Chapter Four (violet)

in some far off town, the king was fighting the galling winds to get back home. he had to get to amira to see what was going on! she must be so nervous and scared! there was no other explanation for a storm so suddenly this big. he spurred his horse to top speed. he was almost there, he could see the castle now. there must be only three hundred yards between him and the drawbridge that led to home. he felt annoyance at being called home for such silly reasons. he knew that this excuse, like many others that amira gave him, would probably have something to do with the old one. they always did, but he didn't believe a word of it. how many lands had he conquered? well, it didn't matter, but she had pretty much gave them the lands herself. seh just told every one what to do and they did it. no question at all; just like that.

Chapter Three #3 (violet)

"Dear, i have no earthly idea. all i know how to do now is stir potions like this one here." he took a sip from the bottle that amira had handed him. there was no way that that statement was true. "You must have some idea. weren't you the one to help her make them?" amira asked. Foulin laughed. "of course not! where on earth did you get that idea? that old wi--i mean, well, um, er, she only works alone down in the dungeons. i hope that is to be of some help to you, but i cannot tell you any more." Amira looked at the wizard with curious eyes. then she noticed something that made her skin crawl. she ran out of Foulin's room as fast as she could. seh didn't want to think about the 'glass' necklace he had had around his neck. it had been on a small chain with a glass bubble in the middle. exactly like the one the princess was holding in her hand.

Chapter Three #2 (veruca)

Amira was so curious that she went to the Wizard Foulin. He was the king’s adviser and the court magician. Foulin was also her godfather. Up the many tower steps Amira walked. Up, and up and up. Until finally she came to the big wooden door. "Come in Amira." Foulin said distractedly before she could even knock. Amira opened the heavy door with a creak and stepped in closing the door behind her. "Hello godfather Foulin. I’m terribly sorry to barge in like this and-" Foulin cut her off, "Amira, princess, please hand a sore old man that bottle of birch weed on the shelf there." he said. "But you are not a sore old man!" Amira said sarcastically. "But I will get the birch weed for you." she walked over to the cluttered wood shelf and took the bottle out. She handed him the jar. "Foulin... I have a question... do you know why the necklace the old one gave me has colors in it that swirl?"

Chapter Three (violet)

For months, no one was allowed the gates of the palace alone. Amira thought it was time to take out her old necklace again. She took a metal from underneath her bed and took up a few of her floor20boards. She wanted to experiment with it. she looked at the bubble on the end. All of a sudden she started to wonder. All of the other necklaces that she had seen had something hanging off the chain. This bubble was actually like a part of the chain. Why was this? She squeezed the glass bubble as hard as she possibly could. She tried to break it, but couldn't. Amira took the metal bar to the bubble and tried to smash it open. It wouldn't shatter.
The next day she had an idea. The colors were now plentiful in her bubble, but when she had gotten it there were only about three of them. She went to the Old One. Something she had promised herself she would never do. "Excuse me," she asked sweetly "I was just thinking. When I was given this delectable necklace, there were barley and colors. Now, there are so many colors it is hard to pick them out! What is this made of?""Glass, my dear. But don't take it off;” the Old One said sharply, “it looks so much better when it is on you."Amira looked down at the necklace that she had so carefully placed on her neck. As she looked down, it seemed like the colors were moving. What was this? Why was all of this happening?

Chapter Two #two (veruca)

One afternoon, when Amira and Jessan were out in the forest collecting beautiful striped rocks from a dried up riverbed, Amira heard a loud whinnie off in the distance. "Jessan! Did you hear that...I hear a horse!" without even waiting for an answer, she jumped up and climbed a fallen tree out of the riverbed. Sprinting toward the noise, Amira could hear jessan yelling after her, “Amira! Stop or I shall call the king's cavalry on you!" she knew he was kidding, so Amira kept running. Closer and closer and closer, she could hear it better now, so she started to slow down. Then, it happened... there was a clearing formed by large oak trees that towered over her. amira looked around for the noise she loved so much had stopped. She looked at her torn green dress and scraped arms. All of a sudden, she heard a sound, but not the sound she had heard before. Amira turned around and there crouching before her was a big wild cat. His long tail swished around and he leaped upon her! Amira screamed. The enormous puma's claws were digging into her shoulders. Finally, hope came. "Help me Jessan!" she cried. The puma suddenly slinked off her body and ran into the woods. Amira rolled over to get a better look at her rescuer. But instead of Jessan's tall leather boots, she saw a pair of hooves. Following them up and up she saw its coat; dark gray. Still up was its face. The horse that saved her. A tall, gorgeous mare with a midnight black mane and gleaming brown eyes. Amira shakily stood to examine a large gash in the side of her flank that she assumed was caused by the wild cat. Hearing footsteps she turned around. "You idiot Amira! What was that all about-" Jessan stopped a gaped first at the large wounds on Amira's shoulders then at the horse she was stroking lovingly. "Jessan, this is Klea. She is my horse now.

