Alright so I feel bad.


I've completely forgotten about this blog, until I found out that my little sister's club penguin account was hooked up through this email, and then of course I have to go back through and check out everything that I've written. And yikes, did I have some bad ideas as to where this was going. So I would like to apologize to anyone, who, after two years, is still somehow seeming this. I plan on overhauling this blog, because I no longer like how it looks and everything else in general.

When I get around to this is the problem.

You see, I have another blog going on, under my writer's name.

I will also restart the story from where I actually have it written down on paper, because I REALLY don't like how it is right now.

So, my final words are that I'm back, and to be patient with everything, because my other blog is a slightly higher priority. So don't freak out if I go a while without anything (although I promise that 2 years likely won't happen again). Thanks!

-Al (Or Carter. That's my author name, although neither are my actual name).

You can find my other blog here:
http://justafewtales.blogspot.com/

Warning: it might be a while....

 Sorry for not posting in alomost a month. My sport is now in season at my school, and with practice added into my schedule, I have to get up an hour earlier for the class that used to be where my sport is in my schedule. Which also means going to bed an hour earlier while I get home 2 hours later. Not to mention that most of my classes have added a lot more to the work load.

So...just as a warning, the next post might not be out anytime soon. Andi apologize for not post in this past month....it been...hectic.

-AL

Slight update on the computer issues....

The reason that my computer keeps crashing is defiantly from some bad CC. I gave up trying I find, and completely deleted all my expansion packs and the base game (don't worry, I did save my saved game and sims).

However, IF for some reason the saved games do not include Violetta and her many friends, I may have to re-make all of them.     :(     Just as a heads up. And this time, I'll be VERY careful with CC. I just have to reinstall everything. On he bright side, I might be able to take pictures now. Yay!

Anyway, I'll try to have another post out by Monday or Tuesday, but I'm not promising anything (mainly because if this does work, I will be playing it to make sure every little thing works, and creating some characters to add to the characters page)

-AL

Entry 3: One's destiny cannot be changed

 Golma's Point of View:

The snow was falling faster. Not that it bothered me, or anything, but it was. My head angled itself upward in time for a large glop of snow to slide from the branch above me and drop onto my face. Now was I not only cold, but wet, too. I shrugged it off, and continued up the hill, my soaked boots sinking ankle deep into the fluffy white powder.

I reached the summit, and below me lay a bustling city in the valley. Smoke curled from chimneys, making my mouth water from the scent of meat. Children threw balls of snow at each other, as parents stacked firewood next to homes. Vendors seemed unaffected by the freezing tempatures as they shouted at me to buy their goods, promising good deals as I strode through the market unfazed. Mother had taught me that no one is what they seem, and to be cautious of things to good to be true.

My thin mouth twisted its self into a scowl. The saying described William too perfectly. I thought he had loved me as he said he did, I thought he would have ran away with me like he promised, I thought true love was real. I thought everything was wonderful until Lady Elizabeth of the North came along, stroking my prince's red hair as if she deserved him. I knew her type, marry a rich man, kill him to make it look like an accident, then move onto the next, with his riches in tow. I thought William would not fall for such a woman, but of course I was wrong.

It took me a monent to realize that the snow around my feet had melted and was begining to steam. The stupid powers from Mother had never helped me like she said they would. The only good they had done was help me steal a map to the Eastern Empire from a trader in the village tavern. Unfortunately, this town was the end of the map.

"Excuse me, ma'am, but do you know the way to the king's palace?" I snagged an old, shrivled woman who was tottering along a few feet ahead of me.

She smiled, revealing what few teeth she had were cracked and gray. "Oh, my dear Golma, I've waited so long for you to arrive. Come, come." She ushered me into a merchant stall that reeked even more that her. Large tapestries and glittering jewels decorated the walls, and in the center, on a golden podium, was a large glass sphere. She smiled at me again, her beak-like nose seeming to protrude even further.

"How do you know my name?" my voice trembled despite my efforts not to show nervousness.

"Oh, my dear, the fate of you is well know by the spirits. But, what you need is a path to the castle. Yes, yes..." her voice trailed off as her beady black eyes searched the room. "There," her voice had changed, sounding as if five of her were speaking at once. "Here!" the old, veined hands snapped, and suddenly she was gripping a map. "Listen, Dearie, here is a map to the king's palace. Now, I will give it to you for a price."

"Was is it?" Stories of my youth sprung into my mind, of selling your soul or giving up your firstborn child.

"All I require is an apple."

"That's it?" I asked suspiciously.

