Trixia
01-11-2003, 11:57
(This is my first go at a nation story. So if anyone has any comments on it don't hesitate to post 'em here! Thanks)
The sky was black over Trixia City this day, mainly due to the fact it was night, but all the same there was a feeliing that not all things were going to go well for Trixia over the next few days.
Rain hit the windows and a gale cut up the air. Trix, Lord Imperial of all Trixia, sat on his throne, thinking of his nation.
I have ruled here since the beginning, my empire ruling fairly over its people and only fightings wars when the cause is just. I have done nothing wrong that i can see, but still i feel as though i am loosing grip on my nation, i can feel it slipping through my fingers...
Trix was taken from his thought by his butler, Jones.
"Sir, a moment of you time"
"Of course old friend, come and sit"
"I would love to milord, but it is not me who wishes an audience"
"Oh? Then who?"
"A Mr Himler sir"
"Show him in"
A tall man dressed in black came into the room, he bowed to Trix.
"No need for formalities, what is your business?"
"I come her to warn you Trix"
"Warn me? Of what?"
"Of a terrible evil that will rock trixia's very foundations"
No! This cannot be true!? He's just a madman...but what if he isn't?
"Is someone plotting to have me overthrowm?"
"I cannot say, for i do not know, but you must be prepared, mentally and physically, for the challenges that lay ahead my lord"
"I thankyou Hilmer"
"My lord" And with that he left the throne room. And Trix went a collapsed on his throne.
My nation is plotting to get rid of me? What have i done!?! I have failed my nation.
"Jones, do you know what this means?"
"We're in trouble milord"
"Yes, yes it does.."
The sky was black over Trixia City this day, mainly due to the fact it was night, but all the same there was a feeliing that not all things were going to go well for Trixia over the next few days.
Rain hit the windows and a gale cut up the air. Trix, Lord Imperial of all Trixia, sat on his throne, thinking of his nation.
I have ruled here since the beginning, my empire ruling fairly over its people and only fightings wars when the cause is just. I have done nothing wrong that i can see, but still i feel as though i am loosing grip on my nation, i can feel it slipping through my fingers...
Trix was taken from his thought by his butler, Jones.
"Sir, a moment of you time"
"Of course old friend, come and sit"
"I would love to milord, but it is not me who wishes an audience"
"Oh? Then who?"
"A Mr Himler sir"
"Show him in"
A tall man dressed in black came into the room, he bowed to Trix.
"No need for formalities, what is your business?"
"I come her to warn you Trix"
"Warn me? Of what?"
"Of a terrible evil that will rock trixia's very foundations"
No! This cannot be true!? He's just a madman...but what if he isn't?
"Is someone plotting to have me overthrowm?"
"I cannot say, for i do not know, but you must be prepared, mentally and physically, for the challenges that lay ahead my lord"
"I thankyou Hilmer"
"My lord" And with that he left the throne room. And Trix went a collapsed on his throne.
My nation is plotting to get rid of me? What have i done!?! I have failed my nation.
"Jones, do you know what this means?"
"We're in trouble milord"
"Yes, yes it does.."