Chronicles Of The Kakonia

Well, I'm going to be gone for a week, but I decided to post this anyway. Thanks for the hits, no reviews yet, but I hope to see some. Enjoy.
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The seaside city of Arcania came into view. Arcania, was the capital city, and it was home of the royal family as well as, one of the busiest sea ports in the Fire Realm. The city was enormous, with towering buildings of stone. Smoke poured from hundred of chimneys making the skyline look like a forest. Paths cut through the city like a massive maze, with hundreds of thousands of citizens going about their business. In the northeast part of the city, overlooking the Spirit Sea, sat the majestic Castle Damien upon steep stone cliffs. The imposing fortress of black stone had stood for as long as any could remember. No army had ever taken the castle, and during a time of peace few believed that event would ever happen. However, Clara saw nothing of the great city; the red head was too busy trying to keep the contents in her stomach down as the barrel she was in rolled down the plank.
“Where does this bunch go?”
“This goes straight to the castle kitchens”
“Ay”
The barrels were stacked upon on another on the cart and then the cart began its move. Sadly for Clara she was now blocked in her barrel.
It just keeps getting better and better, thought the disgruntled redhead, now where the hell am I going now?
The trip by cart wasn’t a pleasant one, the road was bumpy and the barrels shifted from side to side. Thankfully after what felt like forever the cart stopped. Once again Clara’s barrel was rolled again.
Enough is enough! I’ve had it with this fucking barrel! I don’t care I’m out of her!
With that thought Clara forced herself out of the barrel and found herself what could only be described as a large medieval kitchen with at least eighty people buzzing around. Needless to say a bunch of eyes were now staring at Clara.
“Um…Hi…I’m kind of lost…How do I get to the United States” spoke Clara, giving a friendly smile.
What happened next could be described as pandemonium; as one of the cooks cried out “Demon” and the whole kitchen erupted in a riot. In an instant and large woman was coming after Clara with a butcher’s knife. Clara wasted no time and running for her life. She somehow managed to elude the other workers and dash out of the kitchen.
“Double shit…no triple shit on a stick! What did I do to deserve the shit!” shouted Clara. The large woman from the kitchen was still hot on Clara’s trial and gaining fast.
Through a maze of corridors Clara finally broke into the largest room she had ever seen, if she had stopped to look around her. The cathedral like ceiling must have went up ten stories with cress-crossing stone beams decorating the top. Red and black banners draped down, bolding displaying a serpent like symbol.
However, Clara didn’t notice this, she did however, noticed a man walking straight in front of her. Without a moment hesitation she crashed into the man. The collision knocked her silly for a moment since it was like crashing into a stone wall.
“Dear lord! Help me! She’s trying to kill me!” screamed Clara clinging to the man desperately.
Behind Clara the woman had stopped. Her eyes bugging out as the woman fell to her knees.
“A thousand pardons milord. A…a…demon has…”
“I’m not a demon! Are you all crazy?!” screamed Clara.
“It is! It came from the barrel that came from demon country. It is a spy!” yelled the woman
“I am not!” Screamed Clara
“Silence!” boomed a male voice.
Clara felt her shoulders seized as the man turned her to face him. Clara found herself facing a colossal specimen of man. He towered over her, his height grossing least seven- feet. His face was young looking (At thirty or late twenties) as well as handsome, with high cheek bones and a smooth chin. His eyes were beautiful shade of ice blue decorated with a few crow’s feet. Smooth white hair cascaded down to his broad shoulders in which Clara couldn’t hope to wrap her arms around. The shoulders were attached to massive arms, chalk full of muscle. No doubt the rest of him was just as impressive as his upper body. However Clara only noticed a few things as a finger was stuffed her mouth.
“No fangs” comment the man. He lifted her hand, pushing on her fingers, “No claws and she has no demonic aura” commented the man in a smooth baritone. “She’s no demon”
“But…but” stuttered the woman
“Ha! Told you! You got to help me buddy” replied Clara once again throwing herself at the man.
“Will you get off of me” growled the man, pushing Clara off of him. A simple push was enough to send Clara to the floor”
“Ouch! Watch it bastard” yelled Clara.
Gasp! The kitchen woman sat wide eyed on the floor. “Oh Keeva help us”
The silvered haired man smirked down at Clara, sending a cold shiver down her back. Something told her she had made a mistake.
“You have a smart mouth girl. I don’t know if your boldness is brave or just stupid, considering to whom you’re talking to”
“Um…”
“Your majesty is everything alright?” came a question from one of many armored guards approaching the silvered haired man.
Majesty? He’s…he’s royalty! Triple shit on a stick…I’ve insulted a king or something…thought Clara
“Who is this peasant?” a guard with long black hair asked, he looked coldly at Clara.
“Good question Capitan. We’re about to find out”
“Look, sorry for busting in like this but could you point the way to the American Embassy or something?” asked Clara. The red head picked herself up and looked directly at the white haired man. The party in turn looked back her confused.
“American what?” asked the man.
“America…you know the United States…North America…above Mexico and under Canada” replied Clara getting rather nervous.
“Never heard of it, is that your village?” asked the black haired guard.
“Village? Hell no it a freaking country!” yelled Clara “I was minding my own business in New York when…” Clara then started spilling out her adventure, thus far, in a near frenzied way. Before the woman could finish the blue eyed man interrupted.
