The Writings of a Dreamer

This is a three chapters in one post. Since I haven’t been posting much. Here goes:

The girl squirmed. She was being fitted for a ball gown to go to a ball in her honour. Luckily, the dress was to be blue. Unluckily, it had too much lace, in the girl’s opinion. The girl wasn’t used to being fitted for dresses. She usually made them herself.
“Stop squirming!” Sidanea, the dressmaker, hissed.
“Sorry. I’m just not used to this.”
“Oh?”
The dressmaker had a distinct Tthayjan (t-thay-yan) accent. Tthayja was a very stylish country, if you know what the author means. Many of the royal dressmakers and tailors came from there. The only problem was, they weren’t very friendly to newcomers.
The girl felt like squirming again but she braced herself so she wouldn’t. Little did she know, bracing herself in that dressmakers’ room, what was to come.

Chapter 8

What was to come came soon. The thing that was to come came-and it was terrible. What came was the Surrounded war. And the returned princess was to become a hero in it. The enemies came one by one. First it was Mmyranne, then Giloto, then Makali, and, finally, Tthayja. All of the Tthayjan dressmakers and Tailors were accused of being spies and were executed. All families who were even distantly related to someone from one of the enemy countries were either executed or exiled. Soon, only 1% of the population was from an enemy country. The girl begged her mother to let her join in the forces. She was a good fighter, she said, she had been fighting bandits since she was 2. She just needed to be trained in a few more weapons and she could go. Her mother kept saying that she didn’t want to lose her again, for good. But the girl insisted and her mother relented. And the girl started to train in spear and sword. After a year of training she left for the fighting, at the young age of 12. Nobody thought she would last even the first five minutes of battle. Especially because she was a girl. Nobody knew exactly what kind of girl she was. Nobody knew that she was a strong and persistent girl and even she didn’t even know that she was to last long beyond the end of the war.

Chapter 9

Even though she was a soldier, Princess Tralonia got to ride a horse because she was the queen and king’s daughter. Many men gave her snide comments saying a girl could never be a soldier, let alone a 12-year-old girl. The girl just ignored them. On the 19th day of the 5th month in the year 783 after human beginning, the girl rode furiously into her first battle. Most expected for her to fall after the first moment but most of the strong men would die in that terrible battle, were as she would not. She started with her longbow, for it was good for long distance. Then she switched to spear and finally to sword. In that whole 6 hour-long battle, she killed 28 men. Most some of the most experienced of the whole opposing side. The enemy was embarrassed at the losses of their side to one twelve-year-old girl. The Tralonian side was amazed and astounded at the skills of this young princess. Their comments became less snide and she gradually made some friends. It was three weeks until there was another battle.

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