The Family. A Dream Tale Collection.

Unexpected Treasure

Dreamt 03/23-24/13

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Autumn surely had her solid grasp blanketing the whole valley of Malkrimoore, home to the Capital Dramoore. Tonight the wind was still, the sister moons high in the star filled sky. Occationally a solo star would twinkle across the glittering horizon, attracting anyone's gaze who chances a look up. A freash layer of crisp, drying leaves encompassed the soil, splashing hues of oranges, yellows and browns that Autum so favors.

The valley walls, a mountainous stone cliff curved gently north, away from the Highlands, a country of sand. Dramoore sat in the southernmost nook of Malkrimoore, tucked into the bottem of the Grey Cliffs. The city its self had been founded over eight hundred years ago, by the founding family who heroically sacrifised everything, including their lives, to make the valley safe. Legends say there was chaos across the lands, no order among the races, everybody acted soley on instinct, stealing and killing whenever they felt the urge. Rising out from the chaos a family, who where so stong, so united that they were able to force obedience on the feuding clans. Legend has it that the founding family forced others to do their dirty work, that they had assassins. Most of Dramoore frowns apon such rumors, they didn't even teach that detail at school.

That would by why Suaslin loved her history, becasue everybody had differences in their storytelling when it came down to the cities founding. Ever since seventh grades history lessons on the founding family Sualsin had shown keen intrest in the lore, going so far as to send messenger hawks out to her grandparents a few valleys out. What she found most fasinating was that each story she got back differed. One said the family had a single leader, the head of the house. It read that this person was the one calling all the shots, creating peace for all. The other letter however, mentioned the assassins, just briefly;

"And the force of their will caused men to lurk throught the nights, betraying those with power. Thus began the end of chaos throughout the lands."

Saddly after four more years of scrounging about the local libraries, even the massive athenaeum filled with old scrolls; that, even after hours of studing one still couldn't understand what was being said. Thus Suaslin sat on her beast, a simple farming mount raised by her along with the rest of the tinny herd her parents owned. Other beasts grazed freely scattered in the mighty landscaped yard in front of the old founding family's estate. She leaned back stretching her legs on her little beast's fury back awaiting her two freinds to arrive.

Tonight was the grand re-opening of the manor's first floor, which just so happened to have a Grand Ballroom. The mayor Mr. Dramen, who is a descendent of the family's servants and owner of the burnt out estate, spent the last five years remodeling and refurnishing the first floor of the massive manor. Tonight he was throwing a Ball, trying to give the city folks a look into their past, or so the invatation says. Suaslin had an alternate motive for showing, and she made sure to bring her freinds as back-up, she'll need them for all the snooping she planed to do.

Smiling slightly to herself Suaslin folded her arms across her chest, hoping her theroy would prove correct. Her guess, well her hope was that all the time and effort spent into making the first floor whole again, they wouldn't put any effort into the top floors. If that was the case, then maybe, just maybe she could find an old book to fill in the missing pieces, some clue to help ease her curiosity. Although, thinking about it all, Suaslin really needed to tell her freinds of her plan, and when they arived, she would...try.

Suaslin shifted to rearange the fancy, restriciting dress she had donned for this special occasion. It was a little to fancy for her liking, the tight corset that took ten minutes to pull up and tie was bad enough. Having to deal with violet frills on her chest, and an overly poofy skirt that seemed to bounce when she walked; not to mention the long flowing ends to her sleeves that caught on most everything, was all utterly annoying to her. However, no matter how many times it pinched her, she couldnt help but appreciate the enriching, deep purples and blues splashed sporadically, laced with yellow stitching that trulely highlighted her rosy red hair and pool green eyes.