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[thelarkestsongbird]

Forever Young

TW: Angst

A group of kids passed by you today,

Small bodies, rounded cheeks, soft skin,

They ask how old you are,

You tell them,

It's much older than any of them are.

They ask you questions,

They ask you advice,

And You realize,

You've heard these things before,

For you once asked them to someone you thought knew it all,

One child asks you about loneliness,

Why are they surrounded by people,

Yet known by no one?

You remember going out to a party a few nights pass,

Table full of bodies, empty of people,

Words spoken, left unanswered,

You tell her to only know herself,

That's the only friend she'll ever truly need.

A boy asks you about sadness,

Where does it come from if nothing happens

You think of unknown tears shed by unknown people at night,

When trees beat against the walls,

You ask him why they need a reason to.

The last child asks you about happiness,

How do you feel happy?

You Stop and ponder,

Your mind is blank,

You tell them to define happiness,

They say it's smiling willingly,

You think.

When you were their age, you remember

Smiling with your friends,

Loneliness never invaded,

Nights were spent reading books,

and falling asleep under glow stars.

When did you do from knowing nothing to knowing everything?

Instantly,

The only difference is expectations,

You are the oldest now, the one with all the answers,

You look at the children,

And tell them to be forever young.

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Sorry about absolutely lying about another story. I've been travelling a lot and haven't had time to sit down and write. The Princess is coming soon I promise. I have some poems queued up in the meantime though, I hope you enjoy.

[thelarkestsongbird]

No story today since I just got attacked by homework but stay tuned for the tale of the Princess (probably on Wednesday or Thursday)

[thelarkestsongbird]

The Knight

Summary: A story told in letters, a tragedy told in words.

TW: Implied suicide (you have to squint, but it's better safe than sorry), death

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Your Highness,

The campaign in the west has gone well. We rode into the Dawnpass just last night. Tents have already been pitched and Sir Mercer has already demanded I take his shift on nightwatch. And Trot has already managed to piss in my bedroll, so I took it.

As  I write to you, I sit under a large oak tree. You would like it; it’s exactly like the one in the palace gardens. The one you would drag me to every morning to watch the sunrise. Though, there’s no sunrise here, just a restless night. Even if there were, I wouldn’t watch it. I can’t revel in anything without you by my side.

I’m truly sorry for leaving without your knowledge, Your Highness, but I know you worry for me too much. If I had told you, you would have worked yourself into a frenzy, and I would hate to be the source of your worries. 

As it stands, the bandits have no chance against us. We outnumber them and outmatch them. Your father has entrusted me with this mission to prove myself. And when I return, I will kneel and let you scream at me for as long as you wish. I will see you soon, my liege.

-Yours Truly,

Sir Ronan

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My Royal Highness,

Please excuse the blood on the letter, my liege. The bandits ambushed us at camp early this morning and I got hit in the skirmish. If it were up to me, I would have replaced the paper, but the Captain has been strict on our movements. We cannot afford to backtrack to the villages, in case the bandits follow us.  Do not worry, the blood is not my own. I was a bit careless when dealing with the bandits, and some of it stained my gloves.

I admit, I miss mornings in the castle. Instead of waking up to shouting and the battlefield, I woke up to you. Your smile, your laugh. I relish in the memories shared before sunrise when it felt like it was just us and your chambers. Of course, there would be times when your sister entered your room unannounced, and you would shove me in the nearest closet. You broke my nose. I still laugh about it to this day.

I shall be home soon, and we can share more mornings like those. Though we staved off one encounter, we have learned something worrying. This is already in the report to your father, but you should know as heir to the throne: the bandits have a leader.

We are aiming to confront them at their home soon. The Captain wants to attempt negotiation. Me and the other Soldiers think it’s pointless. They’ve already ravaged so much land. But it is not my place to question my superiors. For now, I shall join the march further west.  Just know that I think of you always, Your Highness. And when we reunite, I shall never depart from you again.

-Eternally Yours,

Sir Ronan

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My Gracious Royal,

It seems we will have to wait a little longer for our reunion, for all attempts at negotiations have been thrown off the table. The bandit leader - he recounted his name, but it’s nonsense in my ears - has ordered his men to drive us out of the countryside. It was Sir Mercer’s fault, really.  The loudmouth would not hold his tongue. But it hardly matters now: we’ve been forced to make one final stance at our camp.

It’s in times like these where I miss you the most. The troops are training like it’s their last days. For some, it might be. Yet all my mind thinks about is you, my love. My thoughts drift to those shared sunrises, those chaotic mornings spent in closets. I think about those galas your father would throw and how you would drag me from my post to sneak kisses beneath the moon. It’s all that keeps me going on these dreary nights.