"That shall be all. But," she paused, making my eyes narrow, "it must be a apple conjured from magic."

"Fine." I shrugged. "You have a deal." I pushed my palms together, counted to seven, the luckiest of numbers, and slowly drew my hands apart to reveal a bright green apple, perfectly ripe and round. "Here." I grabbed the map and was at the curtain when she spoke again.

"Oh, and Golma? You cannot change your destiny, no matter how much you try." I shrugged and continued on my way.

*   *   *

The map was the poorest, if not the oldest with its cracked and crumbling yellowed paper, one I had ever seen. Already had I passed landmarks that I had seen thrice and this waterfall... the map insisted on circling around to here. After the sixth time I gave up and flopped into the snow. After a moment or two, the roar of the fall got me thinking. Since it was well into the middle of winter, and the weather would freeze anything to a solid, why would the fall still be flowing? There had to be a source of heat keeping it warm. I ran back to the tree line and tilted my head back, to be rewarded with a glimpse of a tower.

Getting up to the palace was quite the challenge. Obviously built in this place incase of an enemy's attack, the only way I could see up to the castle was a narrow road guarded at the entrance with twin forts built of thick stones and clay. I approached, pretending to look like I belonged here.

"Halt!" A deep voice sounded out of the burly guard on the left. "Who are you?"

"My name is Golma, and I come to the castle in search of work." It took all of my willpower not to sprint past the guards and up to the castle. I was so close to finally reaching him.

"There are no positions open in the king's staff." the soldier on the right's voice was, if possible deeper. His neck appeared to be a barrel stitched onto his neck and shoulders.

"But my cousin, she...she..." I put fake sadness into my voice. "She's goning to get married, and she said I was to come take her place so she can live in town with her husband."

The guards considered my reason. "Very well," the man on the right said as the other soldier opened the gate.

I practically flew up the road to the palace doors. Knocking, I danced back and forth on my feet, trying to beat back the chill that had forced its way into my boots.

"Yes?" the heavy oaken doors swung open to reveal a very tall maidservant. Her hawk-like eyes peered down at me, taking in my apearance. "Let me guess. You seek an audience with the king also. Come join the line." I followed her down a hallway to the antechamber outside the throne room. She turned and ushered me through a servant's door, and deposited me among other peasants and farmers.

I stood on my toes, hoping to catch a glimpse of King Cendrick. All I could make out was a shock of white-blond hair and a large, sturdy throne made of a dark wood. My feet tapped on the ground, betraying my patient demeanor. Finally  I was at the front, and could see Cendrick clearly. The poor man was ill, that much was certain. He was incredibly pale, even more than normal, and his light green eyes were sunken under his brow. Mother had once told me that a food laced with magic would cure all illnesses. I decided that would be my reason for coming here.

"Next," called out the silky smooth voice of the king's right-had man, who sat on a stool next to Cendrick. His royal blue robes defined him as the King's Knight, the ruler of the court when the king was indiposed. I stared at him as I knelt before the king. He was thin, and with his black hair slicked back with what looked like grease, gave him the apearance of a weasel. Something told me he was not trustworthy. "Who are you, and why have you came to seek the king's advice?"

"I have a cure for the king's illness." I stood up, my eyes focused only on Cendrick.

"Who are you?" the knight asked more forcefully, realizing I broke protocol.

I maintained my stare on the king, and simply stated "I am Golma." Cendrick's head snapped up and he stared back, grinning like a madman.

"From where? Need I remind you that the utmost respect be used when in the presence of the king? Where are you from?" The knight's face flushed to a sickly shade of pink.

Cendrick stood, and faced his knight. "James, she is from Alladale." Ignoring James' sputtering, I watched as Cendrick motioned for the maidservant that had greeted me at the castle doors. She stalked over, her pale face looking as thought she had swallowed a lemon.

"Come with me, My Lady." Once again I followed her.

*   *   *

So.... I appologize for no pictures. There's something wrong with my game (again). IF there are pictures in the following posts, there will be few of them untill I get my computer's issues sorted out.

And, like the post before this one, it is a history before Violetta begins the narroration. I thought it best to explain the past so the future would make just a tad more sense (or a lot. My ideas are a bit scattered from too much TV from winter break.) Hopefully, the next post will be the last narroration from Golma, then Violetta can finally take over again.

And...(sorry for adding even more on ;D ) I am sorry for the REALLY long break between posts. I was swamped with schoolwork and sports.

Now I will formally end this post before I go onto another tangent. Happy New Year (a week late) and GOODBYE!

