Dagger
Step left, right. Block. Left. Right. High. Upper. Lower. Block.
As Dagger revised the liquid-like moves that he used to fight he remembered the conversation he had had with his mother, a couple of days ago:
Kaylinne was bent over the stove, cooking for the family’s dinner. Dagger was lazing in a pile of blankets near the fire.
“I can’t believe my big boy is now sixteen!” Kaylinne murmured.
Dagger opened one eye and smiled.
Kaylinne looked out the window, at the street where girls and their mothers were at the market.
“I got married to your father when I was fifteen,” Kaylinne said absently, stirring some brown soup in a big pot.
“So you’ve said, many times, mother,” replied Dagger.
“Your brother Ecalinne was married last year. His wife is with child,”
“Yes mother,”
“Your younger sister Yuldilya. She is betrothed,”
“I know mother, I there a point to this conversation?”
“I don’t know. Is there?”
Dagger sighed. Ever since he had turned sixteen a few weeks ago, his mother been badgering him to settle down and marry.
He stood up, “Mother, no, I am not planning on marrying any girl. At least not any girl here. I find them all so boring and troublesome. And please restrain any further…er… attempts to marry me off,”
Kaylinne smiled, “ I was not talking about that, I was reminding you that your dear old parents are having their 15th wedding anniversary in a week, your brother’s sister’s baby is going to have her child in a month and your sister’s betrothed party is tomorrow night.”
Dagger blushed, “Oh…”
“But,”
“But?”
“If you do see any girls at the party tomorrow…”
“Mother!”
Dagger laughed, remembering, and he lost his balance. He stumbled, lost his footing and fell to the dusty ground. He coughed and grimaced as he heard light giggles around him.
They were here.
The little group of girls that always followed him around, watching his every move, constantly asking him to dance at parties and always hanging off his arms. If he was not careful his mother would be organising a betrothal for him and one of the annoying girls any day now.
He stood up and dusted himself off, shooting a glare at the bushes behind him, where he knew the girls were hiding.
The giggles instantly stopped.
A young boy, well known in the village for his shy and caring nature, by the name of Glord rushed towards Dagger. Dagger waved to him and he smiled back.
“You mother has asked me to fetch you. She requires help. She said it was urgent,” Glord reported.
Dagger nodded his thanks and ran to his home.
“Urgent? What could be urgent in Estel?” he wondered.
He discovered the urgency upon entering his house. There, in a soft chair a girl lay unconscious.
Kaylinne walked into the room, a wet rag in her hand.
“Who is this?” Dagger asked his mother.
“I don’t know. Your father found her, near Opal. She had collapsed. Judging by the colour of her skin, and the fact that she can’t stand the light, I think she has come from Opal,” Kaylinne replied.
Dagger remembered when his family had built Estel. They had survived by sleeping under shady trees during the day and working on the city by night. Slowly they and their children got used to the light, though many people perished.
The girl had a pinched appearance, her hair dulled, her skin paled. She looked like she would’ve been a lively person…once. She was wearing expensive clothes, which meant the girl was probably nobility.
Kaylinne covered all of the windows to block out the light and tightened the wet rag she was holding letting the cool water drip over the girl’s face.
The girl immediately sat up and shouted for help.
She rubbed her head, her green eyes examining the room.
“Where am I? Have I made it?” she asked.
“I don’t know where you were heading but you are in Estel,” Kaylinne informed her.
“I did make it,” the girl smiled, her eyes shining, “Who are you?”
“ Kaylinne and Dagger Lenmai. Who are you?”
The girl straightened her back proudly, “I am princess Ashalind Quire,”
Kaylinne put a hand to her mouth and gasped, “You can’t be,”
Ashalind, pulled to objects out of her pocket, a letter and a circlet and handed them to Kaylinne, “Here, I have an official letter from the Queen of Opal, explaining who I am,” she pointed to the seal on the letter, “It’s Opal’s official seal. This circlet is one I wear all the time,”
Dagger gaped at the girl, “It certainly does explain the way she’s dressed. No person in their right mind would travel in that gown,” he thought to himself.
“Why are you here?” Kaylinne wanted to know.
“I cannot bear my uncle on the throne. I want to travel to Returana to ask the other cities for help, to take him off the throne. I wanted to go to Estel to ask one of your people to escort me there, as I’ve never been outside Opal before,” Ashalind answered.
“So Princess, you want to hire one of us to help you get to Returana…” Dagger summarised, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
“Yes, I’ll pay, of course,”
Dagger shook his head, “ I don’t think anyone here will accept payment from you. After all, you are the princess that we’ve been fighting or years to put on the throne.”
Ashalind blushed.
“If you are going to throw that horrible man, Ishatiri, off the throne then I think you will find you will get a lot of support from the people here,” Kaylinne smiled, “I remember when I left Opal, when Dagger was a little boy and I was pregnant with his little sister,”
“What about your brother? How is he?” Dagger asked.
Ashalind gasped, “My brother? You knew him? Do you know where he is? Is he alright?”
Dagger frowned, “What do you mean?”
“You don’t know?”
“Don’t know what?”
“When my uncle took the throne, my mother sent my brother into hiding. I haven’t seen him since,” the girl explained.
Kaylinne shook his head, “ He was only a baby,”
Dagger stretched, cat-like, “I’ll take you to Yaki,”
“Yaki?” Ashalind asked, her face full of wonder, “Who is Yaki?”
“Yaki rules these lands. He is a lovely man and he will know what to do,” Kaylinne explained.
Ashalind nodded vigorously and stood up. She then looked down at her dirty and ripped clothes and blushed.
“Don’t worry,” said Kaylinne, putting a hand on Ashalind’s shoulder, “ We’ll find something for you to wear,”
Dagger and Ashalind stood in Estel’s palace.
Dagger had escorted Ash to the palace, where she had shyly examined the small village with interest. They had waited until night, so she could leave the house.
They waited patiently for Yaki to speak with them.
“Don’t worry, Princess Ashalind, Yaki will be with us soon,” Dagger assured her.
“Please, call me Ash,” she replied, her hands buried in the folds of her gown.
Dagger was impressed and bemused. This girl was not like the others in the village. She did not stare at him and blush all the time. She did not mind working, or getting dirty. She did not seem like royalty, or any person he had ever met before.
Yaki walked into the room.
“Is this true?” he asked mystified, “That the Princess of Opal has come to Estel?”
Ash bowed her head and nodded.
Yaki bowed before Ash. Every guard in the room did as well. Dagger bowed hesitantly. He had never met anyone this important before. Ash waved them up.
“I’m not here to surprise you, or make you serve me. I need help. I want to take back my throne,” Ash said, her voice ringing through the room.
The guards cheered.
Yaki smiled, “And what do you require to do that?”
Ash lowered her eyes; “I need someone to take me to Returana where I will ask for help from the other Kingdoms,”
“Is that all you need?” Yaki asked.
“Yes, that is all I ask,”
Yaki nodded, “We can arrange that. Is anyone willing to escort our Princess to the council?”
Dagger’s mouth opened before he could stop it, “ I will. I will take the Princess!”
Ash turned and looked at Dagger questioningly. Dagger blushed and turned away.
Yaki smiled at him, “Thank you, Dagger. Dagger shall escort Princess Ashalind.”
Walking home, they discovered that word had got out of Ash’s arrival. She hid her behind Dagger as they walked past.
Whispers of; “ Has the Princess come?” and “She looks so pale,” floated to them.
As they got closer to Dagger's home he saw that people were crowded near the city gates, which could only mean one thing.
People were coming.
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