Hello Everyone,
First of all, I wanted to thank you all for making this space such a rich and active place, because almost every topic or response has something interesting to learn from. I'm pretty new in the forum and I must admit that I've found much more than I was expecting to find, specially when even the forum format seems so outdated against all the rest of the social media present right now.
This is the opening scene of what I've been working for quite a while now. The original synopsis was written 15 years ago and has gone through many changes as I've grown older and seen other things to draw ideas from, including material about writing techniques.
I expect it to be bad, so thanks in advance for the feedback. I'd love to know if you'd read further to know how the story goes,
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Footsteps resonate hurrying down the corridor of the shadowed royal palace, running through the hallway with a retinue of the Royal Guard. Destination: The throne hall, looking for the king Albert Valdénne, whom they find in the big oval hall in the company of the queen Irene Bordeaux and a small entourage that moves anxiously all around the place.
The king is intrigued and visibly stressed, as his short and fat body walks around the hall in close circles with his face reddish and his hair white, looking down with the hands on his back, doing his usual anxious yet useless thinking. The queen does not behave much differently, but her old eyes still remain sharp despite her age.
"Albert, just deter yourself from moving that much! What may be the reason for such turmoil?" the queen says, feeling anxious and confused. The useless march of his husband stresses her.
"My king, my queen! Please, you must come with me at once!" a female guard says, just arriving at the hall.
"Natalie! What are you saying, my dear?!" the queen responds. Her complexion is even more tense than it always is.
"My queen, Daniel Heart-Eguisse, he’s with soldiers approaching the palace! We must stick to the protocols and leave the palace immediately!" Natalie says, still catching her breath, as her slim but fit body hasn’t been tested this way yet.
"The Scarlet Order again?! How outrageous! The agreement has already been signed!" the queen says, infuriated.
"Don’t worry Irene, I’ll meddle with Daniel personally in his headquarters..." the king says, not quite convinced.
"Are you out of your mind, Albert? Let’s deal with him here and now. They’ve never had the audacity to come here without advance notice!" the queen responds, sharply as usual.
"I just cannot accept more tantrums from this General!" the king is annoyed and his face turns even more reddish.
"Just let’s gather more guards in here so Daniel won’t be tempted of doing something stupid." the queen replies, trying to do something useful.
"My queen, if you’re considering that Daniel might recur to violence, it’s imperative to take refuge at once. It’s for your own safety." Natalie says firmly, with her bold eyebrows frowned and her pink eyes sharp as always.
"Don’t worry, my dear Natalie. It’s just for dissuasive purposes. Neither of us would want a civil war to trigger today. Better stay with Diane." Queen Irene says in a motherly way.
More footsteps echo. rushing from inside the hallway into the hall. More guards enter the scene, led by the head of the Royal Guard, Sophie Navallet. She’s tense, her brown wolf ears tall, picking every step she hears, her brown wolf tail crisped as the cool shivers of uncertainty fill her short yet curvy body. She’s the most trusted of the miasmon race in the kingdom, and among them, probably the best demi-wolf in combat. The queen’s face turns white after seeing the recognizable orange wavy hair of her daughter; the princess seconds Sophie in their arrival.
"Diane! What are you doing here! It’s too dangerous!" the queen yells, anxious.
"Mother! I ought to confirm by myself the rumors about the Scarlet Order marching towards the palace." the princess responds with determination coming from her intense blue eyes.
"I’m afraid It's entirely true, that’s why you must leave! Natalie, please take her away!" the queen commands, stressed. She must protect the best heir to the throne.
"I won’t stand aside in these dire moments, father. I trust this is just another misunderstanding." the princess says. She’s determined to stay, as her lush pale face gets tenser.
"We all hope so, darling." the king says with more hope than he really has.
"Where are Arthur and Marjolie, mother? Are they safe?" Diane asks
"Your sister is at her residence, taking shelter. Your brother is nowhere to be found, but you know how he is." the queen replies, trying to cling to a naive sense of hope.
A thunderous noise gradually fills the air, coming from hundred steps in synchrony, made louder by every second until becoming almost deafening, to halt dead just outside the main gates at the end of the hall.
The rapid heartbeat of the princess can be heard for a second. Screeeeeeech!
A loud slash cuts through the gates from ceiling to floor, shattering the inner bars locking the entrance. That curved and thin blade can only belong to one man: Daniel Heart-Eguisse, with his army after him. His icy eyes fixed at the throne, his short dark orange hair seems more reddish than usual, but his tone is way warmer than his gaze.
"Your majesty, I must apologize. The Scarlet Order will cover this unfortunate wreckage, but I shall be your guest for a while, for urgent matters." the general says kindly, his fine black and burgundy coat dances as he steps in.
