Original MRS Chronicles

[Bones]

Ok I thought I would give this writing malarkey a try. So I hope that you will like it. I'm just gonna see how it goes so....

[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]MRS CHRONICLES[/FONT]​

[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]The Defender's Guild[/FONT]​

[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]Chapter 1 – The Passing[/FONT]​

[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]In a quiet town of Ronoca, in the land of Katwan, lived a mixture of races, from the intellectual Felon, with fur covering every inch of their bodies and their sharp, narrow eyes, to the Huma, the race with fair smooth skin and wide eyes, not to mention the button like noses.[/FONT]​

[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]One day a young Huma girl, with long and wavy brown hair that blew in the cool winds of Ronoca was walking to a tall building in a busy neighbourhood, as she looked at the building, the sun was shining in her eyes, her eyes looked like water, a cool blue, and she bore a distinctive mark in one of those pools of blue, like a very small green star. As she entered the building a taller looking girl, with short blonde hair, big round blue eyes, and a very annoyed look on her face walked towards her.[/FONT]​

“[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]Where have you been?” asked the older girl, sounding disappointed,[/FONT]​

“[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]I was busy running errands dear sister, surely you know that I am working for more than one person.” replied the younger Huma, with a humorous look on her face.[/FONT]​

“[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]Well mother has been expecting you, she was crying in her sleep again, shouting your name and she kept repeating the word Xantius.” replied the sister, not impressed with the girl's attitude.[/FONT]​

“[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]Xantius?” replied the young girl, shock in her expression, and before the older sister could reply, the young girl ran up the flight of stairs into a cold room. In the cold room was only a bed, and led in the bed was a woman, her face twisting itself, showing expressions of pain, as the young girl entered the room the woman slowly opened her eyes.[/FONT]​

“[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]Mother?” said the girl, hoping to get a reply.[/FONT]​

“[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]Morica,” replied Mother, “Morica, it's time.”[/FONT]​

“[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]What do you mean 'it's time'? Mother I don't understand.” [/FONT]​

“[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]Xantius, he is coming for you, and I am not able to protect you any more, your sister does not have the power to protect you either, and my time is almost up”[/FONT]​

“[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]Mother don't say that, please! Don't give up now!” at this point Morica was starting to cry.[/FONT]​

“[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]My darling daughter, you have a unique power, only you can use it Morica, others will try to use it for evil deeds, Xantius will use it for evil deeds, you must not allow that to happen,” and with the little energy she had left, she reached for a locket that was placed at the side of her bed and placed it in Morica's hands.[/FONT]​

“[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]This will harness your power Morica, take it to Agent S of the Defender's Guild, he will be able to help you.”[/FONT]​

“[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]Mother...” sobbed Morica, tears rolling town her lily white cheeks[/FONT]​

“[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]Protect Gracia and protect this planet, my child. I will always watch over you, my two wonderful daughters, I....love....you...”[/FONT]​

[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]And as mother sighed her last breath, Morica screamed so loud that everyone walking around the other side of town turned to see what was going on, Gracia ran up the stairs to Morica and held her, the pair of them crying.[/FONT]​

[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]....[/FONT]​

[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]Weeks had passed after the farewell ceremony, Morica was finally ready. But there was one last thing she needed to do – talk to her sister.[/FONT]​

[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]Gracia at this point however could not speak a word, since the passing of her mother she remained mute, only using gestures and notes to communicate with Morica, she refused to speak to anyone else.[/FONT]​

“[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]Gracia will you be alright while I'm gone? I know it hasn't been long since Mother's passing, but this is something I have to do,” the pair sat on the floor in front of the fire place, where light emitting from the flames reflected onto the girls faces.[/FONT]​

“[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]Mother was murdered Gracia, Xantius murdered her, he gave her the illness when he killed father, so now I have to stop him, before he kills anyone else.” Gracia started jotting in her note pad, then she passed over the pad to Morica.[/FONT]​

“[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]I understand sister, I have something for you.” [/FONT]​

[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]Gracia rose up to stand and started walking towards a tall wardrobe, in the wardrobe was a black case, in the shape of a weapon of some sort, she picked up the case and walked back to the spot where Morica was sat, she then placed the case in Morica's hands.[/FONT]​

