Flame the Elf, Amber Riel [great novels .txt] 📗

The Royal Family of Tyrannrex

In a faraway land called Tyrannrex lived a royal family in a beautiful white and gold palace. An elfin family including a lion who talked and was royal to them. The family was important of course. Why mention that?  Their royalty…. Yes but there’s a story behind it. This isn’t a fairy tale about a damsel in distress and a handsome prince who comes to her rescue. Yes this is an action adventure and the royal family is very important. A few of the villagers who come in will also be important but that won’t be until a few more chapters.         

In a garden just outside of the beautiful silver concrete palace, the princess and prince of the royal family where outside with the lion whose mane was a reddish brown color and golden brown four to show that he was a good strong ruler along with the family whom he was willing to protect. The lion had golden brown eyes. The princess and the lion walked around the beautiful garden filled with red roses, white dandelions, blue and pink lilies which filled the dirt in the garden.         

The elfin princess had a mixture of color in hair. Her hair went from fire gold to fire gold to hot black to let people know her ability dealt with fire. The princess had dark brown eyes to disagree with her hair.  She wore a sword on her back in a long smoky black sheath.         

Her oldest brother, one of the two princes had blonde spikey hair which went in all kinds of directions. His eyes were blue and he was an attractive man to the women who had laid eyes on him. The prince was a rule breaker whereas the princess followed the rules. The eighteen year old prince had the ability to control the dead which is what he was out in the dark eerie graveyard doing.         

See not too far from the garden was the graveyard which was filled with dead elves from the royal family along with villagers of all races. The princess had noticed what her brother was doing and knew the trouble he would cause. “JOHN! We’re not allowed to use our powers. You know that,” she spoke to her brother.

“Oh. Flame, when are you going to stop following the rules?” John asked the seventeen year old girl.

“What are you talking about, John?”         

“I mean when are you going to grow up. We have powers, but we never get to use them. What’s the point of even having powers?”         

“Please don’t start fighting you two. Please don’t,” the lion responded, fearing what would happen when the king found out.         

“Stay out of this, Leon,” the prince spoke with harsh cruel words.         

“Don’t talk to him like that again, John,” Flame replied.

A woman about in her late twenties ran out to the garden. She had long blonde hair and blue-green eyes. She wore a long blue dress with a white apron around her waist to indicate that she was a maid and she looked kind of worried. “JOHN! FLAME!” she shouted. “You guys have to go in,” she spoke softly the moment she was close enough to the siblings. “John, your dad wants to talk to you…. Not Flame…. Not Leon…. Not anyone else…. But you, John.”

“Oh no.” John didn’t want to deal with their father. He knew he was in trouble but didn’t care enough to be around their angry father.

Disobediance

John had a problem with obedience. He was rebellious but in the way that only seem to get worse as he grew older. It wasn’t just a typical teenage boy acting out. He was also bit of a jerk. Flame would tell people that her brother was far worse than the man she was supposed to marry the year before but their father had stopped the marriage in time.

          

 

John, Flame, and Leon walked into the palace of beautiful off white silvery walls with paintings of kings, queens, and other royal members of their family whether from earlier generations or recently the walls weren’t baring. The blonde woman had followed them down the long candle lit hallway which had a bright glow instead of a dark gloomy touch even though there were no windows. The woman followed them into the entrance of the wide and beautiful throne room with a long wide red carpet leading toward two thrones.

The throne room was indeed the largest room in the building. The carpet which led toward the thrones had worked its way from the entrance of the room up onto the little stage and under the thrones of the king and queen. There were eight long windows on each side where the rays of the sun entered and each window had two long dark red curtains hanging down off to the sides and almost touched the floor.         

The king stood on top of the stage in front of his throne. He wore a round curvy fancy crown on top of his head, hiding his hair. He wore a long red and white cape with wool as outlining it. Under his cape was a long sleeves white shirt with baggy sleeves and long black dress pants which had seemed to match his shirt quit well. He had icy blue colored eyes and he was furious. “JOHN! COME RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!”         

“I’m coming, father,” John sighed. He hated his father more than anyone in the world. He purposely made his way over to his father walking as slow as possible.         

The king hated yelling at his children but he knew he had to; both as a way to show the people that his children didn’t get away with causing trouble and as a good father who loved his children and didn’t want to see them end up in a horrible place. “John. What did I tell you about using your powers?”         

“Not to use them.”         

“Right. Then why did you use your powers? Answer me now boy.”         

“Because…. I can do what I want to do and you can’t stop me, dad.”         

Flame and Leon covered their mouths as the king yelled at John. They couldn’t help but laugh. The blonde woman didn’t like to see the prince or the princess in trouble but understand that the king was doing his job.

 

         

Later that day, Flame was in her room, brushing her hair of three different fiery colors. Knock, knock, knock. She placed the her brush on the little white and gold glass vanity table which she had in her small but well-rounded room and stood up. She walked over to the door and opened it. She smiled at the blonde woman. “Hi, Kate.”         

“Hi, Flame. It’s time for you to eat,” Kate informed the princess.         

“Okay. Thank you.”         

“You welcome.”

 

         

Flame entered into the dining room which was the second largest room in the palace. She took her place next to her baby brother. He was a year old with a little bit of hair and his two front teeth were growing. She could tell that he was hungry but they had to wait for John to arrive. It was considered rude to eat without all of the members of the family at the table. She looked over at her mother and father who were talking to a butler.         

The butler was in his late twenties and he had light brown hair with brown eyes to match. He was a nice guy and everyone loved him. He always seemed to have funny stories to tell and no one would want to miss what he had to tell them.         

The queen, Flame’s mother, had a mixture of hair colors but it was hard to tell what colors because she always had her hair in a bun. In a certain light which reflected from her head it seem like a silvery blue green almost aqua mixed with a little gold in the middle. She wore a long puffy dress which was dark blue and a white collar which worked its way out of the dress.

When it came to eating, the king and queen would take off their crowns. It was respectful, kind of the rule ‘don’t wear a hat in the palace because it’s rude.’         

The king would prefer to wear the crown at all times to hide the bald spot on the back of his head which seem to grow more and more under his fading dark silvery black hair. The elfin men felt that people would make in fun of them if they didn’t have any hair but that wasn’t true.         

Kate hurried into the dining room, worry had filled her steps as she pasted over to the table. “John’s not answering me, sir. I don’t think he’s awake, but I don’t want to walk in on him,” she said, shaking as she spoke.         

“Flame,” the king said. A bad feeling was growing inside of him.         

“Yea, dad?” Flame asked.         

“We’re going to check on John.”         

“Okay.”

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Flame and the king walked up to John’s room to check up on him. Flame knocked on the door but no answer. The king was starting to grow angry as Flame continued to knock. “This is making me mad…. Ice power.” The king held up his hand and was about to use his ability of ice to freeze the door.         

“Dad…. Don’t use your power. Why don’t you open the door instead?” Flame asked as she placed a hand over her father’s hand and slowly lowered his hand.         

“I never thought of that, Flame. That’s a good idea. I will open the door.” The king wasn’t an idiot but he had his moments when he couldn’t think straight because of his anger.

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