The odds are grime. The bandits have more numbers than we thought. But they haven’t been trained in combat and their one motivation is greed. My motivation is you.

I might come back to you injured, blood gushing from whatever wounds they managed to inflict. I will not pretend I am invulnerable. I might not be able to watch the sunrises with you for a few weeks. Divines know how persistent the healers are. But I will return for you. That, I swear.

I can hear the Captain shouting orders now. The bandits are upon us. Know this, my liege; I will fight for you. Both for your kingdom, and your love. When I return, I will have proven myself to your father, and I will marry you.

-Until We Meet again,

Your Ronan

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My Bravest Knight,

Oh my love, you were supposed to return alive.

They brought you on horseback this morning. You were so still, like a rock. I’ve never seen you like that before. You were always so lively.

Captain Aurelius told me you landed the last blow on the bandit leader. Did he land yours too? Or did you outlast him? I bet you beat him. The Ronan I know is stronger than anyone in the world.

There is a part of me that rages at your body. Did you not care for my feelings? Running to join the march while I slept. I never cared about your status. I would have wed you even if my father disagreed. I would have fought for that. You didn’t need to prove yourself to anyone but me! And you proved yourself long ago.

The other part mourns. There will be no sunsets, or secrets shared beneath the stars. I will never see your eyes gleam with life again. You were the one for me, Ronan, and now you are the corpse I will have to watch be returned to the earth.

I hear my sister calling for me now, yet I can’t answer. There is no world with me alive without you. They have known this since they brought us together as children.

Only a moment, my love, I will see you soon.

-Forever at your side,

Prince Elias

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And now, Lark's endnotes

I'll say it before and I'll say it again, you can pry knight x royal from my dead hands.

This one is twice as long as yesterday's. Expect next time's to be somewhere in the middle. As always, feel free to interact I love yapping to people :)

[thelarkestsongbird]

Oh the day I learn how to draw halfway decent it's so over

[thelarkestsongbird]

Struggling with descriptors? Here are some synonyms to make your scene more interesting!

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Afraid

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Apprehensive

Dread

Foreboding

Frightened

Mistrustful

Panicked

Petrified

Scared

Suspicious

Terrified

Wary

Worried

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Annoyed

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Aggravated

Dismayed

Disgruntled

Displeased

Exasperated

Frustrated

Impatient

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Angry

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Enraged

Furious

Incensed

Indignant

Irate

Livid

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Resentful

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Animosity

Appalled

Contempt

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Hate

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Bewildered

Dazed

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Lost

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Alarmed

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Disturbed

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Rattled

Restless

Shocked

Startled

Surprised

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Turbulent

Turmoil

Uncomfortable

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Anxious

Cranky

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Edgy

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[thelarkestsongbird]

The King

Summary: A King makes a decision.

“Please Your Majesty,” the man begged, wisely planting his eyes to the ground as he kneeled before the throne. “All I ask is enough food to feed my family for the rest of the winter.”

The throne room echoed in silence. Despite the vast space,only 5 men occupied the room.  The begging man, who kneeled beneath glass murals of heroics. The knights, flanking the throne with the likeness of ancient statues. And a man sat atop the royal seat.

The King. 

His name was whispered with frightened awe around the kingdom, yet no one seemed to remember it. Only flashes of his deep frown and the sharpness of his eyes remained in their memories.

The King leaned forward, gloved hands rested against his lap. “What a request,” he said with a quirked eyebrow. “One might wonder what had occurred. Sir?....”

“Harris, Your Majesty. And-” Harris cleared his throat “-and our storage was burned. By those bastard bandits.”

“Live west, don’t you Harris?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. On the farmlands. The area’s been ravaged by bandits.”

Yes, he had been trying to resolve that issue, working with his supposed Guard Captain on better patrol routes. An advisor had interrupted before they truly got started. A part of him regretted accepting. The world outside had grown dark, and yet he sat on his throne. His coat still clung to him. The crown weighed on his head like a boulder, and his medals chimed whenever he moved.

“Mr.Harris.” The King ran a tired hand through his locks. “It’s the middle of winter. I have an army of thousands to feed. What makes you think I should give away my stocks to a peasant?”

Even the knights by his side tensed at the question, yet the King remained steadfast. Caution and cruelty were twins, often mistaken as one another.

The man dared to raise his head. His gaze met the King’s like a wounded animal. Even the King - the intransigent and noxious man the people called him- felt his heart clench in pity.

“Please,” the man repeated. It was hardly a whisper. “Don’t you have children? The young prince and princess.”

“Prince Elias. And Princess Anela” The names rolled off his tongue softly.

“They’re my daughter’s age. She’s so so hungry, Your Majesty.” Harris’ throat bobbed as he spoke. With a trembling voice, he added, “and so sick. She needs food.”

