The Story of Hafen- PrologueA Story by IlerahA duke of the island Hafen is telling and amazing story of how he came to this position, and how he came to the island and its troubles at the time.Prologue
The
duke smiled as the boy entered the room. The curly blond hair was wet from the
rain of the storm, and the leather cloak was dripping on the ground. The
duke waved the boy to the wooden chair beside him. The boy hesitated when the
wood creaked under his feet, finally he sat down. A long silence began, so the
boy shook his head to get the rain out of his hair. The table between them had
seen many years of use along with the old house it was in. The roof was leaking
and the walls shook under the howls of the wind. “I
was wondering when you would show up.” the duke began. “I…I…I
had some… chores to do.” the boy answered. The
shaking of the boy bothered the duke, and the blanket he was wearing was not
needed. Taking it of he handed it to the boy who had no second thoughts about
taking it. The shivering of the boy slowly went away while the silence grew
longer. The
rain dripped slowly as it went through the roof and into the cups on the
ground. The duke got up and went over to a full cup, taking it to the window
and throwing the water outside. After putting it back he sat down on his chair.
The boy flinched as the chair creaked under the weight of the man. “Can you tell me what happened?” the boy asked. “It
is a long story, do you have the ti…” “Yes
I do have the time,” the boy began, “Sorry, hum… yes sir I do have the time.” “There
is no need to call me sir we are more
friends than anything.” The
boy scratched his head as he thought about it, “ok.” “Yes
it is time to tell you; after all I promised you that I would. But you must
remember that I was just a young man, and not a duke at all, and that this land
was much different, very much different.” “Very
much, that’s not right, it’s much again not very… I think.” corrected the boy. “Your
mother has taught you well, you are correct, and I was wrong. Anyways it was a
nice day, a type of day that most are very happy on, and at the time so was I.”
© 2015 IlerahAuthor's Note
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Added on May 8, 2014 Last Updated on March 7, 2015 AuthorIlerahAlberta, CanadaAboutLike writing both poems, and stories. Manly fantasy, but I like a mix. more..Writing
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