“Okay…I get it now” replied the man a tired tone, rubbing in forehead anticipation of a headache. “Well human I hate to break it to you, but you not in your world anymore”
“What the hell do you mean? Where the hell am I?”
“If you shut up for a moment I’ll explain” growled the man. Today wasn’t his day. “You are currently in my castle in Arcania the capital city of the Kakonia Empire in the Northern part of the Fire Realm. I’m King Aiden Arcania and I ruled over this empire. From what I can gather you’ve been captured by demons for the slave trade or food…” all color dropped out of Clara’s face at that statement.
“In any case, it amazing you got this far…”
“So…So wh…what you’re saying is that I’m in another world?” asked Clara in a shaky voice.
“World, dimension…same difference”
“Okay…” Clara was visibly shaking at the implication of the king had said. After a moment the red head spoke again. “How…how do I get home?”
The king chuckled at this, with some of the guards joining in “Well human it’s through a portal that’s three thousand miles that way (the king pointed in southeastern direction) in demon territory”
“But that’s so far…”
“Indeed as well as dangerous. If you did make it to the border the demons would just recapture you and well do whatever they had planned for you”
“Won’t you help me” pleaded Clara.
“You’re not my problem. You’re welcome to make the journey on your own. You’ll most likely die but whatever”
“Please, I can’t do this by myself” pleaded Clara tears beginning to leak from the corners of her eyes.
“Your right…”
A glimmer of hope sparked to life within Clara at the thought of this imposing man helping her.
“Execute her”
The hope instantly died. “What!”
“You won’t make to the border and I sure as hell won’t do anything for you. You are nothing more than an eyesore here. Besides it merciful of me to end your wretched life before is has time to grow worse” commented the King indifferently.
“You…you can’t…Oh God please don’t kill me!” screamed Clara.
“Jarred will please do the honors” Remarked the king turning his back on the situation.
“As you wish milord” replied the black haired man “Hold her”
Two soldiers took Clara by the arms. Clara of course struggled and screamed for her life, but the soldiers had a vice grip on her arms.
King Aiden spared a look at the girl. “May your death be a quick one, human” Clara looked back at him horrified.
“Wait!” cried a male voice. Another soldier came onto the scene. He was much shorter than the rest of the men and his frame was more petite. Warm brown eyes looked at Clara with concern.
“What is it Lt. Andrew” Spoke the king.
“Your majesty” bowed the man. “Please spare this woman”
Clara stopped struggling to the stare at the new man. The black haired soldier known as Jerard gave an annoyed look.
“Lieutenant this hardly concerns you” muttered the soldier.
The lieutenant spared his superior officer a glare before turning back to the king.
“Please milord, the girl has been through a lot. She’s scared; certainly you wouldn’t be cruel enough to kill her when it’s clear that she wants to live”
Clara found herself nodding in agreement. Keep talking buddy, thought the terrified woman.
“She useless, weak, has no clue about our society, and human. Why would I want her around?” asked the king staring down at the bold soldier.
“She doesn’t deserve to die, sir. Please at the very least make her a helot” pleaded the soldier.
King Aiden looked down at his soldier. Andrew was a strong warrior and clever. He’d been a loyal soldier for a good part of a hundred years. His only flaw was that Andrew was tender hearted when it came to people down on their luck.
Damn it all, thought the King. Aiden spared the red haired woman a glance. She looked terrified and desperate. Let it be known I can be merciful…
Aiden took a deep breath. Andrew kept the smile from appearing on his face. Over the years the soldier could easily read his king. With the small physical change in his demeanor the king was going to give in.
“Very well Andrew the girl won’t be killed. Let her be branded as a helot and under servitude to the castle…”
“Thank-you milord” replied Andrew with a smile
“I wasn’t finished. She’s your responsibility, Andrew”
“Me…”
“You made the plea to spare her and you always wanted an assistant.”
“But” He wanted to save the poor woman, but to give her to him was not what Andrew expected.
“You have what you wanted, now just keep it far away from me” muttered Aiden turning his back on the group. “Get her set up, have that tax official tossed into the dungeon, execute that would-be assassin, and no one bug me for at least an hour” barked Aiden walking away, hoping to find some peace in his office.
“Yes Sir!” echoed the soldiers letting Clara go, and leaving the scene to fulfill their own duties.
“Should of kept you mouth shut, Andrew” replied Jarred looking down at Clara with distaste “She’ll be more trouble than she’s worth. All humans are pests” remarked the man.
“Well…Capitan at least she isn’t your problem, if you excuse us we’ll be going” replied Andrew glaring at his Capitan. “Come on honey, I won’t hurt you” said Andrew gently extending a hand to the girl.
Clara wasted no time in throwing herself into her savoir. “Thank you, thank-you, and thank-you”
Andrew just hugged the girl and petted her head like she was a child. A little insulting, but Clara at this point welcomed the comfort.
“She has to get branded Andrew, don’t forget that” mocked the Capitan before walking away.
“Bastard” muttered Andrew.
“What does that mean? ‘getting branded’ and what a helot?” asked Clara the panic returning to her voice.
“I’m sorry…but rules are rules”
“Huh?”
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Yeah Aiden is a bastard, but a hot one. Review please!!!!