Mwa Luvae(Entry #3)- ‘At the end of the day’

John and Rudow now played with their statues everyday, coming up with scripts for the plays they would put on for Maria and Augustus; they were always arguing with each other over whose dragon was good and bad till they finally agreed that they would take turns, per Augustus’ orders. On this day the boys set up a make shift castle and even picked some grass from outside to really liven up this particular play.

“Ladys and Gentlemen,” announced Rudow with much emphasism,” Tonight we will be showing you the play of the Dragons egg.”

Augustus and Maria made a face that explained they were excited and appluaded;  they did this every time and always right after Rudows opening speech. John and Rudow were now standing away from their castle and both had their respective dragons grippped tight.

“Roar,” screeched John in his best dragon voice,” I am  Valore, the silver dragon from the Swardian realm. I have come to take your dragon eggs and these lands.””

“Roar,” returned Rudow with his golden dragon in flight,” Well I am Goldore and I will not allow you to take these lands or our eggs.”

“Rudy I thought we talked about that, its dumb your dragons name sounds the same as mine,” whined John,”It was suppose to be Erudion.”

“Well I dont like Erudion,” replied Rudy,” I want it to be Goldore.”

“Now boys,” interupted Maria,” Just go on with your wonderful play.”

John and Rudow looked at each other and nodded,” OK.”

“I am going to burn down your castle,” yelled Johns dragon,” Watch your eggs and land as they burn.”

“Noooo,” Rudow spat,” I will stop you.”

As the boys both ascended toward their makeshift castle, the two tripped over each others legs and toppled to the ground. John screamed out in pain as the dragon statues scales ripped a bit of the flesh of his finger; the dragon flew across the room and John laid holding his injured limb. Maria moved to Johns side to inspect the wound while Rudow got back on his feet.

“Well we should try and clean it up,” said Maria softly,” Lets go wash it up in the bathe room.”

“Sorry Johnny,” called Rudow as the door to the bathe room closed behind them.

Rudow was  upstairs putting away the dragon statues as John entered the room; he wasn’t sure how to approach the situation, so he just said,” How is your finger Johnny?”

“Its ok,” said John a little broken spirited,”Do you know where my dragon statue is.”

“Yeah I got it right here,” answered Rudow. The younger of the two boys moved to the dresser and pulled out Johnnys dragon, and handed it to him.

John inspected the dragon statue for any kind of damage, he didn’t stop until he was positive it was still in one piece; as John moved the figurine through his fingers, a tiny bit of blood seeped through his bandages and leaked onto the dragon statue. Instantly the trinket made a small clicking noise and a tiny piece of parchment fell from the bottom of the base.

“What the,” John said stunned.

“Let me see,” Rudow said snatching the small slip of paper from Johns hands,” I can’t read this at all.”

John and Rudow studied the small figurine and found that the bottom had resealed; no apparent openings were present. The slip of paper was unfamiliar even to the more educated John. What did it mean to the boys, they had no idea but they were certain it was special….

Mwa Luvae(Entry#3)-  ‘At days end of the day’     Wednesday February 2nd, 2011

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Mwa Luvae(Entry#2)- ‘When the day began’

If this were any other day, John and Rudow would have been outside playing in the snow, but this was not going to be a routine day for the two boys. No, today would prove to be a day that they could never forget, nor change even if they wanted to.

“Lets go Rudy,” echoed Augustus’ booming voice,” We need to get toVisnear before the rest of Veilenhaud.”

Rudow was rushing down the steps, nearly toppling head over heels, John close behind him.

“Ok dad,” announced Rudow,” I’m ready.” Rudow stood with his back straight and his chest pumped out,  making you feel like he was ready for any order you would give him.

“Carriage is already loaded, since your mother was nice enough to help,” Augustus said with a hint of disappointment in his voice. Rudow turned red and looked toward his mother for a way out but she only shook her head as well

“Well have fun,” said Johnny,” I am going to make sure all the weeds are pulled out by the time you get home tonight.” John finished his sentence and turned towards Agustus; John mocked Rudows little salute , clicked his heels and ventured into the backyard.

John just fit the last of his hand into the gardening gloves when Agustus yelled from atop the carriage,”See you guys later.” Maria now moved next to John, put an arm around him and used the other to wave goodbye.  The two remained still waving until the carriage was out of site. John took in a deep breath, turned to Maria and said,” Well I am going to start the weeding.”

“I will call you when lunch is done,” responded Maria. The red haired maiden moved back inside the house and immediately could be seen through the window working on the forth coming meal. John bent down and started pulling up all the nasty little weeds and dead plants, there was about a forty foot section he was tasked with clearing up. All day the sun was beating on John and the cold winter air was biting on his neck, his body didn’t know wether  it wanted to perspirate or horripilate. Spring was coming but the winter cold seemed determined to surpress it, the sun shown but the clouds shaded; the air dried up alittle but the atomosphere was foggy. After about four hours of non stop plucking, Maria came to the back door of the house and called to John,” Lunch is ready.”

“Ok, on my way in a second,” called back John. John raised himself up to a standing position and marched toward the back door. In the distance a small trembling sound started becoming more and more distinct. It was the thumping of horse hooves,  John ran to the side of the house to peer down the road and to his surprise it was not Augustus andd Rudow,a small band of Veilenhaud guardsmen. John ran inside to Maria and explained the situation and she followed him outside. Both of them stood in anticipation as the dispatch came closer and closer to their home.

