Stories I'll never finish

Like the title says, this is the stories I'll never finish. I often have great inspiration, yet I never manage to write more than a few pages or so before a new idea jumps to my mind. So I wanted to share them all; why I don't know.

Mature content and grammar fails might follow.

So here we go, my many stories, I'll never finish.


5. Elements of the Universe: Aqua

This is obviously inspired by the tv-show "The Avatar"



It was a disguise, hiding their real intentions.

The BlueBloods knew that the peace wouldn't last forever, yet they had sworn not to tell anyone outside of their blood. Though they hadn't told their youngest son, whom was the one that were getting married to the WaterBloods youngest daughter. The BlueBloods had claimed it was nothing but a formality, but they were in reality sealing a peace treaty, as it was forbidden to claim war between family.

Prince Cedric was far from excited about this arrangement, where Princess Angelica couldn't be happier, as she had been admiring Prince Cedric for as long as she can remember.

“Then it is settled. Once Princess Angelica have accomplished her transition into adulthood, we'll begin preparing for the wedding ceremony.” King Raymond said with a proud smile, and the fake happiness spread across the dining room, and the rest of the table, consisting the family members of the BlueBloods and WaterBloods, smiled too. Even Cedric did his best to fake it, but wasn't very convincing, but his fiancé didn't care about his smile at the moment; she was too happy to notice the sadness her future-husband held.

Being a prince was the worst thing Cedric could imagine possible. He can't remember when he last made a decision himself, he was a puppet, and his parents were the puppeteers.

As the dinner went on, and the talk circled around the upcoming marriage within the next months, Cedric remained silent in his seat next to the princess, which he felt nothing for at all. But that didn't matter at all to anyone. At a point, he stopped eating his food, and just sat and listened, as his future were being planned around him.

As the food had been consumed, and it was now acceptable to leave the table, Cedric was the first to stand up and quickly walk away from the cheerful crowd. As he almost had made his escape, his father, King Raymond the Fifth, noticed him and asked loudly and commandingly:

“Where are you going my son?”

And Cedric had to make a quick excuse and stuttered:

“Th-the bathroom?” How subtle.

Quickly King Solomon of the WaterBloods were to assistance.

“I will have one of my servants show you the way!” And just as quickly, Cedric had a butler next to him.

The guy couldn't have been much older than himself, but age didn't matter as long as he was above 15, so he was legally hired. He were pretty much covered up from head to toe, whereto Cedric barely wore much, as the formal wear always meant showing skin if one had the body for it.

After the butler had shown him the way to the males bathroom, Cedric faced himself in the mirror, with his black hair all organized and well-groomed, and black eyes looking back at him, telling him to just go and never return.

“Spirits, how did I get into this!” He angrily complained, and he clenched his fist, when he noticed a person slowly appearing next to him.

“Because of reasons I can't tell you.” Dylan said, and Cedric scowled.

He knew this guy too well, as he was always there whenever he called for the spirits. But they had been bound by birth, as they came in to this world at the same time.

He wore no clothes, but that was normal for spirits.

“I knew this wasn't just a formality...” Cedric sighed and drew water from one of the hens, splashing it at his face.

“And why can't you tell me?” He asked and looked at the floating spirit as he looked back.

“I can't tell you anything at all.” He said and they both just stood there for a moment.

“What help you are.” Cedric then said and splashed water at Dylan.

After having an immature water fight in the bathroom of the castle, Cedric pulled it all away with a move of his hand, and threw it into the sink.

He looked at himself again, and Dylan did the same in the reflection of the young prince.

Somehow his hair had managed to stay untouched, and Cedric lost it. He began ripping off all of the silver jewellery and pulled in his hair until it stood out to everywhere. With an angered and raised voice, he began yelling at his reflection that didn't look as calm and well-groomed, but more like if he had been in a fight. His clenched fists began burning, and in his furious mood, he stretched out his arm and smashed the mirror, and then the next, an the next, until they were all shattered and his fists were bleeding.

Dylan had been nonchalantly avoiding the rage and flying shards, as this was not the first time Cedric had gone berserk.

“Are you done?” He asked and Cedric slowly calmed down, and as his heart had beaten out the last drop of adrenalin, the pain started kicking in.

“...Ow...” He whispered and looked at his bloody hands, when a knocking on the door startled him.

“Are you okay, your majesty?” And again Cedric didn't know what to answer.

“No- … Ye-yes, I'm okay...” With a worried expression on his face, he looked back at his hand.

“What am I going to say?” He asked, and felt Dylan taking place next to him.

“It's not that bad, is it?” Dylan touched the hand to turn it and get a better look.

Cedric took time to answer, but sighed at the useless results.

“I guess she's pretty... for a 14 year old.” He sighed hard. “Why does it have to be me? Why not one of my brothers! And why her! She's not their only child!”

He began complaining again, and Dylan chuckled at his own answer. “Well I don't know why it has to be exactly you, but you do know that she's the only girl, right? She only got brothers.”

That brought a blush on the prince's cheeks. “Right and that would totally bother me... and my father...”

“What's taking you so long?” An old voice then said from the other side of the door, and Cedric recognized it right away as his father.

He panicked, looking at his hands, then all the smashed mirrors, at the door and then at Dylan.

“Don't look at me!” He quickly said per reflex and vanished into the air.

“Damnit Dylan!” Cedric swore.

“I'm coming in.” His father then said, and he saw the door slowly opening,

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...