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Post by josh89 on Jan 29, 2009 10:57:11 GMT -5
love it keep going.!
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Post by sweets9232 on Jul 25, 2009 20:28:04 GMT -5
Sorry I haven't updated in so long and that this chapter is so short. The next one should be a lot longer and hopefull there will be more action as well. Thanks!!
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As Melody’s carriage returned to the castle, she couldn’t help but hope her time at Ann’s had not made her late for her favorite lesson of the week. Not only did she not want to waste time in the only class she thought useful, but her teacher didn’t accept tardiness. The carriage came to a halt; Melody burst out and ran franticly through the castle doors in a whirl wind of skirts through the castle’s many rooms till she reached her bedroom. Hastily she removed her dress and replaced it with a simple tailored, white shirt, dark blue pants and knee high boots. Finally after slipping her hair into a quick ponytail, she was once again rushing through the castle till she reached a small room in the west wing out of breath and in a state of disarray.
Hoping not to see the shadow of her teacher waiting for her in the room, she slowly opened the door and breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t there. Casually she walked over to a rack that held a large assortment of beautiful swords, glancing over each one carefully until she found hers. The metal shone brightly in the light revealing the intricate carvings made on the blade and the silver incrusted hilt. She lifted it reverently and heard the sound of a blade being unsheathed behind her; turning she barely had time to react as a blade came down toward her. Lifting up her own blade to stop it, she quickly stepped away from the stand and into the open where she would have more room to maneuver. She blocked attack after attack as the two swords clashed. Finally Melody was tired of being on the defensive and she turned the tables and started to attack forcing her attacker to defend himself. There was a series of parries, jabs, thrusts, and cuts, back and forth between the two at a very quick pace. Melody decided to try a rather risky move she had just mastered last lesson. With a graceful turn and flip she kicked the blade from her teacher’s hand and pointed her own blade to his chest.
Her teacher removed his mask and the face of her father smiled down at her,
“That was executed wonderfully Melody, but very risky. If you had faltered the slightest, you would had been open to attack.”
“It’s a good thing I didn’t falter then,” replied Melody hugging her father.
“I’m proud of you Melody, but you need to be careful. The reason I taught you how to fight was so you could protect yourself, not so you could show off,” said Eric looking into his daughters face lovingly.
“I know dad,” said Melody as she sheathed her sword. “If you go now you could have a quick swim before dinner,” suggested Eric.
“What about the rest of the lesson?” asked Melody.
“I think you deserve a little break after such an impressive performance,”
“Thank you!” Melody exclaimed hugging her father and running toward the door.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” yelled Eric, “ Earl Phillip will be joining us for dinner so try not to be late.”
“Sure dad!” yelled Melody running toward the beach as fast as she could.
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There it is! I just wanted to add some more Eric/Melody time since he is always left out in the movies and show that Melody is a very capable princess. Tell me what you think and suggestions are VERY welcome.
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Post by sweets9232 on Apr 11, 2013 21:29:10 GMT -5
Wow, have I waited a long time to update or what?! I don’t even think anyone is still following this, but if they are or not I wanted to try to continue this story. I know where it’s going; it’s been a while so I forgot some details, but I’m slowly remembering them. As for the Historical parts of this fanfic, and there will be some, let’s just say I did my research and then decided to ignore it. Some elements I will be keeping, but most I am throwing out (Denmark history). This is a universe where mermaids exist, so I think I can take some liberty with what’s real and what’s not. Lol I own nothing, and I hope you enjoy. I also have the tendency to get to into too much detail and that’s why it is taking so long for this story to get going… sorry.
Judging by the position of the sun, Melody estimated that she had about an hour of swim time before she would have to leave to get ready for dinner. She removed her boots, pants, and top, revealing her under clothes, laying them gently on a rock where they would be safe from the rising tide. It was at this brief time of nudity that Melody was grateful for the private royal beach that was only accessible by unlocking a hidden gate in the garden behind the castle. The two sides of the beach had been blocked by a large sea wall similar to the one that blocked the sea from the castle so many years ago, protecting the beach from unwanted eyes.
As Melody dove into the waves, she suppressed the urge to transform into her mermaid form that came with contacting the warm, salty, sea water. While being a mermaid was the most enjoyable part of her life, she sometimes liked to enjoy the ocean as she had as a young girl, a human girl. The way her legs kicked against the current and pushing off rocks with her feet for a sudden burst of speed, it all came back. There also was a practical means to this as well, Melody never wanted to forget how to swim without a tail. Yes her tail is more efficient and being able to breathe underwater is a huge advantage, but you can’t always sprout a tail, especially around people who didn’t know about her heritage. The coastal people of Denmark had formed a sort of peaceful alliance with Atlantica and the menfolk, but the rest of the world still viewed them as myths and sailors’ tales, and Grandfather Triton thought it was better that way. It was safer for both the humans and the merfolk, because you can’t hunt or wage war against a mythical creature.
