beginnings of stories

Dealing With Blonds

I was having a steering contest with the two boys (Ya I called you boys. Ouch don't elbow me!) Both of them looked exactly alike at first glance, but I knew them better then to say they are the same.

The one on my left was a blue eyed blondie. He was cat like with a pointed chin and pointed ears that peaked out from long hair. His white blond hair was bushed back over the high collar of his gray tunic and draped over his red robes.

His eerily similar companion on my right was exactly the same as the first but he had greenish blue eyes. The other difference that set him apart was that he had a dark almost black violet short collared tunic shot with silver and a cape of raven feathers that tumbled down his back. The dark colors of his clothing made his white blond hair seem paler.

I darted my eyes to each of them to test who had the hardest nerves. I also wanted to know if they were kidding me but I already knew that they never kid around. "Your father wants to see me?" I gulped in fear.

The twins nodded simultaneously making their twinness almost creepy like. "I suggest you hurry before he thinks we slacked off. While your at it...." He lent over the space between us and touched his finger tips to my jaw and pushed it close. "make sure that a spider hasn't made a web in your mouth." The blue eyed twin said.

"And what ever you do don't gawk at father like that." His green eyed twin chimed in.

"And remember to call him by one of his titles."

"And remember to curtsy."

"And remember to not loose your temper."

"Can I leave now?" I looked at the twins.

Simultaneously as if they knew I thought it was creepy they nodded their heads and said together, "Hurry now and have a safe meeting with father." Please tell me that Im not the only one who heard them say safe.

I left the courtyard, glided down the huge halls and made my way through the labyrinth of tunnels to the throne room. The guards at the doorway crossed their pikes and the one on the left said, "What is your name and what is your word with the king?" His fake accent bothered me.

"Well Valdespar," I mangled his name with the same accent he used, "I have been playing in the halls since but a little child. You know very well who I am."

He smirked under his helm, "Im sorry it is times of war like these and I can trust non."

"Fine." I huffed, "I am Sirocco, and I was called to attendance by the king." I crossed my arms over my chest.

The guard pounded his fist on the door and hollered my name. Faintly the kings answer came back. The guards uncrossed their pikes and opened the double doors to the throne room. I bowed my head as I walked down the large room, across a bridge to the main floor and curtsied before the king.

"You have taken your time. Haven't you?" The kings voice was similar to the twins but slightly deeper.

"I am sorry your majesty." I kept my glaze on his boots and the base of the throne.

"I have had some rather unpleasant news brought before me. Do you know what that news is?"

"No my lord." Better to play dumb then to admit the truth.

"No? You don't know the news?"

"No my lord." I repeated.

"Very well. As you may know the twins are getting to their prime. Anemone is coming and more likely then not will again pressure the twins or myself." He paused for a moment. "Look at me. The way you look down makes it look like you are sleeping on me."