"What is the meaning of this, General?! This is unheard of in this kingdom! Sword in hand forcing your way into the palace!" Diane yells, willing to face Daniel alone.
"My princess, please don’t act rashly!" Natalie steps forward to stop her, feeling nervous.
"I’ll take care of this!" King Albert says, walking forward in a sudden.
The king nervously approaches Daniel. Queen Irene, Natalie, Sophie, Diane and the guards move swiftly to catch this sudden and clumsy act of diplomacy.
"I’m afraid that my presence before you would not be necessary if you honored our agreement, your majesty…" Daniel says with confidence.
"You are exceeding your attributions by a large margin, General! This is absolutely barbaric and unnecessary." the queen yells, trying to inspire authority.
"And you are exceedingly failing in your attributions, your majesty. Our people need its rulers!" Daniel says. His expression is not as warm as minutes ago, his thin frowned brows make his gaze even more piercing.
"We already had this parliament, General! The agreement will be taken into action in no time, so please deter yourself for this imprudent behavior!" the queen sure knows how to impose herself.
"The negotiations with Algalord and Weignard should have taken place weeks ago! Those islands are not worth the hunger of our people!" Daniel yells, talking louder every time he speaks.
"I was hoping for some rain to arrive at last, General! We could not resign sovereignty if we could manage to wait a bit more!" the king says, with a mildly trembling voice.
"There is no sovereignty in famine, King! Enough with naivety and bureaucracy…" Daniel yells, but his tone shifts suddenly, to soft coldness.
"You know this is temporal, General, now make your leave at once!" the king yells, with all the bravery he could manage to gather.
A golden aura embraces Daniel, his hair and clothes shine with his spirit magic. He steps forward at almost lightspeed, standing before King Albert, shocked, unable to breathe as the general needs almost no strength to painfully squeeze his throat.
"Indeed, everything is temporal…" Daniel whispers, with silent amusement.
An aura detaches off the king’s body and gets absorbed by Daniel, leaving the king pale, lifeless. Pale as well, the queen screams in horror. Guards fire their crossbows, Daniel smiles, dodging one bolt, slicing the other. More guards attack the general, their moves look childish, his moves do not. His aura shines further, the guard’s armor gets slashed like butter. He’s faster than the blood that spills out of the five bodies falling to the ground.
"Take my heirs out of here, now!" The queen cries, trying to avoid a massacre.
First of all, I wanted to thank you all for making this space such a rich and active place, because almost every topic or response has something interesting to learn from. I'm pretty new in the forum and I must admit that I've found much more than I was expecting to find, specially when even the forum format seems so outdated against all the rest of the social media present right now.
This is the opening scene of what I've been working for quite a while now. The original synopsis was written 15 years ago and has gone through many changes as I've grown older and seen other things to draw ideas from, including material about writing techniques.
I expect it to be bad, so thanks in advance for the feedback. I'd love to know if you'd read further to know how the story goes,
______________________________________________________________________
Footsteps resonate hurrying down the corridor of the shadowed royal palace, running through the hallway with a retinue of the Royal Guard. Destination: The throne hall, looking for the king Albert Valdénne, whom they find in the big oval hall in the company of the queen Irene Bordeaux and a small entourage that moves anxiously all around the place.
The king is intrigued and visibly stressed, as his short and fat body walks around the hall in close circles with his face reddish and his hair white, looking down with the hands on his back, doing his usual anxious yet useless thinking. The queen does not behave much differently, but her old eyes still remain sharp despite her age.
"Albert, just deter yourself from moving that much! What may be the reason for such turmoil?" the queen says, feeling anxious and confused. The useless march of his husband stresses her.
"My king, my queen! Please, you must come with me at once!" a female guard says, just arriving at the hall.
"Natalie! What are you saying, my dear?!" the queen responds. Her complexion is even more tense than it always is.
"My queen, Daniel Heart-Eguisse, he’s with soldiers approaching the palace! We must stick to the protocols and leave the palace immediately!" Natalie says, still catching her breath, as her slim but fit body hasn’t been tested this way yet.
"The Scarlet Order again?! How outrageous! The agreement has already been signed!" the queen says, infuriated.
"Don’t worry Irene, I’ll meddle with Daniel personally in his headquarters..." the king says, not quite convinced.
"Are you out of your mind, Albert? Let’s deal with him here and now. They’ve never had the audacity to come here without advance notice!" the queen responds, sharply as usual.
"I just cannot accept more tantrums from this General!" the king is annoyed and his face turns even more reddish.
"Just let’s gather more guards in here so Daniel won’t be tempted of doing something stupid." the queen replies, trying to do something useful.
