(This is actually the story behind my avatar. I got bored, so I wrote this...^^)
Greetings. my name is Nurai. Once, I was the magnanimous ruler of a land called Yellow. I ruled my country peacfully, until I was overthrown by the evil queen of Purple. She took over my country, enchanted me, and put me adrift on the Sea of Blue. My eyes changed to green, so that there was no way I could re-enter my land and retake my throne.
For a time, I drifted on the Sea of Blue, until I was thrown from my raft in a storm. I was washed up onto shore in a strange place called Canada, and this is where I live now, trying to find a way to break my enchantment and turn my eyes back to their gold colour so I can go home. Until I have completely restored myself to my former glory, I can never reclaim my position from the Purple Queen and return my grief-torn kingdom to peace.
I have had many odd exeriences outside of the Rainbow Kingdoms. One such experience was with the monstrosity called 'washing machine'. I do not understand how it works. To put my garments in something that roars so and leaves them wet and stiff is unheard of in my land.
But let us go back to before my expulsion from my kingdom. I was born on the longest day of sunshine. To be born on such a day meant that one day, I would rule Yellow, even though I came from humble peasant stock. At the age of seven, I was taken to the local palace to be trained in the ways of royalty. Where I come from, each city had a palace. They are known as 'country castles', and the only thing that goes on in such a place is tedious lessons. I was taken to such a place. In the ruling city, all our leaders gather. Each is the appearance of their land's colour; as the Yellow Queen, I have the appearance os being swathed in gold. My skin is tawny, with gold eyes, lips, and hair. My garments are made of yellow silk and velvet. For Emerald, the same, though their national colour is that of the stone who's name they bear. For all our countries, we bear one colour, one look, until the day we die.
But I digress; by the age of seven, Iwas taken to the local palace, where I was trained in feminine arts, and the traits I would need to one day rule a country. Because I was a peasant, it was not thought that I would suit, but I was destined to be a great ruler.
I was kept in the year of confinement at age fifteen, seven years before that which is the norm for females of the Rainbow Kingdoms. When I emerged from my solitude, I was rushed to the Rainbow City, which would be the place where all our nation's leaders live; the old Yellow had fallen to a disease, and at age sixteen, I was to take his place. The path which I was to tread was daunting, but I held firm to what would be my destiny.
In the first years of my reign, Yellow was attacked; Crimson wanted to seize our assets, take our land, and worst of all, he desired a unity between out countries... he desired me. Negotiations for peace were underway after several months of fighting. The terms were clear; marriage to Rouge, the Crimson King, or a complete annihilation of Yellow would commence. The direction my path had taken was dark, twisted with pain and rage, but it was one I would tread to my dieing day.
And thus, Nurai of Yellow, Queen of Sunshine, was wed to Rouge, the Blood King of the Crimson Lands.
That was my nineteenth year on this world. Rouge had moved into my lands with his bands of warriors, and all was lost, or so it seemed. My consort was an elder, not in age, but he had lived many lives in his short time on Earth. His name was Waverider, and he was beautiful; one of peace and light, not of the dark ways forced on him by times of war. Though he was not yet ruler of the Waves, but he was not without power. One night, while we were slumbering in my bedchamber, the Crimson b*****d had his guards storm my palace. You see, even though we were wed, I did not welcome the Crimson b*****d any more than my people welcomed his. We were still at war, it was just within my countrymen's hearts instead of ravaging the land.
After the raid, Waverider's rage was great. He left my kingdom with his delegation, determined to return with a legion of great force to retake my lands. Little did my love know that the many faces of Purple were waiting for him.
It saddens me to look back on his time in captivity. The Purple Queen had stolen him away from me, and as I was enchanted, so was my Waverider. He was made to forget me, and all that we had once held between us.
Vio, the Purple Whore was in league with the Crimson b*****d, in the hopes that she would weild an immense power against the people of my land. In the past, Yellow and Purple had warred, as we are opposites. Her kingdom is the purple twighlight, and though beautiful, it is completely devoid of the loving touch of sunlight that my kingdom so enjoys.
Thus, she grasped my lover, and we were finished. Little did she know that her spell would return to her. Love is not to be conquered by tricks of the hand or of the mind. Eventually, my Waverider was due to rule. He accepted his crown, and once upon his head, the enchantments of the Purple whore vanished; I know not how, but extremely grateful I was for this gift.
Rain decended upon my land, and the reign of the Blood King was done; I had given him the ultimate reprieve. I had granted him death, with the dagger of Waverider as my instrument of justice. His warriors were cast out, and Yellow knew peace. My power among the peoples of the Rainbow Kingdoms had grown to such that I was a legend among our time. I would be known as the woman swathed in sunshine, come to rectify wrongs done to the people. It is odd, is it not, how people, even great people, are cast into the roles of heroes among common folk?
And so I was free; no longer married, I was free. To pursue my happiness with the Wave Lord, and to lead my people into times free of fear and hate.
So it followed. I was married at the age of twenty two, the time that normally would be reserved for my confinement. Our peace lasted. The land recovered from the ravaging of the Blood, and the people recovered as well. I had recovered fully, also; I had been gifted with children, the son and daughter of my husband, Waverider. My twins babies, gifted with hair of a black do black, it is blue; with skin as tawny and golden as my own; and their eyes were perfect globes of cool green, a mix of both our lands.
The tale of Nurai does not end here, nor does it end in happiness. I fear that it goes on still, even as I write this. The vengeance of the Purple Whore knew no bounds. Herself had been beaten back, thrown into further darkness than before. For a time, she could not remember what she had been; the Sorceress b***h of the Twighlight. Gradually she remembered, and as she did, she plotted her revenge in great detail. Her plan worked; I was cast out of my country, set adrift on the waves my husband so loved. my punishment for her defeat would not be finished there; I was never to be able to return to my kingdom unless the enchantment on me was broken. Likewise, my love could not follow me; he was trapped in an endless hell, a place where he had no power; he was cast into a well run dry, where he could not use his manipulation of water to help either himself, me, or our children.
I fear for them constantly, though I would not wish they had come with me into this strange, strange world of metal birds and plastic food. For now, I know they are safe; I have the ability to see everything the sunlight touches, so therefore I remain informed of the Purple Whore's doings in my lands.
I have been away from home for three years. I am now twenty-nine. My Waverider has died. Locked away from water he could not survive indefinitely. My children still remain safe; my last move before I was exiled was to lay a protective enchantment on them, so the Whore will nto be able to find them. They remain with a mountain hermit, a woman who will teach them about what was, and what will be again when one rises to reclaim my throne if I should not return. This I will never led go; I will wreak vengeance on the one who has destroyed my love, and everything the love within me once held dear.
And so, as I have directed, my story continues. I remember still the spell that has removed me from Yellow. "Queen of Sunshine, Queen of Love, for all your power, you have been defeated. You shall be cast from the kingdoms you hold so dear, and never shall you return. Sent to the lands beyond life, you will remain until you can't. Wither and die, as will the flesh of your flesh and the love of your heart. Let your lands fall into dispair and darkness, a part of my lands as will they remain forevermore." Thus the spell was cast, and now I live as a writer of fantasy. This is to be my next story, and although it holds the truth, it will be seen as a falsehood meant to entertain. Children will look upon my life and laugh; the villain has won, evidently, and the heroine, myself, has been exiled. Adults will view it as merely a piece of sad fiction that seems unfinished.
And so, I remain in this odd place called Canada, until the day where I can return to my lands, my people, my children and my throne.
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