“Good afternoon,” called one of the more decorated guardsman from atop his horse,” Is the man of the house around. I believe it was an Augustus Blakesme, Blakesby.”

“Blakesley,”corrected Maria,” What, if I may ask, is the meaning of your presense, sir.”

“Captain Dorr,” replied Dorr with a slight bow,” If you dont mind, this is a matter for the primary deed holder to this property. If he is not around I may ask that you give him this most important of documents. I will also be stopping by again at a later time, for I am sure he will have questions.”

“Thank you Captain,” Maria said catiously, accepting the document. Dorr moved his gaze back around to his men and issued the command,” Back to post men.”

With that the guardsmen and their captain rode of , slowly disappearing from their sight. Maria stood staring at the message; which had a royal stamp and was secured by a red bow. Maria looked up at John with confused eyes,” Ill wait till Augustus is home to open this. Lets eat.”

John ate two pieces of Marias shepards pie and had a bit of milk, “Who were those men,” he asked to himself. The more he thought about it the more his head hurt, he decided to stop meditating over something that was none of his business. After a few minutes of cleaning up, Maria came out to help John finish up his chores; the two plucked and pulled , raked and mulched all the garden well before the sun sank to the horizon. The sky flashed colors of red, purple, yellow and blue; all of them swirled together around the sun, it almost looked like a drain after it was used to wash off  paint brushes. As John and Maria finished returning their tools and gloves to their rightful place, Maria turned to John,”Now you can help me set up the table for when Agustus gets home.”

 John and Maria moved into the house and set the silverware in each of the places were the four member family would be sitting. John always loved to hear Agustus’ stories from the days he went into town, he rather enjoyed the way he characterized every one of the towns people; especially Barthalumue, whom John had a particular dislike for. Within minutes of finishing the silverware placement, Agustus and Rudow were home and settling down from the two hour carriage ride home. The family stuffed themselves full of Shepards pie, but to Johns amazement nothing from Maria to Augustus about the appearance of the guardsmen.

“Oh, hey Johnny, looky at what dad got me,” Rudow reached deep into his pocket and pulled out a small golden colored dragon statue; the trinket stood only a mere two inches tall,  and weighed close to a half a pound,” Isn’t it cool.”

Johns eyes sparkled as he stared at the little toy, he reached out to touch it but before he could Rudow pulled it out of his reach,” Dad got you one too.”

“Here you go,”  Augustus pulled another identical silver dragon out of his pocket and handed it to the eager boy,” No playing at the dinner table. Ill take them away if I catch any misplay.”

Both boys nodded to Augustus and turned to faced each others excited face. The boys finished clearing the table for Maria and ran upstairs to enjoy their new toys…..

Mwa Luvae(Death Becomes) Sunday January 30th, 2011

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Mwa Luvae (Entry #1) ‘A day to remember’

Veilenhaud was as cold as it was striking in the middle of winter. The Shinraa forest was the worlds largets living body, the trees swayed together and moved in unison as the wind blew through them;  the Shinraa seemed to dance to its own melody, only heard by the mass of leafy acrobats.  The forest was a specific shade of green that was so sharp and bold, that it made you envious.  The Bladeback Mountains were the peeks of earthly mounds that laid in the middle of Veilehaud; always capped with ice, they looked like chocolate cupcakes with vanilla icing. The mountains were as tall as they were magnificent, they could be seen from anywhere on Veilehaud but still could take days to reach them.  The Blakeleys farm was lucky enough to be surrounded by the two worldly wonders, they were never without anything to be in awe of.  The three bedroom house and barn were 50 miles from the closest town, which was how the little family liked it. They never had to worry about anyone wondering upon their property and they were sure to never be the victim of vandalism; they were sucluded and still felt connected. The farm was maintained all year long and always gave back abundent amounts of vegetation, the four person family lived comfortably.

Augustus Blakeley was the man of the house, in his early forties and always on the go. He was a master smithy as well, he was in charge of keeping the farm tools in constant usable condition. His brown wirery hair and thick brown beard made him look tough, but his soft blue eyes were almost inviting; the man could bend steel, and still settle a wild bull. His wife Maria, was in her mid-thirties and didn’t look a day over eighteen. Her brownish red hair shimmered in the right sunlight, and her green eyes were filled with passion.  The lady of the house ran the kitchen, she was constantly making huge meals for her little family; but they never went bad, always someone looking for a quick snack in the Blakeleys house.  Rudow was the baby of the house, only 9 years old and already stood as tall as his mother; Rudy as his family called him, was built like his father and had the same exact features minus the facial hair.  The last link in the family ring, was Johnny. John was a young man of fifteen years, and looked almost nothing like the rest of his family. Johns blonde hair and gray eyes made him look foriegn compared to the Blakeleys; he was even paler then them, looking almost ghostly next to them.  John and Rudy were best of friends and nearly inseperable, Rudow followed John every where, two of a kind Augustus  would always say. The Blakeleys lived to live, never expecting any trouble because they never caused any; but usually the silent types are the ones to watch for.

Mwa Luvae (Death Becomes) Saturday January 29th, 2011,  Entry #1

Look out for Entry #2  ‘When the day began’