One for You (pt. 1)

 While about the palace, within the grand spire upon which Dia is built, I found myself distraught by mine clueless meanderings. So much of these halls had encapsulated my tender years but wonder after their fashion I did not. For why were these walls made to be as the vines for the common folk's homes below my feet, if they were built upon such a grand mountain? For why had I sat so silently within the inner court, afraid to speak not for mine own safety but for the honor of another who was not there? For why had life been so serene in a tumultuous snow capped mount?

I am Princess, soon to be Grand Queen, Revillvia, of all of the Shattered Lands. From mine perch I do see this world's iniquity--what was wrought from the ignorance of man and given to the land before them to bare. It is my right that my desires be fulfilled, and I will accept no other outcome. For that reason I besought my father, Grand King of these Shattered Lands, and asked respite from the questions plaguing my mind. The senile man suggested I seek the answers not from he, but from the people below; that my heels be covered in the vile taint that the common trod each day. Preposterous. 

I had wallowed months, perhaps years in my curiosity, till I gathered my servants and my knights. I would not display myself so weak to such a useless King that I was to succeed by Divine Right. Mine maids and Knights found themselves perplexed, but it did not matter. I am their princess, and they are mine to command, so command them I did that they prepare the way down the mountain, crossed that fane of gemstone steps to the muck below that the pigs in the semblance of humans wallowed about in. I would bless them this once, for mine own pleasure, with my glory.


My first steps upon the gemstone terrace was met with the awe that it demanded. My Maids and Knights bowed as I took within my breast the open sky blessed to me by the Second Angel. It was a marvel to them that I would step about the palace, unprotected by its perplexing stone walls. It is no marvel. I am Princess, soon to be Grand Queen, Revillvia of all of the Shattered Lands. There is no fear that would beset a being so grand as I, the blood of Angels.

Each of mine steps was sharp, but beauteous as it was carried by the wind to the skies about the city that rested below my heels. I had truly been born for such glory, and I came to realize this more as I carried my divinity down to the slough below. It excited my pristine heart to think I would receive the worship I was due before my fool father passed me my rightful crown.

I was harrowed by my first upset as the ice of the mountains became the streams of the foothills. There was filth upon my heels. Mud, they called it. I had not seen such disgust since my time as an impudent child mixing my savor with the dirt of the perplexing courtyard I partook of each morning. Immediately my maidservant was dispatched to remove the taint of my boot. It was well until I had stepped upon another patch of tainted ground. Mine knights came to me next, removing the soil of me. The third time the scornful residue of earth that dare touch me drew my ire, and I removed it myself! Within me was the blood of the Angel of Storms and Sky. Such dirty elements would dare not touch me!

It was the eighth time that mine heels were freed of their disgrace that I chose to wear the vile ground's attacks as a symbol of strength. I would not falter under this loathsome world's attempts to break me! I strode with great dignity, though mine heels were soiled, unbothered by such feeble attempts on my sanity.

In the distance were the hovels the lesser beings lived within: the dens of filth from which my whore mother was plucked by my disgraceful father. Mine knights strode before me, allowing the lowly time to prepare their eyes for my glory. My maids went before me next, tempering the eye's with their lesser beauty. Finally, I shone brightly before them. In their disrespectful bewilderment, they made noise at me and my entourage. Happiness shone across their faces instead of the humility that should have driven their visages into the disgusting ground they toiled in with humility!

My face burned with emotion. I did not know its name, but I knew it burned within me. They were not worth my ire for their foolishness. Certainly they did not know or could not know how to act before one so grand as I. That is why I let them live, instead of ordering their execution. That is why I took their boisterous praise upon me the way I did. It was my prerogative, and nothing more.