“[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]Is this father's sword?” Morica asked, Gracia nodded, looking in awe at the object, Morica moved her hand up to the handle and pulled the sword out of the case, she then got up to her feet and started swinging the blade recklessly.[/FONT]​

“[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]Hey Grace, remember our sword fights on the beach when we were kids? Those were fun times, we just got pieces of wood and started playing, father used to laugh and mother used to say to you, 'Gracia be careful with your sister won't you?'” [/FONT]​

[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]Gracia was looking down at the floor, reminiscing in her mind, until she heard the sword drop to the floor, she then looked up to see Morica following the sword, bursting into tears, Gracia wrapped her arms around her, but Gracia did not cry, she had no words, and no emotion, she was bearing the scars of her shattered family on the inside.[/FONT]​

[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]The following day Morica was standing at the door to the house turning to Gracia, she said “I have to go now sister, see you soon.” [/FONT]​

[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]Morica now was travelling to the village of Yamara, Where the Defender's Guild was secretly located[/FONT]


[FONT=Trebuchet MS, sans-serif]The next chapter is THE MEETING
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[Bones]

Sorry to revive a deadish thread, but I just found the story I wrote, and wanted to add the next chapter on here, so if anyone is interested.... here you go guys!

Chapter 2 – The Meeting​

The weather did not bode well in the village of Yamara, no moon shone onto the river as rain poured into it, almost causing it to flood over the bank; Morica knew she was almost there, after hours of travelling on the train, and walking to ask for directions. She was now at the village where help would be at hand.​

Looking at her locket that she now wore around her neck, she pulled it out of her black anorak and opened it up to see the photo of her once happy family, happy memories flowed in her head, of the time on the beach with her sister, and of the times her Father would pick her up and place her on his shoulders, then suddenly she felt rage, and as she became more aggressive, strange things started to happen, a huge gust of wind blew so hard that an old oak tree snapped in half and fell onto the ground, causing a huge shake. Morica was feeling hatred, anger and a need for revenge, this was feeding her moonickin power so much so that she lost consciousness.​

When Morica woke up she found herself in a bed, she could feel a pounding in her head from where she hit the ground. The bed was placed in a corner of a small room, the room had character, with paintings of unicorns and mythical sea creatures, Morica was staring at the silver Urcha picture in particular, the Urcha was a mythical dragon that lived in the sea, it was the opposite of a stereotypical dragon, as it did not have wings or fierce looks, it looked like a gentle creature, with its silver 'S' shaped body and bright blue eyes.​

Diverting Morica's eyes from the glorious painting were her ears, as she heard the screaming of children outside, and as she looked out the window next to the bed, she was taken aback by the view of the village. The sun was shining on the grass of the green in the middle of the village, and the river was flowing with grace, the level lower than she remembered the night she arrived. Morica then noticed a crowd of people around the fallen oak tree; Morica herself couldn't recall the incident but somehow felt that she was responsible for the village's misfortune.​

Before Morica could get out of the bed there was a knock at the door, and as Morica tried to answer the door was pushed open. There stood a felon woman, green eyes and white and brown fur, she was wearing a long green dress, and was holding a tray with a glass of fruit juice and some toast.​

“So you're finally awake then, it's been days, how are you feeling this morning?” asked the lady with a very strange accent.​

“I am well thank you, how long have I been sleeping?” asked Morica, ​

“I would say 5 days to this night m'dear” replied the lady,​

“5 days?! Oh dear, far too long, I have to be on my way, thank you for your hospitality um...”​

“The name be Zama m'dear,” said the lady​

“Thank you Zama” smiled Morica, “If I may ask you one more question please...”​

“Certainly luvvy,” replied Zama​

“Where may I find the Defender's Guild?”​

“Why m'dear you are in the very building!” replied Zama, with a confused look on her face.​

“I am?” replied a puzzled Morica​

“Yes m'dear, if you gave me a chance to finish me sentence I would've told you that Stoopy is requiring you're presence in his room in an hour” explained Zama,​

“Stoopy?” Morica paused, “You mean Agent S?”​

“Yes m'dear, now eat some food, you must be hungry luvvy, keep your strength up, you're gonna need it.” as Zama placed the tray on the bed and walked towards the door she turned to face Morica one last time.​

