Most of you probably won't remember, but years ago I posted parts from the first two stories from a series of a sci-fi comedy stories i am writing with a friend. We stopped writing for a while and tried to learn from the mistakes of the first stories. And I do believe we did.
This is the first part of the (incomplete at the time being) fifth story. This story is also intended to be a good jump on point for the rest of the stories.
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Please comment, critisize, advize over our writting style.
The first four stories can be found at Age of Aurora[/FONT][/FONT]
This is the first part of the (incomplete at the time being) fifth story. This story is also intended to be a good jump on point for the rest of the stories.
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[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Amsterdam… Used to be the most famous city of the Netherlands and one of the most beautiful in the world. Now it is every bit as beautiful; though, not a city any more. It was late in the 21st century that all prediction had it the dams protecting the city, its canals, buildings and inhabitants wouldn’t hold against the rising sea. The whole area around its historic centre was evacuated and the people relocated several kilometres inland, behind some relatively new, extra-high dikes. The evacuation of the metropolitan coastal areas of Noord and Zuid Holland was deemed the most prudent solution, as it was the least resources-consuming. Up on the top of the new dikes there’s a motorway and a wide promenade, most of the time crowded with tourists. These very pedestrians are privileged to behold a quite rare view of not-so-much tamed nature extending to the north-east. For the old ways to keep the water out didn’t fail, as the sea barely penetrated them. The Afsluitdijk gave in to the unpredictable North Sea, in several places, after a series of storms. Apart from making IJsselmeer Zuiderzee again, the environmental change and the precautions against loss of life created the Museum City of the Venice of the North and some thousand acres of almost-never-underwater valuable real estate. The estate was bought by the Senate in an attempt to provide funds for the modernization of the flood control network.
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]A magnificent palace, built in a style named faery, to match the surroundings, stands in front of the city centre, on a peninsula reclaimed from the Markermeer, a strong reminder that although the Dutch still have their own government in the Hague, the empire is there, looking down on them. The beautiful garden surrounding the palace is filled with tulips and spreads to the north as far as the eyes can see. Not even a path is visible, since all transport in or out of the palace is by small planes that land in a private airway within the estate.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]A lonely tulip was enjoying the morning breeze, slowly looking up towards the life giving Sun god, when a large hoof landed over it. Did anyone think life’s fair? Even in a fair-y place such as this. A large hot blooded stallion was galloping proudly through the tulip field, paying no attention to the colourful flowers. Its thrilled rider was princess Inara, wife of Ardene, heir to the throne of the empire. Times like this allowed her to forget everything and feel truly free and, predictably, as these things go, happy.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]As soon as the palace was out of sight, they stopped and she walked the horse to a nearby tree to rest. She absorbed the landscape. Green fields with islets of colourful flowers as the eye could reach, spotted here and there with traditional water pumps, windmills, or not so traditional water pumps disguised as windmills. Soothing, the best cure after a charity world tour. She had almost fallen asleep when she realized that someone was standing menacingly in front of her. She opened her eyes to see Amelia, her sister-in-law, daughter of emperor Geron and sister or prince Ardene. [/FONT]
"What are you doing here?" Inara asked.
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]The horse was minding its own business till then, but felt curious about who the girl was talking to. It approached with interest, and perhaps the idea of a sugar cube, which translates in horse-hope. But the sight of Amelia scared it! It started running away, as if something terrible was behind it. The two young women started running behind it instinctively, not really expecting to catch it. The stallion was approaching a steep cliff but it didn't really pay attention to where it was going. It kept looking back to them, when it suddenly realized that it didn't have any more ground under its feet. But it was too late.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]The girls got to the edge but all they saw was fire as the horse had just exploded! Stunned, the girls just looked at the fire, not knowing what to believe. A smell of roast meat was filling their nostrils. They remained silent for a while.[/FONT]
"Well, I guess somebody planted a bomb in him" said Princess Amelia several moments later. "Poor horse" she sighed.
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]"Hey! I could have been on him when it happened!" Inara gasped towards Amelia, who didn't return the look.[/FONT]
"Yes, it's a good thing you survived, but can't you respect the fact that a good horse died?" Amelia said, full of spite. She didn't really care about the horse; she just wanted to tease her sister-in-law. And Inara knew that but she was too angry to think anything clever to say. After all, she couldn't even be sure that Amelia was innocent in this. Why was she there anyway?
"Are you alright?" a worried voice sounded behind them. The girls turned to see four security guards standing a few feet away from them.
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]"We're fine" Amelia answered. "Somebody planted a bomb in the horse and it blew up" she said in a cold voice.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]"Oh, my!" said the guard who spoke before with a shocked look. "Poor creature!" He examined the remains down below. “Barbequed” he sighed not without astonishment.[/FONT]
"I could have been riding him when it happened" Inara said angrily.
"That was probably their intention" he said, and Inara felt shocked by the realization that maybe someone was actually trying to kill her rather than the horse. Who would want to do something like that? Her eyes, as if they had a will of their own, suddenly turned to Amelia.
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]"Please," Amelia said dismissingly, after noticing the accusing stare, "I would have chosen a far more elegant method, like poison. Bombs are too impersonal for my tastes. I mean, any wacko that pays more attention to ideology and effect than wisdom can stuff their pet or brat with a load of weapons grade hydrogen and a detonator. Where’s the thrill in that? It involves no expansion of the understanding, it’s mere fanaticism".[/FONT]
"Are you saying I shouldn't be afraid of you?"
Amelia returned the look blankly. "No, I'm saying that I wasn't responsible for this" she said and turned her attention to the guards. "By the way, how did you get here so fast? We're miles away from the castle".
"We were on our way to you already because we were tasked with the delivery of an urgent personal message".
"Personal for whom? Me or her?" Amelia asked.
"Both of you actually" the guard answered.
"Then what are you waiting for? You said it's urgent!"
The four guards looked at each other meaningfully and suddenly put small gas masks (well hidden before then) on their faces. Before the two girls could react, the man who spoke with them threw a gas bomb between them. They were both unconscious by the time they hit the ground.
Please comment, critisize, advize over our writting style.
The first four stories can be found at Age of Aurora[/FONT][/FONT]