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A legendary Treausure - Prequel Story

Once upon a time, in a city by the coast, there were two opposing pirate factions, one was called the Red Rose and the other The Skulls, they had fought for many cycles, bitterly at sea and on land. The Red Rose was led by a man fierce and strong, with hair black as coal and a handsome beard and charm to boot. He was a loved Captain of his crew and his people followed him proudly and with great loyalty.The Skulls were led by a woman Captain, she was rugged and rough like a coarse stone not yet quite formed by the currents of the river, she swore and drank and gambled and her people followed her with a mixture of admiration and fear. She was beautiful like a storm is beautiful and just as dangerous.The two Captains were in rivalry and they had parlayed and plundered and parlayed again. Until one day a traveller appeared in the neutral port. Claiming he had a map to treasure of legendary proportions. And that he would pay a handsome chunk to any who could find and retrieve it for him. Both Captains of course had the same thought, find that treasure and take it for themselves.However, their rivalry did not allow for such an open ploy. Each of them eager to get to this treasure, and each of them plotting on how to woo and then get rid of the map bearer so that they could take their all for themselves. And so for a time, they put their war to rest, working ceaselessly to find this location, crack the riddles and confusions that were placed upon the location. It was the woman Captain who had the first inkling and the map bearer chose to place his trust in her. Perhaps thinking a woman would be an easier bargain for him.They set sail, only to find themselves followed by the Red Rose, at a distance, but noticeable. Their Captain was not one to give up and roll over. He knew his ships were strong, sturdy and would perhaps outpace those of the Skulls. The man bearing the map seemed worried by such a prospect. Fretting all the way, he himself had bought and brought a significant force for the excavation. And the force he brought, worried the Woman Captain. But her thoughts of treasure kept her busy enough and soon they found the location.A desolate island group in three, just as the riddle had proclaimed. And they landed and traversed it, finding the treasure in the depths of a cave, shimmering gold and jewels forgotten by time, and still beautiful as they'd been left. Everyone was in awe and they knew they had yet very little time to secure this bounty.The Traveller had his men seize it all, explaining he would give the pirates their share later. Now this was an affront, even though it might have been reasonable to count it all first, the greedy pirates did not trust such a man that was not theirs. And arguments broke loose while the Red Rose also made a landing at the shores of this rugged group of islands. It became apparent that this Traveller had been planning to dupe the pirates and steal from those who were professional thieves themselves. The Roses and the Skulls had all been ready to fight among each other again, when they realised this plot against them. And so instead they took on the Traveller and his group.The fight was bloody and brutal, painting the sands of the island a deep red as the treasure shimmered innocently. And soon everyone turned on everyone in a frenzy, thinking that whoever was the last man standing would also be the richest of them all. The battle raged on until far into the night and a blood red sun rose the next day, crawling over a scene that was greed's devastation laid out upon bloodied sands.The last two standing were the Captains, exhausted as they were, they had continued and now their boots sank into the sand and their tired legs staggered across the dead. Her eyes burnt with the fire of sheer determination and grit and his strength, though waning was that of a mountain weathering a storm. And they both raised their arms for the kill, only to realise they had no more strength, and he knew in this moment their rivalry had led them here to the most legendary treasure and that she was a beautiful soul with a spirit of fire. And she saw his strength and brute force and the devilish charm that was alluring and infuriating to her all at once. And they lowered their weapons, realising that the treasure was -theirs- if they chose so Instead of fighting they decided without words to watch the sunrise instead, and it felt like a herald into a new dawn of their lives.

A Wicked Heart and an Old FoolWritten by Lauriel Heroux

[Stage lights on, shown is a scene of an opulent kitchen]Husband calling from offscreen: “Wife!..My petulant flower? It’s time for my tea! Send the butler up, my minds all but gon-”Husband stumbles upon the stage, stops dead in his tracks when he beholds the crowd and stares a moment. He is dressed in a non-matching outfit, looking a little dishevelledHusband: “Well… I don’t know how you people got in here, but have you seen my wife by chance? She’s the most beautiful flower, you wouldn’t forget if you’ve seen her.”, his expression becomes a little dreamier.
“It’s funny, I’ve always wanted to write her a poem. Now… hm, I suppose now that I’ve got an audience, I could try it with your help, what do you say?” (Pause) “No need to say anything. I’ve started writing it some time ago you see.”, he takes out a little note and clears his throat. “Oh she who is without fault, who’s breasts are as flat as the star is round and who’s heart is formed from the endless ice of the north. She who’s spellbound me from the day we met, like a wicked witch’s curse and-”, stops and tries to read his own note. Failing.
