Tales of 5 Kingdoms - Story 3: Alex and Kivi Part 1

The Kingdom of Siqua was one of the most beautiful Kingdoms in the land especially in the Spring. The trees that lined the salmon colored cobblestone streets were full of falling blossoms in white and pink. The colorful houses lined the sat peacefully in a row as the residents, just as colorful, played right outside. And at the end of the street was the grandest castle in the land of Quinque. There lived King Alexander; his wife, Charlotte; and their beautiful daughter, Alexandria who ruled over this happy land.

And what a happy day indeed! For Princess Alexandria, or as most called her Alex, was turning 18 today and the entire Kingdom was invited to her birthday party.

Alex stood in her dressing room as three ladies fiddled with her elaborate hair and large pink dress. "Oh, Alex, you look like a dream!" said the tallest, skinniest woman who was working on her hair.

"Thank-you, Margaret," Alex said. "But really it's because this dress you made is amazing."

Down below with a mouth full of pins the larger lady who was fixing her hem said, "Alex always looks like a dream. We barely did anything."

"Thank-you, Sylvia," she said.

"Oh, we'd do anything for you, dear," the third lady who was the smallest said as she put a silver heart shaped necklace around Alex's neck.

The three stepped in front of Alex to admire their work. Alex's long blond hair fell in large curls around her shoulders and back with the midsection pulled up in the back of her head making a bump. Her dress fit her petite frame perfectly. The top was made of a light-pink, metallic fabric with silver sequins and her sleeves went to her mid-forearm. The bottom of her dress puffed out, the top layer was a slightly darker pink then the top. And it laid on top of about ten fluffy white layers. Margaret was right, Alex did look like a dream. Alex couldn't help but smile at herself in the mirror behind the women.

"You're done," Margaret said extending her arms and smiling at Alex.

Alex curtsied at the ladies and turned to leave the dressing room but right before she got to the door she felt the top of her head and turned in alarm. "My tiara!" she exclaimed. "We forgot my tiara!"

Sylvia immediately grabbed the tiara from it's stand and put it snuggly on Alex's bump. "I'm so sorry, dear."

Alex sighed a breath of relief. "I'm a princess," she said. "I never go anywhere without my tiara." She adjusted the tiara and walked out, head held high.

"Enjoy the party, dear," the shortest one yelled after her.

Realizing that she was running late, Alex picked up the hem of her dress and started moving quickly down the corridor towards the ballroom until she saw her parents standing in front of the doors that led to the ballroom. She instead dropped her hem and approached her parents in a respectful manner. "Father. Mother," she said nodding at them. "Shouldn't you be in the ballroom greeting our guests?"

Her father spoke first. "We wanted to see our beautiful little princess first. Happy birthday, Alex."

Alex kissed her father on the cheek. "Thank-you, Father."

Her mother then stepped forward and gave her a hug. "Oh, you look all grown up! Pretty soon you'll be running this Kingdom. Where does the time go?" She stood back to look at her daughter. "It seems just like yesterday you were our perfect little baby and now you're a full grown princess!"

"And quite a charming one at that," King Alexander added.

"Thank-you, Mother," Alex said giving her mother a kiss on the cheek.

"Well, we'd better go. We'll see you in there," her father said kissing the top of Alex's head. The footmen then opened the door for the King and his partner.

Alex waited patiently in the corridor for her father to make his speech and for the footmen to open the door. Once they did, Alex stepped in lightly her head held high, her back straight, slowly waving her hand. She smiled brightly as she faced her people.

Immediately the people yelled and cheered, calling her name and saying kind things. Alex stepped forward to the banister and stopped waving to blow a kiss. The people cheered even louder. King Alexander stepped forward taking the Princesses arm.

Just as he was about to lead her down the stairs they heard gunshots and a commotion in the back. A guard told Alex and her father to get down and they obeyed.

