Atira, My Home

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
this was origanly meant to be a novel, but i needed to write a short story about belonging for my english class so i turned it into a short story. I am still hoping to turn it into the novel and maybe just use this as the prologue. im not to sure how to summarise it so read and enjoy =)

Submitted: November 09, 2010

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Atira, My Home
 
My people come from a long and peaceful heritage. There was a time when we walked the land free of fear, children could run around in the meadow playing with the fairies; in fact you’re lucky if you see any fairies these days.
We lived a blissful life, until one day our king, Tashanii was found dead lying in his bed one evening. King Tashanii was the best leader you could hope for. He was kind and gentle, but he was also stern and dangerous. Prince Zahin, his oldest son, was the one who found him. Zahin immediately called for help while he tried relentlessly to heal his father, but grief and panic weakened Zahin’s powers and he was unable to save him.
King Tashanii also had another son, Caith. Naturally, it was accepted that the eldest step up to become King, and Zahin accepted this honour dutifully and righteously. However, Caith did not agree with this. He claimed that he should be king, and demanded Prince Zahin to step down. When Zahin refused, Caith became monstrous.
“You challenge me brother?” Caith roared as they burst out into the garden court. “I should be King! I am stronger than you! You could not even heal our father from a simple poison!”
“A poison?” Zahin asked with bewilderment painted on his tanned face.
“Surely you knew?” Caith sniggered, his murky brown eyes gleaming, “I poisoned him. He was getting too nosey.”
“You... wait, too nosey about what?” Zahin asked, snapping into duty.
“Never you mind brother.”
With this, Caith disappeared, along with two dozen men, who later took over the south island of Atira, which is now called Rhyehain.
For many years there were whispers. Caith was building a fierce army not just of humans, but of monstrous creatures. These creatures were of the most pure evil ever created- an abomination- and Caith controlled them all. However, they were only whispers, and King Zahin refused to believe that his little brother could do something so immoral and evil.
 Zahin believed there was good in everyone, that there was nothing you could do that could not be forgiven. Oh how wrong he was.
It was the tenth anniversary of King Tashanii’s death, and we all gathered around the largest meadow to morn his death. That was the last of our peace time.
Caith entered at the meadow’s edge with an arrogant stance, snaring at King Zahin. Every one froze, staring at a murderer who had not been seen in a decade.
“Hello brother” Caith spat. As though his words broke a spell, everyone panicked. Mothers and children were screaming out in fear, and calling to one another. Grabbing their children they fled the meadow seeking shelter but did not get far.
Caith’s beasts emerged from the shadows, growling through their black pointed teeth. On all fours they were as large as a man, with shaggy grey and black coats of hair and bright red piercing eyes.
Our soldiers were fast, but the beasts were faster. We lost half our population on that long and horrific day. Eventually we gained the upper hand, forcing Caith’s army to retreat, but that was just the beginning.
There were smaller attacks constantly after that, until Caith decided to take what he hoped was his final stand. They came through the Forrest quietly and cunningly. King Zahin was out with his daughter, (his only family as the mother died giving birth) when he heard a noise from behind. Caith was approaching with what seemed to be an endless army behind him.
Zahin turned back to his daughter, “Run. You are the leader now. Never forget that I love you”, he said before taking his bow and arrow from their sheaths, readying himself for the attack.
*
They were the last words my father said to me and I will always remember them. I gave him one last look, then turned and ran for the trees. I ran to the nearest village and told them what had happened. I was their leader now, and it was up to me to save them. I sent messengers to warn and prepare the other villages while we all prepared for battle. 
They moved impossibly fast and attacked without enough warning, seizing the land.
*
We have been in battle for days now. I am fighting as hard as I can, but I feel like I am standing outside the door and the door is locked. These are my people. My father, King Zahin died for these people and I am prepared to do the same. I cannot just stand by while these monsters destroy our home and everything we have lived for. I will do everything in my power to protect my people and my land. I will unlock that door and I will make my father proud.
My name is Ariel, and Atira is my home.


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