Apples For Bode - PrologueIntro; explanation; call this what you like
Alright. For starters, my name is Chase Haddon, and where I'm starting my story is in my sophomore year at high school. But you need a little more history before I just begin rolling, here. I'm going to try to put things as clear and clean as possible, though it may be confusing and hard to get over anyway. Bear with me; I don't consider myself the best storyteller, but this had to be told one way or another, and I'm you're best shot at it. I do have a few additions by others who were involved, so you won't get bored by just my point of view.
Deep breath. Okay.
I will let you know that I'm pretty normal, or, at least as normal as someone like me can get. But I'm still different. It may be hard to understand, but you see, I am a demon. It's strange and somewhat complicated, but that's what I am. I was a human a long time ago, and I remember it like it was just an earlier part of my life, but some things happen that can really change you.
Klave-Rand - The Beginning of the JourneyKlave-Rand 7; 1,722
Before I tell of my day, I want to give a description of how I received this diary. I got it only yesterday, so telling this shouldn't be long. Though, I should mention, I do go into detail as if I were writing a book.
I stood in the shipyard in my coat and bonnet, my hands in gloves holding onto my two carrying bags. Sniffing the air, first I wrinkled my nose in disgust, then I breathed in the fresh feeling of the ocean. The ocean was always new, always changing. There was never the same salt in the same place, never the same fish, because everything in the ocean moved. Just like me. I was moving, changing, at that very moment. I would miss living in Lovence, but I had welcomed the idea of sailing to Peventry. My mother began straightening my coat.
"Now remember," she began, already sounding like she would start bursting into tears, with a pinch of fussiness. "You are going to be living in the finest palace there is. Here, let me retie your bonnet." She loosed the
Klave-Rand - Getting Used To ThingsUannau 3; 1,722
I would say that even though my first days here in Peventry turned out to be quite the disappointment, I've come to understand a few things:
The king never comes to dinner with everyone else.
Furmish rolls are like apples. Eating one every day is very healthy for you. Therefore, I receive a furmish roll for every meal possibly just to save the fact that I'd never had one in my life and I might as well catch up now.
Girls are allowed the same education as boys, unlike in Lovence where my lessons had to be specialized. But there is absolutely no one who teaches Singuine, one or two learned in Butanyan, and Kartekkan hasn't even been heard of.
I will be meeting eligible young men over the course of the year in hopes of me finding my future husband.
My fencing instructor, however amiable he is (said with deep sarcasm), is the teacher for nearly everything, which includes dancing. Fortunately, he will only need to teach me dance when the time comes to prepare for a ball held
Klave-Rand - The Fencing LessonHuansey 27; 1,722
A fencing lesson. That's all it was. And yet somehow it turned almost literally into a duel for the death. It made me so angry it was difficult to control myself.
So, I arrive for the lesson in the courtyard this afternoon, all in my gear and prepared to show the king just how far I've gotten on my fencing skills, thinking that I might gain some great new knowledge. And who do I meet? Diary, I give you another description:
As I waited in ever-waning patience, I'm expecting the man to appear, perhaps along with some young royal to watch him throughout the lesson. Soon, a young man who couldn't possibly be any older than twenty approached me, looking just about ready to duel with me.
"Hello," he said, politely enough.
"Hello," I replied, expecting him to be the young bystander I'd anticipated the king would bring along. But this young man was alone. I quietly stood and waited for the king himself to arrive. I didn't look twice at the other.
"Excuse me," he said. "But wh
Anastasia and Rowl - The Sun Inside The MoonShe could go no further without jumping off, which she knew would result in injury or death, but if she didn't, the demons would be on top of her for sure. In making the decision, she slowed before she reached the end of the roof. She looked over the edgethe ground was at least three stories belowand then looked back. The doggish demons were licking their chops as they greedily advanced on her. Anastasia closed her eyes and jumpedbut she didn't land.
Something had caught on her, and Anastasia watched the ground moving fast below her. She was rising high above the roof tops of the town, and gradually traveling lighter. Looking up, Anastasia yelped in surprise as she found a man holding her up in the air, moving her along. They were flying! The demons were nowhere to be found.
"Good day!" the man said to her brightly. He looked down at her like some happy-go-lucky traveler who made a daily activity of flying. It certainly made Anastasia speechless. She could only stare
Anastasia and Rowl - A Brother's MeetingWoeck suddenly recognized a presence nearby. This one he hadn't felt in a long time, but it was too unique for him not to recall the feeling of it. Landing on the rocks below him, Woeck followed the sense toward an alcove nearly hidden by a pile of rocks that seemed to have come from a recent landslide.
Wizard Woeck wasn't the only one alert. Rowl had felt the presence as well, actually long before Woeck had, and he had instinctively wrapped his wings closer around Anastasia, hoping to disguise himself as a hibernating beast. He knew that Woeck wasn't as learned as he was, so his opponent might not recognize the cover. In all attempts to hide Anastasia, he lay silent and stationary as he heard Woeck land outside the cave.
It was all Rowl could do not to feel tense, because then Woeck would feel the tension in the air and the disguise would give way. The wizard's heavy, brutish breath could be heard, like the panting of a bear. So Woeck had become one of them as well. If Rowl's eyes wer