"My queen, if you’re considering that Daniel might recur to violence, it’s imperative to take refuge at once. It’s for your own safety." Natalie says firmly, with her bold eyebrows frowned and her pink eyes sharp as always.
"Don’t worry, my dear Natalie. It’s just for dissuasive purposes. Neither of us would want a civil war to trigger today. Better stay with Diane." Queen Irene says in a motherly way.
More footsteps echo. rushing from inside the hallway into the hall. More guards enter the scene, led by the head of the Royal Guard, Sophie Navallet. She’s tense, her brown wolf ears tall, picking every step she hears, her brown wolf tail crisped as the cool shivers of uncertainty fill her short yet curvy body. She’s the most trusted of the miasmon race in the kingdom, and among them, probably the best demi-wolf in combat. The queen’s face turns white after seeing the recognizable orange wavy hair of her daughter; the princess seconds Sophie in their arrival.
"Diane! What are you doing here! It’s too dangerous!" the queen yells, anxious.
"Mother! I ought to confirm by myself the rumors about the Scarlet Order marching towards the palace." the princess responds with determination coming from her intense blue eyes.
"I’m afraid It's entirely true, that’s why you must leave! Natalie, please take her away!" the queen commands, stressed. She must protect the best heir to the throne.
"I won’t stand aside in these dire moments, father. I trust this is just another misunderstanding." the princess says. She’s determined to stay, as her lush pale face gets tenser.
"We all hope so, darling." the king says with more hope than he really has.
"Where are Arthur and Marjolie, mother? Are they safe?" Diane asks
"Your sister is at her residence, taking shelter. Your brother is nowhere to be found, but you know how he is." the queen replies, trying to cling to a naive sense of hope.
A thunderous noise gradually fills the air, coming from hundred steps in synchrony, made louder by every second until becoming almost deafening, to halt dead just outside the main gates at the end of the hall.
The rapid heartbeat of the princess can be heard for a second. Screeeeeeech!
A loud slash cuts through the gates from ceiling to floor, shattering the inner bars locking the entrance. That curved and thin blade can only belong to one man: Daniel Heart-Eguisse, with his army after him. His icy eyes fixed at the throne, his short dark orange hair seems more reddish than usual, but his tone is way warmer than his gaze.
"Your majesty, I must apologize. The Scarlet Order will cover this unfortunate wreckage, but I shall be your guest for a while, for urgent matters." the general says kindly, his fine black and burgundy coat dances as he steps in.
"What is the meaning of this, General?! This is unheard of in this kingdom! Sword in hand forcing your way into the palace!" Diane yells, willing to face Daniel alone.
"My princess, please don’t act rashly!" Natalie steps forward to stop her, feeling nervous.
"I’ll take care of this!" King Albert says, walking forward in a sudden.
The king nervously approaches Daniel. Queen Irene, Natalie, Sophie, Diane and the guards move swiftly to catch this sudden and clumsy act of diplomacy.
"I’m afraid that my presence before you would not be necessary if you honored our agreement, your majesty…" Daniel says with confidence.
"You are exceeding your attributions by a large margin, General! This is absolutely barbaric and unnecessary." the queen yells, trying to inspire authority.
"And you are exceedingly failing in your attributions, your majesty. Our people need its rulers!" Daniel says. His expression is not as warm as minutes ago, his thin frowned brows make his gaze even more piercing.
"We already had this parliament, General! The agreement will be taken into action in no time, so please deter yourself for this imprudent behavior!" the queen sure knows how to impose herself.
"The negotiations with Algalord and Weignard should have taken place weeks ago! Those islands are not worth the hunger of our people!" Daniel yells, talking louder every time he speaks.
"I was hoping for some rain to arrive at last, General! We could not resign sovereignty if we could manage to wait a bit more!" the king says, with a mildly trembling voice.
"There is no sovereignty in famine, King! Enough with naivety and bureaucracy…" Daniel yells, but his tone shifts suddenly, to soft coldness.
"You know this is temporal, General, now make your leave at once!" the king yells, with all the bravery he could manage to gather.
A golden aura embraces Daniel, his hair and clothes shine with his spirit magic. He steps forward at almost lightspeed, standing before King Albert, shocked, unable to breathe as the general needs almost no strength to painfully squeeze his throat.
"Indeed, everything is temporal…" Daniel whispers, with silent amusement.
An aura detaches off the king’s body and gets absorbed by Daniel, leaving the king pale, lifeless. Pale as well, the queen screams in horror. Guards fire their crossbows, Daniel smiles, dodging one bolt, slicing the other. More guards attack the general, their moves look childish, his moves do not. His aura shines further, the guard’s armor gets slashed like butter. He’s faster than the blood that spills out of the five bodies falling to the ground.
"Take my heirs out of here, now!" The queen cries, trying to avoid a massacre.