The people of Siqua started started to scream and back up and Alex was able to see the Fortis soldiers that were terrorizing her people. Alex was alarmed, the people of Siqua and the people of Fortis had been at war since the two Kingdoms were created but neither side had ever made it to the castle. Both mostly just fought defensively.

A few Fortis soldiers saw Alex and her parents and started to go towards them. Alex's father turned to her with wide eyes. "The secret exit! Go! Now!" he yelled at her shoving her away.

"I can't abandon my people!" she yelled, tears starting to stream down her face. "I'll stay and fight!"

"No, Alexandria," her father said sternly, "Our people need a King! Come back when it's safe."

"But-"

"Go!" he yelled giving her one final push.

Alex ran as fast as she could lifting her dress as she ran. Some of the Fortis soldiers started to chase her and were getting closer as she couldn't run very quickly in heels. But right before they got to her, one of her soldiers stepped in allowing her to get away.

She ran into the kitchen where a servant upon seeing her stepped into the fireplace and opened the trap door underneath to let Alex through. Alex quickly thanked her servant dropped through hearing the door slam shut behind her.

Alone, Alex got her hands and knees and started to crawl through the narrow passage way that led underneath the Kingdom's North Wall. She crawled through the end of the long tunnel and started climbing the wooden ladder. Once she got to the top she started to push on the ceiling with all her might with one hand. When that didn't work she secured her feet on the rung of her ladder and started to push with both her hands. Finally the dark-wood trap door swung open with a satisfying whoosh.

She stepped through to the light and looked around. Behind her was the Northern wall standing high. In front of her were the woods. She had gotten out of the Kingdom but she wasn't free yet. She closed the trap door and tried to hide it as best she could and then she bolted for the woods.

She tried to wipe the tears away from her face while trying to keep her dress up and her tiara on. She stepped into a large mud puddle and her heel got stuck sending her tumbling into that mud and into some bushes. She got up and started to limp until she found a small clear puddle.

She stared at her reflection. The princess that had been put together so nicely just about an hour earlier was now in pieces. She had mud and branches in her hair, her tiara was now crooked and the bump it sat on was messed up. Black eye make-up ran down her cheeks. She wasn't even sure what had happened to her necklace but that as well as one of her shoes was missing. Her once beautiful pink dress was now brown and torn up.

Alex glared at her reflection and then deciding she couldn't go any further plopped down in the mud and started to bawl.