Their delegate came before my secretary, beseeching my divine will of them. My intention was made clear that I was desirous of the knowledge kept within the stories and fantasies that they traded. These simple-minded fools did not understand my desires, however. I had no need of history lessons, for I was the maker of their history. Their teachings were useless as they were. Regardless, it had become dark with the shadow of evil that blotted the beauty of the Second Angel's divine sky from my eyes. A place was prepared of someone unworthy's home, that I might be settled within and comforted knowing my superiority to these common folk.

Upon the morrow I was treated to the finest food these folk could muster. It was passable, but not to my liking. Still, I was not so weak that I could not palette such pathetic tastes. As I took in my savor, I noted that the common folk sat round about their tables in a strange manner. I asked of mine maiden, why did they appear queer to me? She responded that they sat, more then thrice to a table. Tables made to hold more than three souls were an oddity to me, as I had never been placed among such at the Palace. Was this awkward practice the strange mechanisms of the poverty-addled mind?

I would not behold such strangeness before me while I took my savor! I commanded my knights that people would seat properly, no more than three to a table, while I was present. The foolish people found themselves perplexed, but obeyed my divine will, despite their lack of tables. When all was done, there was not any room for another soul at a table. All was as it should be, and whilst I continued my meal, mine maiden informed me that the eldest of the people desired my presence. Such impudence, but I relented. Upon viewing the sack of flesh, I understood fast that they wished to bask in my divinity before their time was done. I granted such a wish.

The Elder spoke to me, as I were a common fool as they were. They did not care of my status, because their care was upon the final hours of life they had. I could not order this fool's execution, for the punishment would be too little that I rob them such a meager amount of hours. Instead, I accepted the Elder's praise for my work making one of their silly tales come before their eyes.

Which tale was this, I wondered. The elder explained that upon the mountain from which I hail is a glorious court which the angels themselves partake of their savor, given to them by the mortal supplicants below. This was nonsense. There was no court higher than my very own, and certainly my servants served the blood of angels in me, but not the angels themselves.

As the elder spoke at me I came to realize their foolish stories had made them believe the lies of the wandering heart. I corrected the Elder, speaking that my servants had no other master before me. The Elder did not agree--the treasonous wretch--and insisted that I am proof living of the legend of a table that only seats three grand beings. He questioned why I sought only three souls to a table, and I answered because it is what is correct. To me I was shown that no more than three souls would sit upon the fane's arrangements whilst eating. As we spoke, the Elder's strange perception of my truths struck me. The Elder's tales were myth of my real truth. Was this the knowledge I sought, I inquired? The Elder did not know, but knew of another that might. The Elder was no historian, or teller of tales, but knew of one that lived within Everald's Core, who wrote of these grand events.

After I had partaken of my savor, me and mine setoff that we might seek this knower of tales and knowledge. Foolishly, part of mine knights warned it were a dangerous task to go so far. I would not allow such insubordination. They were cast from me and sent home, and my maids and loyal knights continued without them.

How long had my heels been scorned by the vile soil that had been named mud? I did not know, but it came to bother me again, and mine maids washed my heels and feet as we rested. How long were these strides I took upon myself to learn my curiosities? Was the land I was to inherit so large? Was this land so moist and uncomfortable? Why did the sky blot away as the sun left? Were their no illuminations prepared for my grandeur? This alien world that was mine to posses, but I questioned whether it was worth its retention, or discarding.

My legs, in all their divinity, felt pain within them. My chest felt pain, and I was covered about with disgusting fluid that smelled of the common folk. This was disgraceful that I would be allowed such turmoil, and I cast part of my maids away from my presence for their failure to harbor my perfection from the vile world. Never the less, even without their failure about me, I required that my divine heart stop beating within me so fervently. My loyal maidens removed their dresses that I would have the softest bed that could be mustered in such a disgusting world. I laid and attempted respite from the loathsome world, but gained little.

Upon the sun's radiant glow I woke to found my maidens in part of their number had been reduced. My Knights told that they ceased to breath in the night, because they were exposed. It was no fault of mine that they did not prepare proper quarters for me. I commanded they dress promptly to prevent the rest of their deaths, and a fire was made after the fashion of the lowly for them to return their warmth.

