A proposal of sorts

Elves of many came to see what the world was about to unleash. Murmmers ran through the crowd as we strolled into the courtyard of the kingdom. Downcast eyes as the wizards past them. It was as if a great death ahd beseeched my kingdom and all was lost for them. I tried to smile to my subjects let them know that these gifted people would not harm us any longer, but i knew that none would ever listen even if my mother had been one. And I was half witch, how could they treat me any diferently knowing that I shared their blood. It was a quiet ride into the kingdom. Longwood only spoke to patrons that stood in the way warning them that his blade was sharp and his swing was swift. I controlled the urge to laugh at his seriousness of their absentmidedness. But he was watching me from the corners of his eyes like a hawk that stalks his prey and I knew that he would be angry if I did not act as princess in front of my subjects. I pulled the horse's reigns to the right and headed to the only place that I knew as home, my father's castle. The group followed aweing and ooing at the fine crystal that the castle had been out of.  Father had said that our ancestors built the castle out of diamands. For when the sun shone upon it's surface it would blind our enemies that wanted to descend upon us in deep battle. By now that sun had set to the east and it only glittered in the sunset a deep yellow.

"Hurry my lady the feast starts very soon," Longwood leaned towards me and spoke to informally.

"Stop calling me that. You know to call me by Tear," I said harshly.

i shoved my heels into the horse and in turn she went into a full on gallop. The other's followed my lead and soon we were coming to the royal stables. Godric was close behind me as i climbed off of my horse and went to place her in a small room. He followed and satyed close as I led her into the room and petted her letting her know that she was a good horse and I would see her again in a week.

"Do you always speak to your animals so?" Godric asked.

"Only the ones that I consider my companion. Stella there saved my life once from a raging bear. I nursed her from a colt," I said softly. I didn't want to brag so I stopped my story.

"Amazing. Does she speak back to you?"

"Only when she wants to and only telepathically,"

"Awe yes. Elves and their power and closeness to nature. The immortals gave your kind the best gift of all," He said almost as if worshipping her.

"And how is this, Godric?" I asked. My curiosity was something I never kept in check.

"To be so close to mother earth is something I would give my life for," he spoke with reverence, "We may have great power but the world rejects us." He cast his eyes down and I thought at first he was crying. "Where should I put my steed?"

"Oh yes. You may put him in the room across from here." I said pointing to the empty rooms we had kept up just for our guests.

He nodded and turned from me leading his steed to the room. The stable was silent. Longwood had taken the others already to the feast and I was left with Godric. What kind of name it was. Godric Gryffindor! It surprised me when I began to laugh at the way his name sounded in my name.

"Godric Gryffindor," I said in a deep manly voice. "Godric Gryffindor, Godric Gryffindor."

I had forgotten that he was only a couple of feet from me and could her me very very clearly. I looked over and he was only staring at me with those beautiful eyes. So deep, and oh so knowing. I shut my mouth and tried to stop the blush that was now crawling up to my cheeks.

"Does my name amuse you Lady Tear?" He asked

"Just when I say it like the announcer will tonight Lord Godric," I said hoping the whole time that he was not offended by my joking.

"Well it did sound funny and I might have to keep myself from laughing when he announces my entrance this evening," he smiled as he spoke.

"I did not offend you then?"

"No Tear, you did not. I think my mother was mad when she named me. I mean look at our names they start with the same letter as our last names. I trust in you that our families were drunk on pumpkin beer when they named us," he said as he ventured back to where I now stood.

"Well I can see how they thought it would be amusing to name their children with same letter names," i spoke in a slight teacher like fashion, "But then again being drunk on pumpkin juice sounds better. May we head into the castle my lord?"

"Call me Godric or Dric," He said, "I think your father awaits and dislikes that we are alone Tear."

He was right. My father would be furious if he knew that I was alone with this man with no surpervision. I pictured my father, red faced and yelling, in my mind. I pushed the thought and image away and wrapped my cloak around me, pulling the hood up as to conceal my iddentity from the wondering subjects that came near the village. Godric folloed my gesture and covered his face as well. He knew why I did such things. He knew what great legnths we had taken to even have them in the kingdom. Wizards were hated, and notonly by my race but by every other race in the world. Muggles were slowly pushing them away to where they hid amongst them now. Other races just seperated themselves from the wizarding community all together. It was a dark world now. God was feared and hated. The immortals seemed to be having their fun with the world now. It was only a matter of time before we all turned on each other. I grabbed a latern at the door but Godric's warm hand stopped me and startled me. He shook his head and pulled his wand from his sleeve. I took a step back but he shook his head again.

