Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2017 17:48:05 GMT -5
Summercrown
Summercrown is a webcomic based in a fantasy world controlled by three central kingdoms. The narration follows the Ruviikoths; the royal family who rule over the second-wealthiness city, Kluehnard. You know what? This "official" way of typing just isn't suiting me. Let's just go ahead and get out that this is a medieval themed fantasy story. If any of these things will upset you, please don't look any further into this!
-Arranged marriages
-A romantic relationship between two males
-Death and murder, but it will never be overly detailed
-Misogyny (But I promise you none of these girls put up w/ it. dey stronk)
-I'll update this as the story progresses, so please look back often!!!!
-A romantic relationship between two males
-Death and murder, but it will never be overly detailed
-Misogyny (But I promise you none of these girls put up w/ it. dey stronk)
-I'll update this as the story progresses, so please look back often!!!!
Some of you might know that I planned to make this a graphic novel rather than a writing peice, but I'm afraid that making sences and telling the story is much harder through pictures than words. I still have every hope to make the graphic version of it, but it won't be anytime soon. I hope you can all find the patience to read through it instead of just look at pictures, I know it will take more of your time but I'll be glad to entertain!
Onto the characters
also like,,,, i know the whole colored eyes thing is so dumb and over used but,, guys... please bare with it ok,, I promise you they don't have some amazing prophecy to fulfill
Kluehnard;
Alexander I Ruviikoth- King of Kluehnard
Alexander took rule of Kluehnard after the mysterious passing of his father and mother; both found murdered in their room. Despite his claims to royalty and the agreement of the royal officials, few believe Alexander as the true king due strictly to his skin color; dark in contrast to his parent's fair shades. Unlike his father, Alexander kept the castle's gates open to the public, but made sure the guardsmen only welcomed high-class into the courtyard and throne room. "My father kept many secrets from his people. I believe I was the biggest one, for obvious reasons. My children and I hold no such shames or fears. My home is yours."
Selena Ruvikkoth- Queen of Kluenhnard
With his parents dead and no marriage arrangements in place at the time of their passing, Alexander wasn't worried about traditions when he chose his wife. Supposed childhood friends, Alexander set out to find and bring Selena back with him to Kluenhard. Royal blood or not, Selena fit right into the crowd with her ivory skin and dark hair color. She was always quiet and reserved, though her love for her people was clear. It was after her first born that the queen was seen in a much different light. Selena was rarely seen by the commoners and they were all met with a scowl and threatening words.
Alexander II Ruviikoth- Prince of Kluenhnard
Highly preferring the title "heir" to "prince" due to his age, Alexander II is the royal the people know the least about. After twenty-seven years of being the prince, Alexander's public appearances remain scarce. Since the birth of his younger sister whenever the eldest prince is seen he has his arm linked with the princess and it's typically she who does the talking to by passers. Though the rumors among the people speak a million tales, it is assumed it's due to his unusual eye color. Witchcraft most call it. His dark skin makes it nearly impossible to miss the contrast of the honey-gold ring around his pupils.
Amy Ruviikoth- Princess of Kluenhnard
Although the entire family's names are thought strange, Amy's is by far the most questioned. Amy is considered one of the more approachable heirs, assuming her purple irises don't drive the persons in question away on sight. -Once again considered the work of a witch- A year younger than her older brother, she's undoubtedly the closest to him. She is nearly always accompanied by him and will speak for him during meetings and gatherings. While it is considered to be far out of place for a woman to speak during such events, Amy's sharp tongue and insight on politics silences most.
I hate how this one came out but it's okay because its just so you can see what they look like ;n;
Reid Ruviikoth- Prince of Kluenhnard
Reid is just as reluctant to speak to common folk as his older brother, only Reid makes his reason for the silence known. "The only reason I was born was as a back-up plan should my brother die before he has a son of his own. That will not happen, therefore my "royalty" is nullified. There is no reason for me to gain love or loathe from the people, seeing as I'll be forgotten in the bloodline." Reid has a striking resemblance to his older brother, save for Reid's orange irises. -Witchcraft- Reid holds a good relationship with all three of his siblings, but his mother in particular. His father on the other hand is a different story. If it hadn't been for Selena there were multiple times where King Alexander had bid Reid be abandoned or killed as an infant. The king's motives remain a mystery to even the eldest two children.
Naomi Ruviikoth- Princess of Kluenhnard
Despite being the youngest of her family being barely nineteen, Naomi is by far the best known and loved by the people. She spends most of her time trailing through the commons with hopes of brightening as many days as she can. While it's an activity the rest of her family discourages, Naomi refuses to give it up. She finds much more worth in handing flowers to housewives or treating the poor men's children with warm cinnamon rolls. She isn't close to either of her parents and she has always had a strange feeling that her oldest two siblings dislike her, but Naomi is able to always look forward to telling Reid about all the people she'd met that day and to be rejected in her attempts to convince him to join her the next day. Despite her attempts to give and receive love, Naomi is unable to sway all of her kingdom's residents due to the orange shade of her eyes.
