Post by Alexander on Sept 27, 2011 15:48:41 GMT -5
[/right]Another omen?...
"The Valéans came to Besaid that day... They said they were looking for a princess..."-Georges Seyfried, age 6
Besaid.
There came on that day, when the sun shone hot and bright in the blue sky above and the ocean breeze cooled the air, on the third cycle of the month, men of Valé to the small hermitage of Besaid near the great ocean.
Dain, Besaid's surrogate mayor, stood with these men of Valé within his own cottage. The Valéans were not without respect and presented themselves with honor, dignity, and an air of benevolence found only in the kingdoms that retained their former glory despite having been overcome by the shadows of the empire.
The conversation was not long lasting.
"We understand the current position Valé is in, Sir Dragnar. Though we'd like to do more to aid with the refugees, there is unfortunately very little we have to offer but clothing and a small supply of fish. As for the princess, Elina, we've not seen or heard anything of any value beside the idle ramblings of conspirators."
"Yes, I'm familiar with such idle ramblings... no truth in them at all as far as my knowledge goes. Very well then, will Besaid offer clothing to the refugees in Capital Valé and Court Seim?"
"Yes... yes of course good sir. But ... please if I may, Sir Dragnar... forgive me if this seems rude in any way but.. why has it taken King Orthus five years to seek aid in finding the Princess?"
For a moment's lasting their voices ceased. Therein was filled with only the sound of the ocean's strike against the cliffs afar off, the gulls that flew both ignorant and indifferent in the air, and the winds that shook the bamboo chimes hanging from the awnings.
"The world of politics is riddled with many things inane, Mr. Dain. Though at times certain decisions may seem unwise, or even foolish to some, such decisions have proven to be for the greater good in the end. The decisions made by King Orthus, though they appear negligent of his daughter's well being, are simply measures."
"I had no doubts in the King's decisions, though being but a simple fisherman in a village so disconnected from the rest of the kingdom, I find trouble in grasping the wisdom of our rulers."
"Understandable, Mr. Dain. In the beginning, the King strove to keep the matter away from the eyes and ears of the public. He feared the loyalty of his people would only stir them to take up arms against Odol. Should Odol gain word of even the slightest whisper of insubordination, they would surely raze Valé to the ground.
"Odol? ...Are you saying the Empire is in question?"
"No.. not exactly. It's just become common speak with the people to assume Odul's involvement in this. They forget of the ever existing threat of humanity itself. At first, King Orthus sent only a few of us to comb the known world. Of course the world, being vast, did not allow us to thoroughly conduct a proper investigation let alone to keep the matter hushed.When word of the princess finally got out four months ago, the king found it best to employ any means of help he can garner. Thus why we've come this day."
"Where was she last sighted?"
"Rocket Tow-... Forgive me, Synesta. She was apparently on a good will mission to deliver aid to the orphans and refugees being housed there."
Nostalgia.
"The old days are hard to forget, are they not, Sir Dragnar?"
"Very much so."
There was silence between the two men for another moment's span and a span as both remembered the days before, when the shadows of the empire were dispersed by the light of the Golden Age, when men were safe and all the nations prospered. When the omens that had struck spelled little consequence to the world and all was in light.
"Sir Dragnar, You can rest assure that if we've any word or sight of Princess Elina, I, personally, will make haste to the capital and present myself before the King."
"Valé thanks you, Mr. Dain. I must take my leave now. There are many more places I am needing to proceed to but I leave this parchment with you. I trust you'll display it in your villages place of prominence."
"Of course, sir."
"Farewell, Mr. Dain."
"Farewell, Sir Dragnar."
When nightfall came, when the village became lit with the light of torches and the flames that burned in the village center, the people of Besaid prayed and they're prayer went up to the very heavens in faith that the forces of a greater power were at work.
Or just some girl?...
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