Gateways (Juvenalia)

The Beginning of a story from when I was a kid.

THE PRINCESS OF UTERENUSUTUS AND THE GATEWAYS

Prologue

Marcyanna DerPloncy was eight.  She and her sister Menanny were princesses and were in the royal court. Their beds were made of Velvet and silk; They wore fine pearls and stepped upon Lush rugs woven by expert hands in the hallways. The kingdom was happy, the peasants needs were taken care of and the rulers were fair and kind. Except for one thing, The most horrid villains', the ones who plunder and kill and steal from thieves themselves, the vile scum who have forsaken god and turned there backs on a any way of salvation. When they are caught the ruler shall give him a choice execution or exile in to the land of desolation. Most of them chose death for once you go through the gateway it is almost impossible to come back . it is really too bad for the princesses would soon be giving that choice.  

Chapter 1: The smanger

THe Smanger(SIC) was strange. Which neither less so is this sentence, but beside the point it is. He was wrapped in a linen cloak as deep as the night and as dark as sin itself. The man was fairly old around 50 years of age. HIs voice was cracked as if he had not drank for a long time. He rode upon a white horse speckled with the gentleness hints of brown. His face was hidden in his hood and only his eyes showed though. Fierce sharp eyes they were, Bright, and the most vivid blue. It was as it one took the color of the sky and exploded it with pure energy. The strangers eyes glowed that way and if you stared long enough you could see your soul in there reflection. They saw all and knew all and if you crossed the man, no-one would be taken aback if sparks came out of them and flames danced in the middle. until the one little off-way sparks took onto your heartstrings, igniting your soul and leaving nothing but a pile of dust. 

His name was Montitigra. MarcyAnna and Menanny did not know this for he was referred to as The Old Man. Everyone from the sage on the high hill to the cobblers wife knew him and treated him with respect that he had received. The Man earned his honor when he had spared the Kingdom from a sickness 2 scores ago. He Had been dubbed an exalted savior of the kingdom and his portrait was hung in the great hall. As the honor of that was not enough. The ruler gave hima  gratitude of a thousand gold Klongs and 100 Silver Ones. Luckily Montitigra, was purer then ice from a rushing river. No debtors found his door and was seldom found in the taverns so he lived well and the townsman slowly forgot his name and the name under his portrait faded away. Till Eventually He was called The Old Man by everyone in town. The Princess first met him when the queen fell ill. For the Queen was loved by all and all the doctors were called in and if the Herb Woman who lived in the far swamp could've traveled she would have been at the door with the doctors before the sun had rose and if all else had failed they would call MontiTigra

Chapter 2: The Illness

The Queen was Ill. She did not often fall sick. Her name was Joanne Marion Hefferpott DePloncly but to the princess she was mother. Damp sponges were brought in every ahlf hour. She had her shirts changed for her and a chamber pot was always at hand. Many a doctor was called upon and even the herb woman could not fix with plants. For it was a rare occasion, (the Queen being sick made it rarer still, That the kings sent for Miss Egund,(This being the Herb Woman), and Montotigro

[the next section appears to be another draft of the story and was written in a fantasy script that I had Created.]

MarryAnna DePloncy was eight also she was princess. The lovely daughter of the king and queen of Uterenusolus, a rich and vast kingdom in a furtile lands(sic). Marryanna had a sister; Marryanna was not always the sharpest sword on the rack but she was the most kindest and fair child one could find. 

Author's Note

This is a copy of a story I wrote as a child and is published for posterity. I have attempted to refrain from editorilizing as much as possible to allow for the flaws my dumb 10 year old brain thought was compelling literature.