Edlen (Prologue)

Fiction By James // 11/1/2017

“Edlen will not be King.”

Oh, how those words rang in my ears as I cried myself to sleep. Oh, how they haunted my dreams as I tossed and turned that night!

My grief was not from wanting the power of the throne and being denied it. Far from it. I did not particularly want the throne for its power. I did not even want to be King at all. But I wanted to do what was right, and I knew that meant to embrace my position as the crown prince of Oren, and to rule justly and bravely when I was King. And if life were to run its normal course, I knew I would one day be King.

The words I had heard were whispered by the poisonous tongues of treacherous men. But when I heard those words I bowed my head in shame; my knees shook and my stomach heaved. I knew what they meant, and I knew it was true.

I was a coward.

Ever since I can remember, I was afraid when others were not, and I would run from my fears.

I am told that I did not learn to walk until I was nearly two years old, because I was afraid of falling down. One night, when I was only four, a passing thunderstorm terrified me out of my wits and sent me wailing to my room, where I hid under my bed all night. My father saw it; my mother saw it; my younger brother Othniel saw it. Worst of all, Jelran was there and he saw it.
Jelran was five years older than I. He was the son of Lord Melthro, my father’s second cousin and a powerful man of influence in the government. Melthro was ambitious. My father was not at ease around him. This I could sense even when I was a small child. My father’s voice sounded strained when he talked to Melthro. Melthro sounded at ease – at ease in a way that was not appropriate when talking to the King. Melthro also never bowed.

I did not feel safe when Melthro was around.

Melthro’s cool manner around my father was his subtle way of undermining my father’s authority. But his son was not so subtle with me. When Jelran saw me wail in fright at the thunderstorm, he found in me an easy victim. Afterwards he told me frightening stories of monsters that lived in the woods that would come out at night and lurk around the palace grounds, trying to climb the towers and break through the windows. I believed him, and after that I feared the night and the dark. I bolted shut the window in my room and left my lamp burning bright until the first rays of morning. I grew sick from sleeping with such a lack of ventilation, until my mother discovered what I was doing and put an end to my nonsense. When she informed me that Jelran had told me a pack of tales, I was relieved – partially. But by this time my imagination had long sense run away with me, and I would not unbolt my window at night (although I did consent to putting my lamp out – if my door could remain open and let in light from the hall).

Later I confronted Jelran, and I wagged my finger at him the way my mother did to me when I was dishonest. Jelran laughed in my face, and pushed me over. I sat on the ground stunned, and then opened my mouth angrily.
Jelran sneered before I could say anything. “What are you going to do? Tell your mother on me? Ha! Just like a coward!” And with that, he walked away, leaving me with my mouth open, staring in feeble indignation after him.
Coward. That’s what I was. I was afraid. Afraid of the dark. Afraid of monsters. Afraid of being called names.

Afraid of Jelran.

All my boyhood I was afraid of him.

There was one time in my childhood – only one time – when I stood up to him.
And it is there, friend, where I begin my tale.

Comments

Yay! A post from James!

This is really good. :) and I'm glad we're writing buddies. I'm still at zero words. :( ;)

I really like your writing style. This feels poetical and other-worldly, in a sweet and old-fashioned way. I look forward to reading the next installment!

Damaris Ann | Thu, 11/02/2017

My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭55:8-9‬

I would like to find out more

I would like to find out more about the rest of the story. It caught my attention and it seems very good.

Libby | Fri, 11/03/2017

“The gospel alone is the power of God unto salvation.
Therefore, suffer, yes. Be misunderstood, yes. Be shamed, yes. But do not be ashamed. For the joy set before you, take up your cross, follow Jesus, be shamed and despise the shame!” -- John Piper

:)

I'm looking forward to reading more of this!

Kyleigh | Tue, 11/07/2017

Thanks everyone :)

Damaris: Thanks! "Poetical", "Other-worldly", "Sweet" and "Old-fashioned" are all words I'd like to use to describe my own personality, so I'm glad they also describe my writing style. Also, you are now at more than zero words ;)

Libby: Never fear, sweet cousin! You shall find out more soon!

Kyleigh: You don't have to look very far forward... I'm posting chapter 1 tomorrow. :D

James | Tue, 11/07/2017

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"The idea that we should approach science without a philosophy is itself a philosophy... and a bad one, because it is self-refuting." -- Dr. Jason Lisle

I am already so excited to

I am already so excited to read more of this!
You have such a talent of seeming to pack the story into a prologue, allowing your readers to feel what will happen given its current state. I can already see the bravery triumph over the cowardice in Edlen.
Can't wait for chapter 1!

Madalyn Clare | Tue, 11/07/2017

"To live is to love with the passion of a thousand stars. To love is to live despite the pain of a thousand scars. Anything in between is a passing shadow." ~Michael Joseph Murano

Thanks :)

Thanks, Madalyn Clare. Hopefully Chapter 1 won't disappoint! :) I've already posted chapter 1 as a draft, and set it to automatically publish at 8:00 (Pacific Time) tomorrow. So... you won't have to wait long!

I'm currently hammering away at chapter two.

James | Tue, 11/07/2017

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"The idea that we should approach science without a philosophy is itself a philosophy... and a bad one, because it is self-refuting." -- Dr. Jason Lisle

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