-AL

Happy New Year

Hello, Happy New Year. I'll try to post something tomorrow.... sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've benn having computer issues, up to the point where I can only play Sims for about 10 minutes without the game crashing. So some of my posts might not have pictures.... just as a warning.... but....

HAPPY NEW YEAR

Enrty 2: The History

My lips twisted themselves into a thin, coy smile as I ascended the stairs. I felt the smooth wood slide  beneath my palm. William, where are you? You know you can't hide from me... I thought, reaching the last step ans looking around his quarters. The balcony doors hung open, letting the warm summer air waft through. Voices were carried to my ears, and out of curiosity, I tip-toed out onto the balcony.

The scene laid out before me was one of utter shock. My William, the man who had promised me that we would be together, was animatedly talking with a woman in an embroidered silk gown. His smile matched hers as they stood in front of the fountain, hand in hand. My stomach gurgled unpleasantly. They can not.....William would not.....NO. My world crumbled as he gently touched her cheek. Turning away, a tear slid down my cheek, and evolved into a flood of tears.

"Golma?" William's husky voice penetrated through my hacking sobs. He had stood stiffly next to me, and watched me carefully. I had hidden in his room, crying so hard that I hadn"t noticed that the sun had set.

"You!" I hissed out, raising my head. "You fooled me, thinking I wouldn't beleive that you were in love with a Duchess, let alone it be her."

"Gol-" William began.

"No," I interrupted. "How dare you lead me on like that." I saw the clenched jaw, the narrowed eyes, the pursed lips, and put them together. "You weren't even going to tell me!" The prince stood there in silence, letting me know that I had spoken the truth.

"I hate you!" My fist sailed out, meeting the bridge of his nose. With a slight moan, William clutched his face, gingerly probbing the bruise.

"You don't even understand! My father set up that meeting with her."

"Oh, of course he did. And he probably told you to hold kiss her hand, hold her cheek, and fall in love with her." I snarled angrily.

"You are a milk maid! It's not as of my father would have let us get married in the first place."

"You," I couldn't even think of a word that would correctly describe this... this... back-stabbing creature before me. "I thought you loved me!"

"Since when?" He stared at me, eyebrows raised.

I gave him a piercing glare. "I guess never. I'm leaving to go to someone that I know who will love me." I turned on my heel and stalked towards the staircase.

"But you don't love him, do you?" William's voice echoed behind me as I decended. I'll never love anyone, my mind thought angrily. Thanks to you.

* So... I'm just throwing out there that I may not have a lot of pictures for this blog. My computer likes to crash, and Seasons did not help. And I also know that these have been short entries. I apologize for that, and for the quality of the pictures. I still can't get a good drawing one. on the plus side, Seasons is great (or rather, the parts I tested before my computer crashed.) Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Americans, and for those who aren't, Happy Novenmber!

-AL*  Also, does anyone know how to add the tabs at the top that can direct you to certain posts?

Charaters

Charaters

Violetta

Raised by her grandmother, Violetta grew up sheltered from the rest of the world. No longer a young girl frightened of everyone, she lives in a secluded shack, wary of vistiors. Violetta beleives that her witch powers are actually a curse (she does not know she is a witch at the begining of the story).

Princess Marie-Isabel

An independaent, knowledgeable princess who understands the strategy of war much better than her father. Marie paints, reads, and walks her father's gardens, trying to avoid her father's wrath when his temper gets the best of him. Unlike the King's wishes, Marie is not interested in marrying. She would much rather study and visit other lands.

Lord Raymond

The best knight that the kingdom had seem in years, Lord Raymond rose to be the King's right-hand-man with little resistance. He's not afraid to use bribes or brute force, as long as his kingdom comes first. Despite his arrogant demeanor, Raymond is a gentleman towards ladies and very chivalrous.

King William

Once his wife, Lady Elizabeth of the North died in childbirth, King William distanced himself from society.

Holly

Golma

Wolf

Aidric

The lone hunter who harbors a suprising secret. Born the first son of the King's Knight, Aidric grew up with disrespect of the kingdom of Alladale, common in the Eastern Empire. His uncanny ability to sense whether-or-not someone is dangerous was first acknowleged when his father was dismissed from his post by the Queen. Throwing away the life as a knight, Aidric became a spy for the Queen, along with his sole companion, Wolf.

NOTE:   So, these are the charaters so far. more will be added at some point....but for now, these are the charaters. And I apologize if some of the pics look pixelated or a little over-edited, I try to make them look like drawings.

-AL