“Well it doesn’t matter, it's not finished anyway. I shall go finish. You’ve been of no help whatsoever.”Husband wanders off muttering, stage right.Wife enters, stage left. Butler enters at the same time, stage right.Wife: “What’s that racket from here?”
Butler: “Wasn’t me Madam.”
Wife: “Have you yet finished the Master’s tea?”
Butler: “Right away Madam.”The Butler goes to work in the kitchen, while the wife, under pretence of helping him, dips a few drops of poison into a cup she has prepared for the tea. Hands the butler the cup for pouring.Wife: “Hurry now, you know how he gets without his tea on time.”Wife exits stage left.The Butler, a little miffed about the wife overseeing his tea making, takes a sniff of it.Butler: “This concoction smells as if the milk’s gone off. I better take a sip before the Master has a fit. No one shall say I brew a bad brew.”, The butler takes a small sip of it and smacks his lips.Butler drops dead shortly after.Husband enters stage right.Husband: “Wife! WIFE, I shall call you willfully negligible to your loving husband soon, I croak my lungs out and have not had a single drop of my tea to grease my fading voice!”, he is about to move to stage exit when he notes the butler on the floor.Husband: “And what’s this? The servant taking a nap before the work is done? OI YOU! Move your old bones, there’s dust in all corners still!”, he goes to tap his boot against the butler's boot. “Ah! Get up now, no more games, I don’t have the patience.”, he exclaims, but the butler is dead.Husband realising this: “WIFEE!”Wife enters exasperated.Wife: “Man, why do you shout so? Has your mother taught you no manners or the volume of your voice inside the peace of a home? This is not a ship on the high seas!”, she grumbles, folding her arms.Husband kneeling down to feel the Butler’s pulse: “Any other day, I’d take your cold chidings with a stiff upper lip. But today, I find our loyal servant perished on the floor. Only you can stay so cold and unbothered by such a sight.”Wife, looking at the dead servant with little to no emotion on her face: “Hm, that’s inconvenient. I suppose his family should be informed?”The husband gives his wife a long look.Wife: “Why do you investigate me with your eyes?”Husband keeps staring.Wife: “Is that accusation I detect?”Husband narrows his eyes and stares harder.Wife: “I did not poison him.”Husband, pointing accusingly, “AHA! But no one said anything about poison!”Wife pouting: “Well, there’s no blood, unless he dropped dead, there has to be another cause.”Husband: “You sure know a lot about murder.”Wife folding her hands over her flat chest defensively. “It’s common sense. Now what do we do with the body?”Husband getting to his feet. “You are a wretched fiend wife, the man’s not even cold and you talk of discarding him like a once bitten piece of ham. He’s served us neigh two decades and here you are.”Wife, cooly, “Here I am.”Husband sighing, eyeing her, “Why is there disdain in your voice? Why is there none but ice in your heart?”Wife turning away from him, not responding. Husband reaching out to her, then his hand drops, he glances at the butler. He realises something.Husband: “T’was meant for me, the poison. Wasn’t it? The old fool just tasted what he wasn’t supposed to.”,Wife slowly turns to him and they stare at each other. There’s pain on the husband’s face and disdain on hers.Wife defensively: “It would’ve been a peaceful death.”Husband laughs, but there’s no joy in it: “What if I wanted to live?”Wife: “Then you’re a fool.”Husband: “I regret nothing.”Wife: “Then you’re twice a fool.”Husband: “Perhaps, I’ll take your hatred over indifference.”Wife: “That’s pathetic.”Husband: “Why do you hate me so? Give me one good reason, have I not been good to you, treated you with kindness, fondness always?”Wife sighs and moves to sit on the floor, ignoring the dead body in their kitchen, husband rushes to her side.Husband:”You will catch a chill sitting on the floor like that.”Wife:”Don’t fuss me. You know I hate it when you are overly worried.”Husband lowers his arms and sighs. They both remain silent for a moment.Wife:”I suppose we should get rid of the body.”Husband:”A body, that is all he is to you, he who served us for so long? What is it that I am to you then?”Wife sighs and stares at him: “Don’t test my patience.”Husband growing angry now:”Don’t strain my kindness.”They glare at each other until the wife smiles.Wife:”There he is.”Husband:”There who is?”Wife:”The man I married.”Husband