What’s Your Name?
The First Book in the Chronicles of LawSonandra
By Jonah Byers
Prologue
All was quiet in Lawsonandra, meaning “Land of Names” in the Langsonandra, or “Language of Names”. Not a sound could be heard, not even by the SonanFeenra, a type of wolf, bright blue in color. Only one person in the whole empire was up, and that was the queen herself, SonanBeeta, a fair woman still in her teens. She was not a special looking person, but not ugly either. She did have her share of wonderful features though. Her hair was a silky shade of blonde, the kind that just seems to enchant every boy who sees it. Her eyes were the color of the sea on a sunny day, the beautiful green that seems to wash away all your troubles when they look at you. Hey, I could go all day making metaphors about her, but I won’t. I loving her is not an excuse to ruin this story. She moved as swiftly as possible, not even making enough sound that a dog could hear. As she passed her parents’ room, she halted, whispering something as soft as a beating wing, “Goodbye”, and then she was gone. She reached her destination, the SonanTrotana, the dungeon. Rats scattered as her bare feet patted against the wet ground. Groans of sorrow could be heard all throughout the dungeon as prisoners saw her walk by them, no longer hoping that she was coming to free them. Other groans could be heard as she found a certain door, carved out of SonanRonwey, or Redwood. These groans were also creaks as the old door sprang open. As she pulled out an object of immense importance, a voice as dark as the bottom of the sea said, “Well, my little queen, what are you doing with that?”
Her voice, as melodious as a harp, replied “Well, if it isn’t my old adversary, SonanTratcher. I thought I got rid of you, the ‘Most Feared Assassin’, Bah! The only person I sent to find you was a lonely scout, and came back out with only a splinter from his javelin smashing. That, and you, beat up so much you looked like applesauce! All the thieves in this thought so high of you, then their hopes were shattered just my scout’s javelin. That is what has become of the so-called ‘Most Feared Assassin’. Hah!”
The assassin’s eyes burned with a fire that was dormant for many years.
“You will pay for mocking me, O queen!”
He lunged at her, knocking her out but failing to achieve his objective, stealing the glowing blue orb she held in her pale hands. It had disappeared in a flash of pale yellow. “NOOOOOOO! Master, Please forgive me! She used the SonanTratona!”
The SonanTratona is the Transport Command, a group of words used to transport an object straight to a point of power in the palace. SonanBeeta had chosen to transport the orb to her parent’s room. The SonanTratona can only be harnessed by the royal family, for they alone know the secret. SonanTratcher had learned of it in his days as an assassin, working for the same master he was wailing to now.
A voice could be heard, echoing all around the room, but no one was there to claim it.
“FOOL! You thought you could overrun the queen, the only person who could’ve given us what we need! The SonanPreonnos she transported was the only one of full power, but we will have to do without it. Take this SonanPreonnos, and speak the SonanWreonno.”
The mysterious voice from nowhere was suddenly accompanied by a sickly green glow. The glow flashed pale green, then the color was glowing from another SonanPreonnos, and the glow was returned to it’s original green color. The assassin obeyed, and spoke the unheard-of command. He immediately grew rigid, and his essence was drawn into the SonanPreonnos. It flashed green, then vanished.
Relieved in the presence of no one, the glow transformed itself into a deranged looking man. His face was a mottled yellow, half his mouth was stuck tight, and his nose was nothing but a stub. But the worst were the eyes. His eyes were missing, nothing but two green gashes, infectious wounds inflicted by the queen herself. He heaved a sigh of relief.
“Aah, to be in a body again. I’ve quite forgotten what it felt like. But it is not to last. The SonanPreonnos’ leftover energy from SonanWreonnos, World-Hopping, is enough to give me a body until NOW! Aah hah hah. AAH HAH HAH!” He laughed with such evilness that the rats scurried away and the water seemed to dry up. He vanished from view and became a cloud of green light once again.
