Writing Uprising of Chaos [17+ V,L]

[Aberinkula]

[COLOR="DarkSlateGray"][SIZE="1"]I've had this chapter saved on my Microsoft word program for awhile. I've abanded this for awhile because of the lack of creativity I've had. But I'd like to share this chapter with you guys. I'd love to see what you guys think before I continue. I happen to have a fragment of chapter two done that will be saved for later as it is not finished.[/SIZE]

[CENTER][SIZE="4"][FONT="Arial Black"]Uprising of Chaos[/FONT][/SIZE]
[B]By:[/B] Richard "Premonition" O.
[B]Chapter 1: [/B]Conflict[/CENTER]

[FONT="Georgia"][B][U]THE[/U][/B] people of Anagorith called it Marognar. But the people in the kingdom of Üradeel call it the [I]?City of tears.? [/I]Nothing remains there anymore. What was once the greatest city in all of the land; has become a desolate wasteland. During the War of Tranadoor a battle destroyed the city and everything inside it. The king of the land called this the battle of tears. The destruction of such a great city drove the king to suicide, leaving his throne empty. This kingdom became forgotten, as did the truth behind the war. Now the City of tears stands as a monument to the war, and all who died within the city?s walls.

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Üranorht the II, king of Üradeel sat in his throne, sitting beside him was an empty chair no one had sat I for years. The king was all alone, no one to bring him happiness. Despite the sadness, the king kept is country clean and peaceful. Yet only three years ago that stopped shortly. The death of the country?s queen shook the land. A symbol to the prosperity within the kingdom and a loving person to all...was gone. She was killed by her son.

Alnagor was to be the king someday, but he was ever so evil. He seemed like a fair young man, but inside he was a cold-hearted son to a warm-hearted king. Now he is inside a cell deep within the castle?s basement. Rotting away with no remorse for what he had done. How he become so cold is a mystery to all but him.

The king was reading over a piece of parchment written by another king. The kingdom of Üradeel has been bickering with the kingdom of Aquandare for some time now. They started fighting when [I]?Üradeel?s Gate? [/I]- the entrance to the kingdom - was took out by a suspected Aquandareian spy. That?s what the public was told anyways.

Dow the hallways, a knight walked towards the throne room, he held another piece of paper signed by King Ashnare, king of Aquandare. He walked down the white halls while his armor clanked, an echo of the metal rang through the hallways. The man?s name was Constantine Grimsaleth. Born under poverty, Constantine was criticized by the other boys around his town. Yet he was born with a very incredible ability; the ability to use magic. An art that is only blessed to members of royalty. The king decided to appoint him head of the knight?s and he has been respected ever since.

Constantine was a very carefree young man with a very high sense of justice. He was very fond of the king he worked for, as was the king fond of him. The king felt Constantine had potential. After the prince was thrown into the dungeon, the king announced that Constantine would be the next king of Üradeel.

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Constantine walked into the throne room. He looked at the king who was still reading the other letter. the king had a very disgusted look on his face. The king?s attention was diverted by Constantine?s presence. He crumpled up the letter and tossed it aside.

[B]?Ah, Constantine, I see you're here. What have you got in your hand??[/B] the king asked. Constantine looked at the note and put it the king?s hand.

[B]?It?s a note from King Ashnare. He?s threatening us? again.? [/B]Constantine waited for the king to yell, but instead a very discreet chuckle came out of the king?s mouth. [B]?What?s the matter my lord?? [/B]Constantine asked. The king threw the note out the window, he stopped laughing.

[B]?It seems that old fool wishes to raid the kingdom tonight, with what? They hardly have any airships or dragons to attack us with. Futile effort nonetheless. But we can never be too safe.?[/B]

[B]?What do you propose we do??[/B] Constantine asked. The king nodded.

[B]?Get the hovers ready, gather a few troops; then stand guard. I?m sure they can?t get in any other way.?[/B] the king stood up and walked to his room. Constantine looked out the window to see a storm coming. He looked at the throne, there he would sit some day. But that day would perish soon enough.[/COLOR][/FONT]