"Lumos," he whispered.

The wand lit up into a plae yellow light and it eluminated our path enough for us to see. I smiled and took his hand and pulled him along to the castle doors. The ball would be about ready to start and we needed not to be late. Godric hurried ahead of me pulling me along now and when we came to the door it swung open with Longwood standing in the doorway waiting for us. He had a look of disapproval upon his face and I dropped Godric's hand hoping that Longwood had not seen.  Godric stepped around Longwood's bulky frame and vanished into the castle halls. I glared up at Longwood and he only glared back.

"Please go get ready for the ball Lady Tear," He said softly.

I stomped off around him entering the halls that I only knew too well. It was hot in the castle. Mainly becuase of all the torches that were lit and burning in the castle today. Father had said the ball was important. The wizards had a proposal and they had chosen to speak with the elves first. "A great honor" father had said when I  had asked why they, their enemies had been chosen first. That was the only response I had been given and it had irritated me to the point that I had at least once refused to escort the group to our kingdom. It had been a heated arguement that father had won. I slipped into my room unnoticed and let a deep breath that I had been holding out. My dress layed on the bed. IT had been chosen while I had been out in the woods. A deep silk red with flames that rose to the bosom. It had been my mother's and I was to wear it tonight. I smiled softly and pulled my dress above my head and threw it to the stone floor. It was a large room. One of the largest rooms in the castle and one of the coldest ones. It was made completely in black stone and it felt sorta gothic in it's attire. The large bed was something that my father had insisted on even though no one was sharing my bed with me. I chuckled at that thought. I would invite Godric to my bed if I were to know that he would return the favor.

"Silly Tear," I spoke outloud.

No one would hear me here. Even if I spoke loudly of my intentions. The large thick stone made the room almost sound proof. I could have screamed and no one would have heard me unless the were at the door. I pulled my mother's dress on and straightened it out around my body. It brought out my red hair and the color of my eyes. LIke to pools of sparkling water. My mother's eyes and hair according to my father. I took a brush from my vanity and began to brush the tangles from my hair. It was something I did before each ball and I would not stop this tradition even if it were to make me late. And by now I knew that the ball was to be started in no more then five minutes to pass. My hair was smooth when i ventured into the hallway. It was empty the ball was about to begin and no soul was to be in the halls during it. Well damn this if I am to be late, I will make a great entrance. I ran down the hall towards the ball room as the music began. I ran past the group of wizards and witchs and entered the room as they began to announce the group. I silently traced my steps to the seat next to my father and waited for the ceremony to begin. Many muttered at my abrupt but stunning entrance to the feast. I smiled softly and leaned to my father as he wished to speak to me. 

"You are unexcusibly late young one, I will deal with you after this is all finished," he whispered to me in an undeniable rage. 

I flustered, how could I just be so stupid. My father would surely make me do castle chores for the next six seasons just as a small punishment. I sighed and leaned back into a straight position. The grand hall was filled with elves, no wizards had been or were allowed to be here. It was the rules of the old elves. The martyed king, my ancestor. The past elven kingdoms had hated the wizards for the gifts that the immortals had bestowed upon them. Mortals who had been given the gift of magic. At first the world had been set a flame. Wizards tried to control the whole world in their unimaginable lust for power. It had started the war that was still strong even after the wizards had proven to be changed. The immortals were thought to have made a mistake to bestow such great powers upon the mortals. Their response: All races were once mortal. All had done such things that the wizards had done. Even now the elves believed that they were pure when they fought to control their lands. The immortals had dismissed the war as thoughtless but needed. Tear had been told that the wizards were unpredictable race. A race that you should never trust. Longwood had brought a sword when they had gone to excort the group back to the castle. Tear had not. She would trust them until they proved untrustworthy. It was her ways of course and her father blamed it on her being half witch. She said it was just the way she thought all people should be treated. The grand hall quieted as the wizards and witches were announced. One by one they entered the great feasting hall.

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[Sean M. Addams]

i liked this chapter alot too... so far i think your doing great on this..can't wait to read more!!