Jessan just stared. "How on earth did you get him?"
"Her." she corrected him. "She saved me. A huge wild cat came and attacked me. i don't know why. I heard Klea calling, and so i followed her. Then, she saved me from the cat. i think i shall name him Catire.""You're naming the cat that almost killed you?" That’s just how she was.

Chapter Two Ring Story (violet)

Amira hadn't seen her father since he came rushing home that one day. The Old One kept an annoyingly close watch on her, but made no odd or misplaced move. Everything kept on for years, and years, and years. Amira was sixteen now, and her 'etiquette lessons', as some called them were getting intense. Her least favorite lesson was history. It was taught by the old one. Amira was tired of the old witch rasping on about Harlev the Harsh, and Prince Bindel the Blond. There was nothing in comparison to horseback riding. Although she liked the horses, it was the teacher who caught her attention. Jessan, a sandy blonde with brown eyes, was only one year older than her. She loved it most when they took 'field trips' over the beautiful hills in what would soon be her kingdom.

Chapter One Ring Story part 2 (veruca)

Secretly, amira took the necklace off and hid it in a box that she kept under her floor boards. but she was nervous... so, a hard wind started blowing over the kingdom where the king, her father, was trading and noticed that something was wrong and quickly ordered the royal coach to take him back to the kingdom of Gradle. After a day of travel, he arrived and worriedly walked into his daughter's bed room. "What are your troubles as I will do all within my power to fix them." he said to amira. She was reading a book and was humming an old folk tune. "Oh father, I’m terribly sorry, I was looking for my book, you know the one that mother gave me, and I just found it about an hour ago." she lied,” there is something that you could do for me now that you are here... please tell me! How is it that you know when I am feeling sad or angry when you are so far away? ""well daughter, if you must know..." replied the king, but just then the old one walked in with an odd look on her face.

Ring Story Chapter One (violet)

Chapter one

Once upon a time, in a land called Gradle, there lived a king. He loved his horse and his wife and his kingdom, but what he loved most was his daughter. When she was born, he named her amira, which meant in his native language, 'the setting sun'. He loved her so much that on her first birthday he gave Amira a small bracelet. Through the bracelet he knew what amira was feeling, no matter where the two were. If she was angry, the sky would turn black over the king's head and it would start to rain. Then he would come home and sort out what ever mess there was. If she was sad and crying, the heavens would open up and it rain would pour down. Then he would come home and comfort the young child. If she was happy, then nothing at all would happen, and the king would stay where ever he was. He was the only one who knew of this power with the exception of the witch who had charmed the bracelet. As the young girl grew older, she became beautiful. She had many friends in the palace, and she tried to be nice to every one... the one person that she just couldn't bring herself to like be her mother's adviser. Her father always said that she had been the one to make the bracelet he had given her 'special', but she didn't believe him. The only time that her father was home to tell her things was when she was upset or angry. Every time something was wrong, he would be home in a flash. No one ever admitted to telling him what she was doing, so she didn't know what to think. The worst part about the palace for the girl was the queen's adviser, who just happened to be her godmother. She always seemed to be leering out of the corner of her eyes at amira, and she didn't like it. Even when she was just a baby princess she would cry when the adviser held her. amira supposed her name was tyra, but no one ever called her that. They just called her the old one. She could see why, the woman's face was creased with age. She often seemed to be giving out jewelry to the higher people of the palace, just simple chains with a stationary bubble of entwined colors in the middle. The people wearing the necklaces always seemed to be ready to listen to the old one, but amira didn't see why. On her second birthday, Amira herself was given a necklace. the old one had insisted on giving her one at an early stage, just so that she would always have a little of her godmother with her. Of course, Amira didn't want part of the old one with her at all times. She was already odd sometimes. But, after much kicking and screaming and apologizing, (the king himself came home) the necklace laid laced around the little girl's neck. The chain was made of pure gold, but no matter how cold the air outside was, even if the princess had taken it off to take a bath, it was as warm as if it had been left out all day in the sun. The gold itself was twisted into, on close inspection, resembled many vines with leaves twined together. The day Amira got it; she only noticed three colors in the bubble in the center: green, pink, and yellow. But, after months of wearing it, she saw purple, blue, orange, and red.