Alexander took rule of Kluehnard after the mysterious passing of his father and mother; both found murdered in their room. Despite his claims to royalty and the agreement of the royal officials, few believe Alexander as the true king due strictly to his skin color; dark in contrast to his parent's fair shades. Unlike his father, Alexander kept the castle's gates open to the public, but made sure the guardsmen only welcomed high-class into the courtyard and throne room. "My father kept many secrets from his people. I believe I was the biggest one, for obvious reasons. My children and I hold no such shames or fears. My home is yours."
Selena Ruvikkoth- Queen of Kluenhnard
With his parents dead and no marriage arrangements in place at the time of their passing, Alexander wasn't worried about traditions when he chose his wife. Supposed childhood friends, Alexander set out to find and bring Selena back with him to Kluenhard. Royal blood or not, Selena fit right into the crowd with her ivory skin and dark hair color. She was always quiet and reserved, though her love for her people was clear. It was after her first born that the queen was seen in a much different light. Selena was rarely seen by the commoners and they were all met with a scowl and threatening words.
Alexander II Ruviikoth- Prince of Kluenhnard
Highly preferring the title "heir" to "prince" due to his age, Alexander II is the royal the people know the least about. After twenty-seven years of being the prince, Alexander's public appearances remain scarce. Since the birth of his younger sister whenever the eldest prince is seen he has his arm linked with the princess and it's typically she who does the talking to by passers. Though the rumors among the people speak a million tales, it is assumed it's due to his unusual eye color. Witchcraft most call it. His dark skin makes it nearly impossible to miss the contrast of the honey-gold ring around his pupils.
Amy Ruviikoth- Princess of Kluenhnard
Although the entire family's names are thought strange, Amy's is by far the most questioned. Amy is considered one of the more approachable heirs, assuming her purple irises don't drive the persons in question away on sight. -Once again considered the work of a witch- A year younger than her older brother, she's undoubtedly the closest to him. She is nearly always accompanied by him and will speak for him during meetings and gatherings. While it is considered to be far out of place for a woman to speak during such events, Amy's sharp tongue and insight on politics silences most.
I hate how this one came out but it's okay because its just so you can see what they look like ;n;
Reid Ruviikoth- Prince of Kluenhnard
Reid is just as reluctant to speak to common folk as his older brother, only Reid makes his reason for the silence known. "The only reason I was born was as a back-up plan should my brother die before he has a son of his own. That will not happen, therefore my "royalty" is nullified. There is no reason for me to gain love or loathe from the people, seeing as I'll be forgotten in the bloodline." Reid has a striking resemblance to his older brother, save for Reid's orange irises. -Witchcraft- Reid holds a good relationship with all three of his siblings, but his mother in particular. His father on the other hand is a different story. If it hadn't been for Selena there were multiple times where King Alexander had bid Reid be abandoned or killed as an infant. The king's motives remain a mystery to even the eldest two children.
Naomi Ruviikoth- Princess of Kluenhnard
Despite being the youngest of her family being barely nineteen, Naomi is by far the best known and loved by the people. She spends most of her time trailing through the commons with hopes of brightening as many days as she can. While it's an activity the rest of her family discourages, Naomi refuses to give it up. She finds much more worth in handing flowers to housewives or treating the poor men's children with warm cinnamon rolls. She isn't close to either of her parents and she has always had a strange feeling that her oldest two siblings dislike her, but Naomi is able to always look forward to telling Reid about all the people she'd met that day and to be rejected in her attempts to convince him to join her the next day. Despite her attempts to give and receive love, Naomi is unable to sway all of her kingdom's residents due to the orange shade of her eyes.
Chapter One
Alexander
Alexander
Fa trailed down the wide halls of the castle, playing a mental game with himself to avoid all the sun spots coming in through the uncovered windows. His eyes ran over each tile on the floor, the only sound in the halls being his boots clapping against them. Fa’s brown eyes trailed across the spotless ground that had been hand washed by the royal family’s workers. The messenger’s curiosity was spiked when an off-white object on the ground caught his eye.
Fa stepped a bit faster to sooner kneel next to the object and examine. It was a tooth the shape of a cat’s, only he was certain this didn’t come from a cat. He reached out with his gloved hand, pinching the tip and base of it between his thumb and index finger. He sat back on his heels, raising the object up towards the sun’s rays coming in through the glass. It was thick, Fa could figure that much out from the lack of illimitation it gave through the light.
“Has being a messenger become so boring you were driven to clean the floors?” Fa could recognize the sound of Prince Reid’s voice.