Laying on her back and gently backstroking through the water, Melody realized that the beach was usually quite. Melody’s merfolk friends knew what time she typically took her daily swim and would usually come meet her. Along with her friends, her cousins would also stop by and give her updates on family events in the Atlantica castle. When you have 6 aunts, all of whom have children, you have a lot of cousins and a lot of events to hear about. It was always such an enjoyable experience when she visited Atlantica. On land she was the only daughter of Queen Ariel and King Eric, heir to the throne, but in Atlantica she was just one of 20 loved grandkids and cousins. It was freeing. She should have expected them all to be avoiding the coast due the English Ambassador and his ship and crew visiting. She would have to find time to make a quick visit to say goodbye to all of them before she sails to England, as she realized that it would be some time before she would be able to see them again. This thought saddened her, but she was a princess and it was her duty to both the country of Denmark and the people of Atlantica.
As the time for dinner grew closer, Melody found herself wondering what dress she would wear creating a mental inventory of the dresses appropriate for the occasion. ”It’s almost time for dinner. Lets see…,” she thought out loud, “there’s the yellow silk with the lace… but it kind of itches, the deep green with gold trim, the purple one with silver beads…,” counting off on her fingers as she went.
“ Well I never thought I’d see da day when Melody would worry about what dress to wear, especially to a dinner she usually skips or shows up late,” said a voice behind her.
A surprised Melody quickly jerks around to see Sebastian floating in the waves behind her.
“Poseidon’s beard! Sebastian you startled me,” exclaimed Melody.
“I’m sorry me dear,” apologized Sebastian.
“What are you doing here? I thought you would be with the others avoiding the shore while the Ambassador is here,” asked a confused Melody.
“Normally I would be,” he explained, “ but his Majesty King Triton is curious as to how well the situation with de Ambassador is going.”
“That doesn't sound like Grandfather.”
“What do you mean girl?”
“Well, I mean… he loves me and mom, but he usually doesn’t show this much interested in surface affairs,” explained Melody.
“He just knows how stressful and demanding being a ruler can be,” he said, “and he wants to make sure Ariel is alright and offer her his support. She may be a queen now but she will always be his youngest daughter.”
“Oh, I’m sure mom will appreciate it. Things have been… well tense lately.”
“The possibility of war always brings darkness to a country,” said a sober Sebastian.
“Do you want me to tell mom that you’re here?” asked Melody.
“That would be sweet of ya girl, but you better get going. If I remember correctly you have a dinner to get to,” said Sebastian with a smile.
“I can’t believe I almost forgot!” said Melody looking at the setting sun, “I’ll tell mom to meet you here later tonight after dinner.”
Rushing toward the shore, Melody ran to the rock with her clothes and hastily attempted to slip them on, but he water on her body made them stick and she struggled to get them on. Finally she managed, rushed through the gate to the garden, and into the castle zigzagging past servants. They just smiled and tried to move out of her way, after 17 years of princess tardiness they were used to her quirks.
Busting into her room, she quickly undresses and discards the wet clothes into a basket. The maid always keeps a fresh pile of towels on the bench beside the bed, she snatches one off the top and proceeds to dry her body and hair. With the towel rapped around her damp hair, she makes her way to the closet and stares for a moment, getting lost in the sea of fabric. Red, yellow, blue, purple, gold, silver, coral, and green glare back as if daring her to choose right dress. With a sigh Melody slumps a little, leaning upon the open closet door, “Why can’t I just this once know what dress to wear?” she asked aloud, “ maybe Ann was right about the whole “ladies in waiting” thing, she was always way better at this than me.” Closing her eyes and taking a breath, she reaches blindly into the closet and grabs the first dress she touches; slowing opening her eyes she views her choice, a deep green off the shoulder dress with bell sleeves and gold trim. “I think this will do nicely, if I do say so myself,” says Melody with a smile, “mother always said it looked nice on me. Though…I might need help getting this one on,” she realized looking at the long row of buttons going down the back. On advantage to being a princess was that it was never hard to find help, after find a maid in the hall way to assist her fastening the gown, Melody was ready to tackle hair. She sat down at the vanity and faced the mirror, afraid of what she might see. Luckily she was pleasantly surprised, her hair had dried in waves, and with a few strokes of her fingers she was satisfied. Looking down she saw some gold pins lying on the dresser, lifting up one side of her hair away from her face she gently pushed the pins in to hold it up.
“Finished!” she said with a smile, giving herself one more look, “mother will be shocked,” and she giggled. With the threat of disaster behind her, Melody finally had time to ponder the words Sebastian had said to her earlier. Why now was she suddenly concerned about dresses and dinners? She had never cared before… well she tried to but never could give it her total focus. What had changed? Philip. Philip was new. Philip asked her to dance, and made her feel happy and nervous all at the same time. Philip is going to be at dinner. This thought made her heart jerk and tummy knot. “Do I like Philip?” she asked herself in a whisper. “ I guess there is only one way to find out,” she said with determination in her face as she gathered her skits and headed for the door and closing it behind her. Moments later she runs back in, opens the closet, grabs gold shoes and runs back out again slipping the shoes on her feet as she moves, grumbling the whole way.
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Post by princessariel96 on Apr 12, 2013 8:50:27 GMT -5
I haven't been following this from the beginning but now that I've read the recent update (& the whole thing from the start), I like the outline and the way the story's going. Keep it up!
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Post by Kimberly on Apr 21, 2013 11:59:53 GMT -5
I love your story please keep it going.
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