My Boyfriend, Cupid Part 2

My Boyfriend, Cupid Part 1

During the ride to Chase's house Gale used the opportunity to catch up with her sons lives but she mostly talked about her time in Africa. Chase lived in a small two story house that looked a lot his neighbors. It had gray stucco and some faux stone siding. It looked completely normal on the outside but once we walked in I was surprised how feminine it looked. It was exactly how I would decorate my house; red fresh roses on the table on a white table cloth, heart-shaped decor on the wall, and it all looked incredibly clean.
"Uh, Bridgette, I guess you can sleep in the front room. I'm sorry, I really wasn't expecting you," Chase told me. It had already been decided that Gale was going to be sleeping in Todd's bedroom and Todd was going to sleep in the living room.
"That's okay, Bridgette, I can sleep in the front room, you can have the living room," Todd said. "After all you're the guest."
"Thank-you, Todd," I said. I could see the living room from the kitchen so I just went and put my suitcase down in a inconspicuous place and went back to the kitchen.
Chase stood by himself cooking dinner. "My mom and Todd are getting my mom settled in upstairs," he said. "You like macaroni? It's my mom's favorite so I thought that I'd make it for her since she just got home."
"Yeah, I like it," I said.
"So, Bridgette, why were you in Africa?" he asked me.
"Well," I started. "Before I left I was engaged to this guy. And, well, I loved him a ton. He lived kind of far away so I dropped out of school and quit my job and moved out there. And then when I got there . . . I caught him kissing another girl. On top of that he told me that he was planning on breaking up with me anyway but he 'didn't want me to think that it was about this other girl.' Needless to say, I was heart-broken. So I did what any rational person would do in my case and sold my stuff and moved to Africa."
"I see," he said.
"It was really good for me though. I stopped thinking about myself for once and started thinking about others. It really gave me perspective about what was important. I sort of wish I could of stayed there forever." I took a breath. "I guess I always knew I was only going to be there for a year but I didn't think about where I was going to stay when I got back. Sorry to put you in a such an awkward position. I thought Gale had asked you."
He chuckled. "It's really okay, honestly, I don't mind you staying here as much as I made it sound. My mom just never asks me anything. She didn't even ask me to take Todd when she left. She just sort of told me a week before she left that she was going to Africa and I asked her where Todd was saying. She was like 'with you of course, silly.'"
"She didn't even ask!?"
"Yeah, and I wasn't exactly in a position to take him in. But, what can I say, he's my brother, I would do anything for him," he said.
"That is so sweet! I wish I had a brother like you, my older brother and I aren't even talking," I said.
He just gave me a confused look.
"We kinda got into a fight at my mom's funeral and haven't talked since," I said.
"Ah," he said. He just looked at for a little while then he asked, "Bridgette, would you like to go out with me this Friday?"
I smiled. "Your mom did say that we'd be perfect for each other. So, why not?" I said trying to playful. My heart started beating faster.
He smiled back. "Never thought I'd date a girl that my mom wants me to be with," he said.

Tale of 5 Kingdoms

This will be filled in as I write more of these.

The Queen Who Never Smiled
Part 1

The Rebellion of Angustus

Alex and Kivi
Part 1

The Five Princes

The Bravest of Alta

The Robot, the Wizard, and the Popstar Episode 1: Part 1

This is another one that I wanted to to be a TV show, so the format might be a little weird.

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Misty was Dr. Williams greatest creation, his proudest moment. Yet she lied there, lifeless, her hands folded on her chest. Her two pigtails hung to the side of her innocent-looking face. She wore a dark red shirt which ruffled on the bed she was lying on. She wore dark blue jeans with white flowers at the bottom and black flats. She hadn't moved for ten years and then suddenly her eyes opened glowing bright red, a mischievous smile flickered on her face.


Owen sat alone in his magic shop. He was a lanky man, tall and skinny, with messy brown hair and a look on his face that always looked like a combination of confused and concerned. He played with a slinky on his desk as he waited for a customer to come in. It was a small shop with magic kits, costumes, and other various items. Typically his customers were kids looking for a way to spend their allowance or adults looking for something to get their nieces and nephews for his birthday. He did have a few magic enthusiasts who would come in regularly and knew him by name but even they only came in once a month or less. Business was rare so he spent most of his time alone, worrying about paying next months rent.

Today had been especially worrisome and lonely as he hadn't gotten business for the last 3 days. Not even someone who was only interested in looking around while they waited for a table at the Mexican Restaurant down the street. He laid his head on his hand, shutting his eyes, almost giving up hope when he heard the bell hanging above his door ring. His head immediately shot up. The girl who had just wandered into his shop smiled sweetly at him. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

"Welcome to the House of Power," he said throwing his hand in the air, sparks flying out. "How may I help you?"

She came over to the counter where she put a teen magazine down. She flipped it open. "I'm looking for them," she said pointing to a picture of smiling boys.

"Regular Paranoia," he said. "Oh, yeah, I heard they were in town performing. But, uh, not this town. They're performing in Denver."

She cocked her head to the side. "They're here? That will make my job easier," she muttered to herself. "I'm Misty." She jutted out her hand and smiled at him.

"Owen," he said.

"Owen, I like you. I sense power in you," she said.

This startled Owen a bit. He wasn't use to such boldness, nor was he used to people associating him with power. Pathetic, maybe, but never power. "Oh?" he asked. "Well, I do do magic."