“Or are you hoping to sell one of our hairs to a Romani?” And his brother’s.
Fa nearly jumped out of his skin, hands shaking as he pawed his way back onto his feet and stood up straight to address the two princes making their way for him. That was one thing that drove him nearly mad; the royals never made sound when they moved unless they were wearing armor. “Sorry, my lords.” Fa apologized, hands still shaking behind his back as he stood at attention and looked between their faces. “Something caught my eye ‘as all.”
Alexander and Reid paused in their in-sync steps once they stood five feet from Fa, heads high and backs straight a stark contrast to Fa’s. Alexander II raised an eyebrow at Fa’s reasoning and the messenger quickly brought his hands from behind the back to show them the monstrous canine tooth held between both hands.
“Never seen dog’s tooth before?” Alexander II asked, his tone alone making Fa feel as if he’d made a mistake by coming into the hall at all.
“’Ust looked a lil’ big to be a dog, ser.”
Alexander II narrowed his eyes at the tooth before looking back up to Fa’s face. “Oh?” The eldest prince leaned in forwards. “Then what do you think it belonged to?”
Fa fell silent, looking down at his little trophy and smiling as he considered the possibilities. He looked up to the prince hopefully. “A bear, maybe?”
Fa jumped, recoiling a little at the sudden in-sync laugh that both the brothers struck up. It seemed unreal for a while, how they both drew in breaths at the same time, laughed the same tone and pitch and way. The similarities didn’t end there, though. They could pass for twins if it weren’t for Alexander II having shoulder length hair and yellow eyes compared to Reid’s somewhat longer hair and orange eyes.
“A bear? In the castle? You’re lucky I don’t hang you for a madman!” Alexander avowed. He looked back down to the tooth with a, somewhat bitter, “tisk” before walking forward, making Fa stumble to the left as the prince rammed shoulders with the messenger. He wrapped his left hand around the fang and held it to his side, glancing up to Reid.
“…Keep it.” Reid said with a sigh. “You clearly like it.” The prince reached out, putting a hand on Fa’s shoulder. “Go around telling that there was a bear in the castle and I’ll ring your head like a bell, understood?” Fa had always been treated best by Reid and Naomi, he even considered Reid like a brother- though he’d never voice that.
With a small and nervous laugh the messenger nodded. And pocketed the fang. “Yes, my lord.”
~
“You father has strange taste.” Minister Albus voiced, his worn and elderly voice still bouncing off the wide and empty walls of the chapel. If it hadn’t been for the sound of the heavy wooden doors opening Albus wouldn’t have known of Prince Alexander’s arrival. Albus didn’t fancy himself an uncle-figure or a friend of the prince, but it wasn’t uncommon for Alexander II to approach him. He’d come to know the prince since his young age.
“Dragons are vicious creatures that destroy their enemies with ease. What’s strange about that?” Alexander II inquired as he halted his silent steps once he was beside Albus. Though they’d both looked at the chapel’s main window hundreds of times, they both stood with their heads tilted back to stare up at the massive stained glass mural engraved into the back wall of the chapel. The large two-legged beast sat in the middle with its wings extending out from one end to the other, perched atop and sheltering the farms, houses, animals, and people painted below it.
“Dragons, yes.” The elderly minister turned his head to look at the prince with a small smile. “But wyverns?” He shook his head slightly back and forth. “Like a dog to a wolf.”
“A dog is just a vicious as a wolf when cornered.”
Albus gave a hearty giggle and nodded in understanding, looking back to the mural. “I suppose so.” He sighed and turned, tucking his hands behind his back and holding them together as he started pacing towards the center of the chapel. “What is it that brings you here, heir Alexander? I doubt it is to pray.”
Alexander II gave an amused huff as he followed behind Albus. “You know me all too well, minister.” The prince walked with his head high, as he always did, even in a structure built to worship beings he’d never receive praise from. Albus had told him the stories, while Alexander II was a young child, speaking of the three gods and how they were once mortals and rulers. They’d each had special powers and ruled all three kingdoms at different times.
Cari, the first god. King of the earth. He is called the defender of farms and common folk. He’s prayed to mostly by farmers and it’s said that every rain and every sunny day is his blessing. Yelena is the second god, goddess. She’s the fire goddess, prayed to for most common things; wealth, healthy lives, that sort of thing. The third god was named Yiannis, king of the sea. Prayed to by sailors and pirates mostly. The fourth god was still to come.
Alexander was forced to learn about them as a child.
“Isn’t it improper to marry a nonbeliever in the name of the three?” Alexander finally questioned just as Albus was about to ask again out of fear that the prince hadn’t heard him.
