du and locked eyes
The sun's settin
But we're never gonna leave each other
Not if we stay together
Like ever...like forever
Watch the sun set
Watch the waves roll into each other
Oh my dear,
We're gonna never be separated
Sun sets,
Waves roll,
We're gonna sleep...
Side Von side.