The King hummed, but the sympathy Harris attempted never stirred. Ruling didn’t allow for pity. But The King softened his eyes, playing into the fantasy Harris created in his head.

“I have….some food I’m willing to bargain for.” The King hid his amusement as Harris snapped to attention. “But I’m no philanthropist, Sir Harris-”

“Yes, yes of course Your Majesty. Of course I-”

“You will work in the palace for the rest of the winter. Your wife too.”

“Y-Yes of course!” Harris bellowed with happiness as he bounced up with rediscovered enthusiasm. “Thank you, Your Majesty. Oh gracious King, oh kind King!”

He took a step towards the dais, arms outstretched as wide as his grin. His foot met the ground the moment the knights snapped into action. With a flash of shining iron, a sword was tucked under his chin.

Harris froze. His eyes widened as he stared down the blade. The knight regarded him coldly beneath his armet. If the King ordered it, his head could be on the ground in seconds.

The King could only sigh.

“Bring him to the pantries. Give him enough to last him the remaining winter months.”

The King heard as Harris shouted his gratitude, and then his devotion when he ran out of blessings. His voice faded into silence as his knights led him down the castle’s hallways.

When the throne room housed only him and his thoughts, he let himself go. His back slumped against the backrest while he crossed his legs. The King allowed himself to reach up and pluck the crown from his head.

If the child was sick, she would die anyway. No amount of food could replace medicine, yet he didn’t beg for that, so the King would not suggest it. If the man wanted to plead for food, so be it. It was not his job to educate his people.

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(OH I'M NOT READY I'M NOT READ-)

And now presenting, Lark's endnotes:

I have a goal. Four short stories each week, connected together by a theme. Since they're quick, small things, they won't be edited. No beta we die like my motivation.

Anyway, the first theme will be royalty because I am a fantasy reader at heart I fear. You can pry knight x royal from my cold dead hands.

Feel free to comment or interact :) and please criticize but criticize gently lol.

[thelarkestsongbird]

Tales From the Winds Part.2

Greed is a sniveling hog, whose fate is those of the slaughtered,

Relinquish your avarice, for it attracts the Winds,

Eyes fill with mischief when want overtakes the mind

Eager beings they are, when a fly becomes entrapped in their web,

Dread the moments you hear Whispers in the zephyrs,

Forget the promises found in the moving reeds,

Unless the Winds are gracious, you will succumb to misfortune,

Listen to me, Wise Ones, for the fate of the Beggar could happen to you

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This is from The Beggar. A poor man, who's greed led to his grave.

[thelarkestsongbird]

Oh my gosh I figured it out

@seafaringchronicles - The first blog of many, where magic is hunted on seas.

There’s not much on it, but I have some fun plans for it so stay tuned.

[thelarkestsongbird]

hi are you in any fandoms

I’m in a bunch! I’m not one to write fanfics but I am a yapper and I WILL yap about headcanons and theories if promoted;

-Musical Theatre (I am, infact, a theatre kid 😔 and yes I am a fruit thank you for noticing 😔)

--The Last Of Us

-Criminal Minds

-BALDURS GATE 3

-Assassins Creed

-Book Of Life (it’s not dead guys TRUST)

-Percy Jackson

-Criminal Minds

-Horizon Zero Dawn

-Six Of Crows

-Sunbearer Trials

-Stardew Valley

-Red Dead Redemption

-Yaelokre’s music

-Books just books in general I LOVE BOOKS I-

I’m also in a lot of other fandoms, I just have the memorization of a minuscule goldfish.

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Tales From The Wind part.1

Wanderlust roams our brain 

A wolf, set to wear out poor souls,

Naive are those who ignore the warnings,

Danger lurks behind the mask of adventure, they say,

Even more naive are those who listen to the Wind,

Roaring in our ears ‘Follow your heart, listen and wish upon us’

Learn to shun the Wind, for it only whispers lies

Unable to explain it, I leave you this tale,

Some will find,

That the Scarecrow lives in us all.

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This poem is part of a short story series called 'Tales From The Winds' I've been working on. This is from the story called 'The Scarecrow'.

[thelarkestsongbird]

Hello!

Time for an introduction!

My name's Lark! I write stories and build worlds. Share with the world, I do not, but obviously, I'm here so I'm trying.

I have multiple worlds I've made during the years, and I plan to make a blog for each of them, but I only have one right now. Which I will link once I figure out how to use technology :D If you like pirates, you'll like Seafaring Chronicles.

I'm also a poem writer, so expect some poems if you're into that. Follow me, yap to me about your writing ideas, but just remember I am a minor and I will not hesitate to block you :)

That's all from me. Enjoy the show.