folds his arms and looks at her with some confusion.Wife:”You were strong once, bested by none, you won my heart with charm and wit and then I watched you wither like a cheap prize. The years were unkind to you- “Husband interrupting:”You’re unkind to me.”Wife pointing at husband:”You trapped me with false promises.”Husband:”And so you chose poison as punishment for the golden cage of my creation.”Wife:”Yes.”Husband quiet for a moment, he glances at the dead butler, then back at his wife, then at the audience.Husband to the audience:”My cruel flower has struck a chord in my heart, it is true I was once a fiend, even if it is hard to believe now, I’ve lost my way, but not mine heart. Near thirty cycles have passed, since we made our fortune on a blood soaked beach somewhere in the middle of the ocean. She has always held my heart… By all accounts I must prove my love to her once more, deeper and more fiendish than before. Or face losing my sanity or life to her wicked schemes.”Husband to the wife, who seems to have not witnessed his spiel with the audience:”Dear wife, I believe it is true, our butler had a terrible accident, and he has fallen over and tumbled just so unfortunate that he drowned in the river by the house.”Wife turns to him, and slowly a wicked smirk creeps unto her face:”My, is there a plotting mind behind your dull eyes still?”Husband:”There is, and it has no loyalty but for you, my cold beauty.”The wife gets up from her position and dusts off her skirts, sauntering closer to her husband she reaches to run her fingers through his hair. “Remember, the sunrise?”Husband winks to the audience:”How could I forget, t’was as bloody as the sands we left behind, painting the skies with just the right colours to mark our grim deeds and illuminate the deadly glow still vibrant in your eyes.”Wife grinning and hugging her spouse:”Yes -yes-. Tell me more.”Husband hugging her back:”The gold that gleamed in the light of the rising sun, shimmered like the stars of the night skies and heralded the fulfilment of all our dreams. And we built this house upon the bones of our enemies…”Wife:”And then.. You let yourself go.”Husband:”I realise my mistake.”Wife:”You can make up for it.”Husband:”Promise me one thing.”Wife:”Hm?”Husband:”Next time you find the urge to rid of me, make it more exciting.”Wife laughs and together they move to carry the body out of the kitchen. One can hear them chuckle down the side of the stage.[Lights out]

The Last Night of the StarAdapted from Ray Bradbury's "The last night of the world"

Florentel: "What would you do if you knew this was the last night of the world?"Lauriel: "What would I do; you mean, seriously?" He leaned back in his chair.Florentel: "Yes, seriously."Lauriel: "I don't know,” he offered, reaching for his cup of coffee, the freshly brewed aroma hanging in the evening air.Florentel: “Well, better start thinking about it.”Lauriel: “What?” He brought the cup of coffee to his lips. “A war?” He mused, taking a sip, “A weapon of some kind? The Final Days?”Florentel: shook his head. “No, none of those at all.” He stirred his coffee slowly, staring into its black depths. "Just the end of a play, let's say. The final act.”Lauriel: "I don't think I understand."Florentel: "No, nor do I really. It's just a feeling; sometimes it frightens me, sometimes I'm not frightened at all, but peaceful." He glanced down at his lap. "I didn't say anything to you. It first happened about four nights ago."Lauriel: "What?"Florentel: "A dream I had. I dreamt that it was all going to be over and a voice said it was; not any kind of voice I can remember, but a voice anyway, and it said things would stop here on this star. I didn't think too much about it when I awoke the next morning, but then I went to work and the feeling was with me all day. I caught Ivant Deleur looking out the window in the middle of the afternoon and I said, 'A gil for your thoughts, Ivant,' and he said, 'I had a dream last night,' and before he even told me the dream, I knew what it was. I could have told him, but he told me and I listened to him."Lauriel: "It was the same dream?"Florentel: "Yes. I told Ivant I had dreamed of it, too. He didn't seem surprised. He relaxed, in fact. Then we started walking through offices, for the hell of it. It wasn't planned. We didn't say, ‘let's walk around.’ We just walked on our own, and everywhere we saw people looking at their desks or their hands or out the windows and not seeing what was in front of their eyes. I talked to a few of them, so did Ivant."Lauriel: "And all of them had dreamed?"Florentel: "All of them. The same dream, with no difference."Lauriel: "Do you believe in the dream?"Florentel: responded rather abruptly, leaving no room for hesitation. "Yes. I've never been more certain."Lauriel: "And when will it stop? The world, I mean."Florentel: "Sometime during the night for us, and then, as the night goes on around the star, those advancing portions will go, too. It'll take twenty-four bells for it all to go."Lauriel: sat awhile in silence, not touching his coffee. He then lifted it slowly and took a sip, looking at Florentel. "Do we deserve this?"Florentel: "It's not a matter of deserving, it's just that things didn't work out.” A beat. “I noticed you didn't even argue about this. Why not?"Lauriel: "I guess I have a reason.”Florentel: "The same reason everyone at the office had?"Lauriel: nodded. "I didn't want to say anything. It happened last night. Everyone around the block has been talking about it, just among themselves." He picked up the evening paper and held it toward the other elezen. "There's nothing in the news about it."Florentel: "No, everyone knows, so what's the need?" He took the paper and sat back in his chair. "Are you afraid?"Lauriel: "No. I always thought I would be frightened to death, but I'm not."Florentel: "We haven't been too bad, have we?"Lauriel: "No, nor all that good. I suppose that's the trouble. We haven't been very much of anything except us, while a big part of the star is always busy being quite awful."Florentel: "I always imagined people would be screaming in the streets at a time like this." He fell silent for a moment. "You know, I won't miss anything much but you, really. I never liked my work or the Shroud, the church or the other Houses. I won't miss a thing except for you and perhaps the change in the weather, maybe a cool glass of water on a particularly hot day, or the luxury of sleeping. Just little things, really.” He took another sip of his coffee, “How can we sit here and talk this way?"Lauriel: "Because there's nothing else to do. If there were, I suppose we’d be doing it." He took another sip of his coffee. "Why do you suppose it's tonight?"Florentel: "Because."Lauriel: "Why not some night in the past ten cycles or in the last century, or-”Florentel: "Maybe it's because it was never today, ever before in history, and now it is and that's it. It's the cycle when things are as they are all over the world and that's why it's the end."Lauriel: "There are Grand Company soldiers off fighting in pointless conflict tonight that'll never see their families again."Florenel: "That's part of the reason why."Lauriel: watched the fire for a long time, sitting in silence with his other. The clock struck ten-thirty before he spoke again. "I wonder if all the children know.”Florentel: "No, of course not.” Silence fell again as they refilled their coffee mugs, read through the papers, and then sat together by the fireplace looking at the charcoal embers as the clock struck eleven-thirty. Perhaps they spent their time thinking of all the other people in the star who had each spent their evening in their own special way. "Well," he said at last before leaning over to kiss Lauriel, a long and lingering kiss.Lauriel: returned the kiss, looking into his eyes for a long moment. "We've been good for each other, anyway."Florentel: "Do you want to cry?"Lauriel: "I don't think so." He got up before offering his hand out to the other elezen and helping him up. Together they went through the house, turning off the lights and locking the doors before heading to the bedroom, where they stood in the cool darkness of night. He pushed back the covers, looking to Florentel. "The sheets are clean.”Florentel: "I'm tired."Lauriel: "We're both tired." He climbed into bed alongside his other before sitting back up. "Wait a moment.”Florentel: watched Lauriel get up and leave the bedroom, heading to the back of the house. There was the soft shuffling of a swinging door and a moment later he was back.Lauriel: "I left the water running in the kitchen," he said. "I turned the faucet off."Florentel: stared at him for a long moment before he started to laugh. How could he not? Lauriel had laughed with him, seeing the humour in it as well as he climbed back into bed. Eventually they stopped laughing and lay there, their hands clasped, heads together. "Good night," he added after a moment.Lauriel: "Good night.”