Albus sighed and slowly closed his eyes, bowing his head. “If it were up to me I’d never marry a single soul who didn’t wish it.” He picked his head back up and turned his body so he looked Alexander II in the eyes. “Alas, I do what your father commands. Whether your sister is a believer or not won’t change the ceremony. I’m sorry, Alexander. I know neither one of you looked forward to it.”
Alexander II turned once more to face the stained glass, his eyebrows dropping into a scowl and arms crossing over his chest. He’d stopped listening after the first five words Albus spoke in response.
“It must be done, though. Soon enough the three kingdoms will be-“
“Who do you think the fourth god will be, minister?”
To say Albus was taken off guard would be an understatement. “I… couldn’t begin to guess, my lord. With my age, I doubt I will see him and his reign.” Albus voiced.
“Or her?” Alexander II turned on his heels and asked with a smirk. A challenge.
“…Or her.”
The prince seemed somewhat satisfied with that and turned to leave, letting his arms fall out of their crossed position over his chest. “I hope she’ll be a merciful queen, Alburn.”
“As do I, heir Alexander.” The minister agreed nearly mutely as the royal stepped back towards the chapel doors.
~
“I’d rather be actual meat fed to a dog than sold off like it to a foreigner.” Amy voice her opinion, as she’d done time after time in the past few weeks, with her eyes cast down at the water a mere few feet below her feet. He hands were by her sides, palms flat on the wall of cement and rock she was perched on. “A fortnight before I’m taken captive and stowed away. What a true princess’s honor.”
“I’ve told you a million times.” Alexander II leaned closer to his little sister, hands in his lap and legs crossed where he sat beside her. “Say the word and I’ll send a man to kill all their horses. And our horses. Hell, I’ll even make him kill the horses from Riefntam. Do you think they’d care enough to walk two months on foot for a wedding?”
Amy pursed her lips but it wasn’t enough to stop her smile. She took her eyes off the water, turning her attention to her brother. “Father would personally walk there and carry them to us on his back.” She criticized his plan.
Alexander II leaned back a bit, tipping his head back as he acted as though he was rethinking his plan. “Well…” He started, looking back to his sister with his head tipped sideways like a dog. “Does a king need legs?”
“Your humor will only get us so far.” Amy answered as she started to dig her nails into the stones of the small canal wall suiting as their bench. “Good luck taking father’s legs in the first place.” She added with a grumble. She leaned into her brother’s side nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder. “Tell me, how far did your humor get you with the minister?”
“Not very far, I don’t think. I smiled at him. Don’t think he liked it very much.”
“You have by far the ugliest smile in all of the land.”
“So I’ve been told. By you. Often.”
“Smiles are supposed to be warm, comforting. You look beastly and as if you intend to devour them.”
“I’m always so over joyed and so welcoming it’s savage.”
“I’ll drown you if you make one more “humorous” comment.”
After a moment or two passed Amy glanced up at her brother, when returned the stare. Silently. She smiled and reached up with one hand, squishing his cheeks between her fingers and thumb. “Finally.” She teased his lack of words. She released him and sat up straight again, mimicking his pose and turning her eyes back down to the water.
“I don’t understand why they force the princesses to go to the princes. Father is aiming to be the king, the most powerful king. Why send his daughter away? Shouldn’t we be the ones holding the Netherwind boy hostage?” Amy suggested what weighed on her mind day and night since it was announced that her marriage had been arranged.
“You always scolded me for asking questions and answering them at the same time.” Alexander II replied, looking down at his sister and taking his right hand to comb it through the back of her hair in a comforting motion. He waited long enough for her to glare at him, but not long enough for her to say anything, before he elaborated. “Because, when we do become the royal family and control all three kingdoms we’ll need one of us in each castle.”
Amy raised an eyebrow, frown in place. “And Riefntam? Who will we marry off to control the red keep?”
Alexander smirked, giving a shrug. “I think Reid would make a fine match for prince Faas.”
She smiled, one that reached her eyes. “That’s it.” She placed her hand on his back quickly and gave him a shove towards the edge of the canal. She didn’t give him a chance to react as she turned around and took off, heading for the city’s main road back up to the castle. She didn’t make it far though, before being grabbed and drug to the ground and as soon as she was on her back she shoved her palms blindly upwards to cover her brother’s face and push him away.
“This is the right way to do it.” She said, jutting a knee and catching Alexander II in the stomach. “If we keep acting-“ she grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head and flipping their position on the walkway’s stones. “like commoner children and father will kill us before Prince Kagan can even learn my name.”
Alexander II looked up towards where his wrists were pinned above his head and then back up at his sister, giving her a smile. “Well, if he catches us like this he might just actually put me in the gown and send me instead.”
She smiled, eyes narrowing to cover more of her purple irises and she took her hands from his wrists to instead place them on either of his cheeks and squish his face for the second time that hour. “How uncouth, Alex.”
Chapter Two
Reid
Soon my boys