“Stoopy's room is just down the hall, third door on the right, I'll be seeing you again later for dinner.” and then she left the room.​

....​

Morica finished her food quickly, putting it into her mouth faster than a train can enter a tunnel at full speed. She then got out of the nightwear that Zama dressed her into, and put on her red floral dress, her sleeves that were not attached to the dress, but which she tied around her arms, and her brown coloured knee high boots. She took her brush out of her travelling bag and brushed the knots out of her long matted hair, and tied it up into a ponytail, she then entered the bathroom and poured some water into a sliver bucket, she splashed the water onto her face and for the first time in 5 days she felt awake. With a rag that was hanging on a hook she wiped the excess water off of her face and she let her hair down again.​

Morica entered a room, and what she saw wasn't as she imagined, Morica imagined the Defender's Guild to be some secret service to the King of Mandune, with a big hall full of paintings and statues of brave warriors, instead there was a small room, with a table, a typewriter, and the stench of cigarette smoke, sat at the table was Stoopy, a felon with green eyes that stared at Morica's face for minutes, and his body was covered in brown and white fur, with a brown patch around his left eye. Stoopy was leaning back on the chair with his legs crossed over on top of the table; he had some sort of attitude.​

“So you must be the daughter of Roxin Svane, take a seat m'dear.” he said with a cheeky grin, Morica was surprised by this sentence.​

“You knew my father?!” she exclaimed, as she quickly walked towards an unstable and old looking chair.​

“Of course luvvy, me and your dear old dad fought Xantius together 3 years ago” chuckled Stoopy “and I have to say I can aleady see a likeness within you.”​

“Really?” asked Morica, she smiled for the first time in months.​

“Yes well, to the matter at hand then m'dear I believe you have the locket your mother gave you, can I have a wee look please?” and without hesitation Morica removed the locket from around her neck and placed it in Stoopy's furry paw. Stoopy began inspecting the locket.​

“I am very sorry to hear about your loss m'dear, Vilania was a very wise woman, but it was inevitable since the passing of your father. You know what they say, when one love bird dies, the other is not far behind, at least they are now both at peace together.” and as Stoopy was rambling he turned and noticed that Morica was looking at the floor sobbing, Stoopy rushed towards her and and knealt down infront of her.​

“My apologies m'dear, I meant no disrespect,” he said sincerely​

“It is fine, I have only just realised how right you are,” sobbed Morica, Stoopy grabbed a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and placed it infront of Moricas head, as she looked up she took the handkerchief from Stoopy and started to wipe her tears.​

“Thank you,”​

“Now I'm afraid we have to get down to business Miss Svane, your moonickin powers caused quite a stir over the past few days.” explained Stoopy​

“My powers? You mean I destroyed that tree?” Morica had never used her powers before, the night she entered the village was the first time her power had awoken.​

“Yes m'dear, have you ever experienced a funny sensation in your body? Usually in your, head, eyes or hands?” Stoopy asked, Morica just shook her head.​

“I see, well then luvvy we need to sort you out, pronto, before your powers start getting the better of you, we're going to set off to Mundane tomorrow morning, i need to get a mage to look at the locket and I know someone who might be of use to you in the terms of Xantius' whereabouts?”​

“Really? And who would that be if I may ask?” asked Morica curiously​

“Curiosity killed the cat m'dear, and that is why I only have two lives left,” replied Stoopy with a grin, he was pacing about the room as he said “you will discover the meaning of your journey with every step you take, every place you visit and every person you meet, asking questions will only ruin these wonderful pleasures of life so shoot first and ask questions later,” and as Stoopy finished his sentence he turned to face Morica and he suddenly turned to a serious tone.​

“You bear the same mark as Roxin, you must be careful as Xantius will try to claim you, as he once did your father,” Morica nodded​

“I understand Sir Stoopy”​

“Whoa! Enough of the Sir m'dear, I am far off from being knighted just yet, now go talk to Zama she will show you to the dining room, tonight we feast with Svane royalty!” he said with the grin back on his face.

Next up: Chapter 3 - The Lovers
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