A high Fantasy epic in short story form
Prince Aero is awoken by the closing of his cell door.
It’s time. Groggily he opens his eyes. As his gaze comes into focus, he sees a sight that he wasn’t prepared for, the dagger.
“Rania!”
“Aero.”
Aero looks up to see her face. She is looking down and away from him. Is she hiding shame?
“Oh…” Aero slightly gasps.
“There’s just one problem Matt.”
“What’s that?”
“She’s the reigning Queen, if my father finds out you will be executed.”
“I’m not telling him, and you’re probably not going to be around to tell him yourself… so I think I’m good.”
“People of Meego! These two volunteers stand against ten of our own to see if Prince Aero’s words are true. It’s a fight to the last man or woman on each side. Are you ready?”
The Meegan contingent holds their swords above their heads. Matthew stands at the ready while Roasa nods yes.
“FIGHT!” Dabir shouts.
“Prince Aero, you have a visitor.”
“Rania?”
“Ser Matthew, the hero of the Battle of Inland Docks.”
Azka also walks up to each member and thanks them. When she stands before Aero, she slips a small piece of paper into his hands. She then excuses herself, and her handmaidens follow.
With the commotion of everyone leaving, Aero takes time to glance at the paper. It says- our bench tonight.
“We use gold to get items from the rest of the kingdom that we can’t made here. But over the centuries Meego has found something far more valuable than gold.”
“Which is?” Aero asks.
Rania looks Aero in his honey gold eyes and grins. “Women.”
Relics of the Old Age