Suddenly an almost evil expression took over Misty's face. "You must help me take over the world! We will start with these guys. With my weapons and your magic, they'll have no choice but to surrender and give us the world!" She laughed cruelly.

Tales of 5 Kingdoms - Story 1: The Queen Who Never Smiled Part 1

This is definitely how I've felt sometimes.  I was inspired to write this story when I was in my bed feeling quite lonely.  Please don't be offended or off put about the depressing nature of this story and the main protagonist.  I realize there are many false-hoods about this story, but these represent my own opinions of how depression works and what it means.

Once upon a time there was a land named Quinque.  On this land five different kingdoms were settled.  The first tale begins in the Kingdom Mirable ruled by Queen Sara.

Mirable has had it's hardships in the past but now is a joyous, self-sufficient kingdom where all the people have plenty to eat, their is plenty of work for the people to do, and crime rates are at an all time low.  The people are happy and have time to celebrate and to enjoy life.  For this they have Queen Sara to thank.

Queen Sara is one of the most generous rulers the people of Mirable have ever have.  The second she came into power she sold many of the unnecessary possessions her family had and managed to get the kingdom out of debt among the other kingdoms.  She was able to get the people to chip in to get more public services so that everyone had a place to stay and food to eat.  She spends every day among the people of her kingdom serving them and parting with her own goods faster then she asks for goods of others.  And if she does it is only to help those in her kingdom in need of help.  The people of Mirable love Queen Sara but one thing about the queen disturbs them.

The queen, although living in one of the prosperous times of her kingdom, seems to be always be sad.  Not a single soul in Mirable can say that they have ever seen Queen Sara smile.  This is her tale.

Queen Sara sat in the middle of her bed staring at the curtains above her.  Once again she hadn't been able to sleep.  Tonight she had been thinking about how lonely she was.  She hated how huge her bed was, it made her feel even more lonely.  Sure the palace was filled with workers, some of them would even be awake already getting ready for the day, but she still felt like she was all alone.

Her family was long gone at this point.  Sara thought about them, her mother in particular.  Her mother had been a lot like her.  That is, she had been depressed like Sara.  She would spend many days in bed.  She would cry multiple times a month.  She remembered the day her mother had died.  Her mother had called her in to be at the side of her bed.

"I worry about you, Sara," her mom said putting her hand on Sara's cheek.  "I see a lot of me in you and I worry you may never be happy no matter how good things are for you."

Sara thought about this.  "What can I do to be happy?" she asked.

"I don't know, my child.  Whatever you do, don't be self-indulgent.  This won't make you happy.  You cannot fill your life with things and expect those things to fill in the gap.  Your father, he's what made me happy.  And you, my dear.  You've always been such a good child.  Such a generous child," she said smiling a little bit.  "Don't change, Sara.  Don't get greedy."

Sara thought about this often.  It was true what made Sara most happy of all was to see others happy.  Yet, no matter how much this happened Sara always felt heavy like she had to carry a weight with her.

Depression is what the doctors diagnosed her with.  Severe depression.  They were surprised that Sara was able to function in society as well as she did.  "It's hard," Sara admitted, "Sometimes I feel like giving up but I have a duty to fulfill.  The days I feel like not getting out of bed or not working I simply think of the children and those who are suffering that I have the ability to help.  That's what gets me out of bed.  My people are what makes me happy"

"Of course," the doctor said.  "But yet, you never smile even when your people are happy."

"Queen Sara?" she heard one of the girls that worked in her palace come in.  Was it time to wake up already?

"Yes," the queen said.  "I'm awake."

The girl smiled, gave a quick bow to her queen, and then left.

The queen unwrapped herself from her covers and got out of bed.  She walked down the cold stone stairs to a table that was much to long.  On the end was her breakfast; eggs, bacon, and toast.  She sat down by herself once again filled with a feeling of extreme loneliness but luckily for her it was not for long.