The lonely StarlightWritten by Lauriel Heroux

Once upon a time there was a village high up North, nestled between mountains and endless forests. The winters were bitter cold and the summers a pleasant caress of sunlight and lively green all around. One cold winters’s night a boy was born just when the lone evening star shone its brightest. His parents were overjoyed. Though they soon found that their child was not like the other children. Nightmares plagued him, he had dreams that often seemed more real to him than real life. There was no explanation for such things, for the visions of his dreams were things not even his parents had seen in their longer lives and the boy was only six summers old by the time he spoke of far distant Kingdoms, dragons and deathly deceit. All of this affected the boy’s life, his stories were plentiful, and yet his parents worried that he might lose himself in the past and forget to live in the present. To him these tales seemed so real it was like listening to an old man retell his life. And it was often that the boy was found deep in thought, sadness in his eyes as he recalled those he had lost and missed dearly. His mother tried to console him, make him see that these were only figments of his imagination, but the boy was convinced of what he knew to be real.This caused him to live a very lonely existence outside of his stories. Solitude was his constant companion and he only ever found happiness when he regaled in the stories of the past. He longed for those who no longer walked with him.One clear night, the boy sat by his window, it was the day before his seventh nameday. And he peered out to the clear night’s sky and for the first time saw the evening star as it had been the day of his birth. Shining brightly and lonely in the sky. It was winter, the world slept under a veil of ice and snow and all was silent. He stared at the star for a long while, he had not seen it so brightly in the sky before. Something pulled him closer, and without thinking twice on it the boy walked out into the cold winter night, his bare feet sinking into the snow, leaving a trail that led him through the forest. His eyes never leaving the brightest star in the sky.Strangely, the cold did not bother him as the star called out to him and it happened that the star guided him to a glade within the forest. The light seemed closer now, shining through the trees. And the boy stepped onto the glade, his body blue from the cold and he saw a being there, so beautiful no words could describe it. There was a hue of light around it, “Have you come to fulfil my deepest wish?”, the boy asked of it, his breath forming little clouds. “I have.”, the being replied and opened its arms. Without hesitation the boy walked toward it and with a sincere heart made known his wish for true companionship like he knew he had in the past. “What will it cost me?”, the boy asked wisely. “Everything.”, the being replied and it’s hand touched the boy’s cheek gently.He woke up in his bed the next day. Uncertain if he had dreamed or if it was real. The lines between his dreams and his waking hour had always been blurred.
He celebrated his seventh nameday, and his eighth after that, and the cycles kept coming, nothing much changed about his life, but the dreams of the past had stopped, even if the aching loneliness remained in his heart.Until one day, upon his twentieth nameday, he saw that star again, lonely in the skies and he stared at it. “You have lied to me.”, he said toward the empty night sky, reminded of that night that felt an age ago. The star just twinkled as if it was amused by his accusation. The boy, now a young man, huffed and decided it was time to venture out of his homeland and he bid farewell to his parents and set out into the wide world.And though he met a great many people on his travels, none touched his heart. Until one night he happened upon a woman, more fierce and beautiful than any he had seen before. He decided he had to win her heart, or perish. But he soon found she had promised her hand to another, though his romantic advances flattered her greatly, she remained adamant that it was not to be. The young man did not give up, he felt a strange kinship with her, and he knew that she did so too.It was a love of the ages, a storm, the world seldom saw such things, it was terrifying and all consuming at once and no one could understand how two souls could be so in tune they consumed each other. And when he gazed upon her, he knew that she was the embodiment of the past he had longed for all his life. And yet she fought him as if she could feel this fire was too much and would consume her in the end. It terrified her, and though it hurt her equally she tried to withdraw from his fire, her feet stilling, unwilling to dance in tune to his song.The young man found himself in more pain than he had ever experienced before, and he decided if he could not have her, no one should. Without knowing it, he fulfilled the lonely star’s predictions. When she refused him, he did not care anymore for winning over his love by honest means, he destroyed what she had, took everything from her one by one as the cycles went by. Until she had no friends, no family, no familiars to turn to and in her absolute loneliness she could seek only him, whom she had once regarded as a friend and lover. When once there had been a passion between them, a familiarity that ran so deep it set every fibre of their bodies alight, now there was only deceit and malice, wicked possessive-ness as he enslaved her to his will. He had realised that love was risk it left one vulnerable like a dagger constantly poised above ones heart.And when finally he could wrap himself around her, wholly his, she betrayed him, in the moment where he thought he had ceased to be lonely, where he felt he had frozen all his longing into one and fulfilled his greatest wish. To no longer be alone. In his strive he had destroyed what they once shared, the trust was broken forever, and when she found an opportunity, she took his life to save what was left of hers. And though she wept tears of sorrow in the end, she knew there had been no other choice. With her soul forever mourning this great loss and her hands stained with the blood of her only love, she set out to live a tragic lonely life.The young man’s possessiveness, malice and wicked nature had all earned him only death, and his soul wandered aimlessly, driven mad by such betrayal. It was then he happened upon the star again, and the being spread its arms wide, smiled and without hesitation the soul wandered closer, found itself engulfed by light. Those who watched the sky that night found the lone star shining brighter in the sky than ever before, legend has it that it was not a star at all, but a being that fed on deceit and the loneliness of mankind and that those born under the light of this star were doomed to walk a lonely path.

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