The First Book in the Chronicles of LawSonandra
By Jonah Byers
Prologue
All was quiet in Lawsonandra, meaning “Land of Names” in the Langsonandra, or “Language of Names”. Not a sound could be heard, not even by the SonanFeenra, a type of wolf, bright blue in color. Only one person in the whole empire was up, and that was the queen herself, SonanBeeta, a fair woman still in her teens. She was not a special looking person, but not ugly either. She did have her share of wonderful features though. Her hair was a silky shade of blonde, the kind that just seems to enchant every boy who sees it. Her eyes were the color of the sea on a sunny day, the beautiful green that seems to wash away all your troubles when they look at you. Hey, I could go all day making metaphors about her, but I won’t. I loving her is not an excuse to ruin this story. She moved as swiftly as possible, not even making enough sound that a dog could hear. As she passed her parents’ room, she halted, whispering something as soft as a beating wing, “Goodbye”, and then she was gone. She reached her destination, the SonanTrotana, the dungeon. Rats scattered as her bare feet patted against the wet ground. Groans of sorrow could be heard all throughout the dungeon as prisoners saw her walk by them, no longer hoping that she was coming to free them. Other groans could be heard as she found a certain door, carved out of SonanRonwey, or Redwood. These groans were also creaks as the old door sprang open. As she pulled out an object of immense importance, a voice as dark as the bottom of the sea said, “Well, my little queen, what are you doing with that?”
Her voice, as melodious as a harp, replied “Well, if it isn’t my old adversary, SonanTratcher. I thought I got rid of you, the ‘Most Feared Assassin’, Bah! The only person I sent to find you was a lonely scout, and came back out with only a splinter from his javelin smashing. That, and you, beat up so much you looked like applesauce! All the thieves in this thought so high of you, then their hopes were shattered just my scout’s javelin. That is what has become of the so-called ‘Most Feared Assassin’. Hah!”
The assassin’s eyes burned with a fire that was dormant for many years.
“You will pay for mocking me, O queen!”
He lunged at her, knocking her out but failing to achieve his objective, stealing the glowing blue orb she held in her pale hands. It had disappeared in a flash of pale yellow. “NOOOOOOO! Master, Please forgive me! She used the SonanTratona!”
The SonanTratona is the Transport Command, a group of words used to transport an object straight to a point of power in the palace. SonanBeeta had chosen to transport the orb to her parent’s room. The SonanTratona can only be harnessed by the royal family, for they alone know the secret. SonanTratcher had learned of it in his days as an assassin, working for the same master he was wailing to now.
A voice could be heard, echoing all around the room, but no one was there to claim it.
“FOOL! You thought you could overrun the queen, the only person who could’ve given us what we need! The SonanPreonnos she transported was the only one of full power, but we will have to do without it. Take this SonanPreonnos, and speak the SonanWreonno.”
The mysterious voice from nowhere was suddenly accompanied by a sickly green glow. The glow flashed pale green, then the color was glowing from another SonanPreonnos, and the glow was returned to it’s original green color. The assassin obeyed, and spoke the unheard-of command. He immediately grew rigid, and his essence was drawn into the SonanPreonnos. It flashed green, then vanished.
Relieved in the presence of no one, the glow transformed itself into a deranged looking man. His face was a mottled yellow, half his mouth was stuck tight, and his nose was nothing but a stub. But the worst were the eyes. His eyes were missing, nothing but two green gashes, infectious wounds inflicted by the queen herself. He heaved a sigh of relief.
“Aah, to be in a body again. I’ve quite forgotten what it felt like. But it is not to last. The SonanPreonnos’ leftover energy from SonanWreonnos, World-Hopping, is enough to give me a body until NOW! Aah hah hah. AAH HAH HAH!” He laughed with such evilness that the rats scurried away and the water seemed to dry up. He vanished from view and became a cloud of green light once again.
2 comments:
Now look, my cute, impatient one...sometimes I forget to check the bloggy world. But I am here now and this is amazing!!!! You have some great metaphors and a very cool plot line going. Keep it up!!!
Jonah--this is incredibly creative. I love the concept of the "name" language. I also love how the story starts right off with suspense and action. You captured my attention and now I need more! Why am I so lucky to have such a talented nephew?
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