When all was ready, we began our march again. I would not be deterred from answers that belonged to me. Pain struck the heels of my maids and knights, but I shunned such horrid feelings. I was greater than the weakness of my supplicants. It was not until my maids called that my blood had been spilled that I took pause to observe. My sandals and their heels, had caused my flesh, my divine flesh, harm through days trodden upon the unprepared ground. I made such a sound that I could not describe, nor would I allow any other soul to speak of or hear again. The earth toppled me into its loathsome pores as I wailed, covered in vile, disgusting filth....

We made little progress that day, as I had needs to be cleaned and cared for to save me of my injuries. We made what the common folk call a camp. My maids cared for me, whilst mine knights provided for me. As night grew close, I ordered that my maidens, promised to be untouched by men all their days, lay with mine knights, that they would not die from exposure as they cast their dresses for my bedding.

The third day, we partook of vile savor that was not befitting of the ladies that we were, but was all the more nessicary that I overcome this weak, unworthy world. Again we set upon the road of sod that lead to Everald, the grand city of commerce that my whore mother was plucked from.

The ninth day came as a horrid sunburn. Glorious in its source, but treacherous in its working. Everald was before me and mine, but we were no longer the glorious parade that would bless the lesser beings with my divinity. We looked no better, and perhaps even lesser, than the common folk. For this reason I hid my beauteous nature. I did not announce that I was Princess, Soon to be Queen, Revilvia of all of the Shattered Lands upon our entry to the city.

The authorities and soldiers of the city whom guarded the trade that was rightfully mine from brigands and the lowly directed us toward a loathsome place called a tavern for our lodging. So full of filth and disgrace were their establishments that I ordered it be cleared and made well for one such as myself. My divinity I did not betray, but vast were me and mine's holdings that we could extort the usage of the building as long we saw it necessary.


It was five cycles of the sun and its blue sky that I prepared myself and mine that we be glorious to demand the knowledge being kept from me by this vile world. In that time, the tavern had become my palace and its workers my servants. The tables, ever so sinful, were replaced with proper tables and the image of glory was known within the building. Further attire was ordered and provided for me and mine maidens, that we not be disgraceful as the loathsome folk who slept among the vile dirts and muds of this world.

When I deemed we were ready, we set for this man I had been told of, that he would expound his knowledge to me that I no longer be plagued with unknowing. To a small hovel I was directed. Were I allowing the common folk to know my divinity, I would have them executed for the mockery, but I was tempering the people with my humble, serene nature, that they not know who I was.

Within this hovel I found an old man, but not so old as the Elder who directed me. In their senile age, the elderly treat me as one of their own. I am serene and humble, however, and will not betray my displeasure at their impudence. To him I inquired why it was so abounding that the sinful folk of the city sat more than three souls to a table. He gave pause, and asked why I inquired of its sinful nature. I would not be so low as to find myself lying to a lesser being, so I exposed my radiance, that he would know I was Princess, Soon to be Queen, Revilvia of all of the Shattered Lands.

This caused his lips to curl in a way I had oft observed. It was a self-soothing way the folk expressed their pleasure. Certainly he was in awe of my grandeur. To him I inquired again my question, and he spoke similar words to the Elder from who I was sent. But to my approval he gave more than simple ramblings of a tale that knew no reason.

To me, the teacher of fools told of the same court, where only three beings sat to partake of their savor. Mine palace was built in honor to this court, but before I could execute him for suggesting such a disgusting notion, he told that it was because it was the seating of the Second Angel, Airro Relle, that took place in this court. To him I reminded that her very blood flowed within me, and were he found a liar, I would render his holdings desolate for all time. In confidence and perhaps appreciation he spoke that it was within that court, that Airro's first appearance to the mortals was made. He began to regale me with a tale, explaining why three souls sat to a table within the grand palace...