Something Different :P

Today, I decided to keep my word to you, my most devoted readers, and I found something else.  Now feel free to laugh at it, as I wrote it a couple of years ago, and it isn't exactly my best work.  But anyway here's the beginning to a short story I wrote:

“A story! A story!” Cried the various sized children as they situated themselves on the floor. Before them stood a radiant, young woman. Overpoweringly graceful, she was admired by all who knew her. Staring at them with emerald eyes, she pushed a lock of her glorious, red hair behind her ear, and prepared herself for the telling of a wondrous tale.
They sat in an immense, marble bedroom, though some looked slightly out of place. Wearing robes and rags, children sat with each other, paying no attention to rank or class. Positioning themselves around the young lady in the bed, they all sat in rapt attention.

“Alright,” she said, getting herself settled in the oversized divan, “it began like this…”

Crying permeated the night, as a woman wept over the now tear stained letter she clutched in her hand. Careful not to wake up his sister, her youngest, now only son, crept down the stairs to comfort her. Quietly, he held his mother; her tears soaking through his tunic and dampening his skin. When there were no more tears left to cry, he still held her until she finally slipped into slumber. Picking up his mother’s slight form, he walked into her room and settled her in the bed. After he was sure she was in a comfortable position, he gently plucked the wrinkled paper from her hands.

He walked out of the bedroom and perched on the edge of a chair. Beginning to read, he discovered the reason for his mother’s wailing. “No,” he whispered softly as a tear glided down his cheek. When he had pulled himself together, he made his eyes meet the words so hurriedly written on the page. His brother was dead, killed in another man’s fight, and he, Taliesin, was expected to take his place. Who would be cruel enough to take the youngest son of a woman who had already lost her husband, and now oldest son for the cause? Glaring at the paper in his hands, he felt anger coursing through his veins, but along with it a keen sadness. Unsteadily he moved to the couch and lay there sobbing until slumber claimed him for its own.

~ Lei