Original Stories by Ellyn Heald

Wednesday, November 22, 2000
With a content, filled stomach, which was once only the occupant of one "meal" a day, Eomyrleaned back in his chairwith his arms outstretched to the magnificent ceiling. Andrewis hadn't noticed that the ceiling he looked upon was painted with a crest of arms for the land of Sorbiette.
A drastically real-looking full moon was surrounded by a vine of roses around the perimeter. Twinkling stars were painted in on the royal blue background. A gold shooting star shot to the right of the moon, and on top of the magnificent mural, with his arms outstretched above the painting, was the portrait of Arathorn himself. In his recognizable dramatic robes, the painting was a complete masterpiece.
" What a splendid dinner, yes it was!" Arathorn began to cla and all around him an uproar of applause burst from the crowd. " But I'm afraid it's time for bed." With that Lords and Ladies, Advisors and Scribes slepily pushed back their chairs with a sigh of content. " Now Andrewis, about your quest. I didn't expect anything else to happen, but unfortunately at dinner tonight, I'm afraid I recieved a rather terrible report. " What? What happened? What is it your highness?" Questioned Eomyr. " Well you see, it is all like a story, and it's like this: Marvolor was once on our side, in fact he was Head Advisor, he and I were actually good friends... But on some nights you could hear cackling, or moaning traveling from his quarters. He was slowly being transformed to the Evil Force. What caused this was unknown, some force. He turned against us, fled to the palace to the forest to his evil deeds. He was later accused of murder in villages, kidnapping, and dark magic. But then, over time, he began to lose power. Except Marvolor would not stop evil. That was when, with the last of his power, he invented that demon mirror. Anyone who gazed upon it or held it in their hands, would get the soul of happiness and life sucked from them. The victims would then obey the Evil Force, or terrorize like Marvolor, the creator of the mirror. That was when Saruman, my good friend, retrieved it to me. It was a miracle he wasn't affected, even with that thick cloth wrapped around it. I promised to rid of it, so I smashed it with a mallet, and put the pieces in a sack, in a small cage, which was locked in the dungeon. 13 years had passed, and the mirror was almost forgotten , then, a fortnight ago, the contents were stolen. "Yes? And what happened then? What else happened?" Asked Eomyr. We knew the only way to steal it was by dark magic, because I threw the key into the moat. And what I just found out tonight was, someone in this palace, possibly lurking in the corridors at this very moment, could be a traitor, working for Marvolor, or Marvolor himself.
posted by Ellyn at 1:47 PM