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Sable Kingdom: An Asylum of Death
By:  Yoshino Twins

||Preface

As most of my, or rather, our, readers, critics, and flamers will remember the first versions f this, started about maybe one year and a quarter ago.  How time flies when one is filled with many thoughts.  You all can see that many stories have disappeared, while others have stayed.  We've decided to take this and Sable Kingdom: An Asylum of Death, which in the first horrid versions, were linked by the dark, mysterious rider, his twin, and Queen Jania, who's story was of Sable Kingdom.

Since, like countless attempting writers, we have fallen into a hole, named writer's block.  We have decided to pull ourselves out, with rusty old hooks named Portraits Hidden and Sable Kingdom.  However, for now, let jus just go back times before, times forgotten, to the times relived.

Just remember: this is but one tale. Belief is both a part required and a part not needed.

||Part One

|Chapter One

    The words "Boredom is an inevitable destiny" was being scratched on a desk in the third row of five, the chipping sound drowned out by a monotonous drone and soft snores that perfumed the classroom. The girl writing on the old wooden table had a sharp dagger in her hand, its intricate hilt in a tango with her fingers curved, and sighed. Her shoulder length dark hair flowing down, then jutting out after her chin, her bangs flying off to the sides. her brown eyes, more black than anything else, were cold and unfeeling.
    "Having fun?" said a voice, close to her ear.
    The droning of the teacher and the sleeping of others continued on, as if they hadn't heard a thing.
    Answering back in her mind, she replied, "So nice to see you drop in, Naer. How's your scrying class?"
    Naer answered her back. "Not bad, my little Raen-ie twin. Then again, if we're such an advanced class, why are we scrying water? Apparently half the class didn't do their homework very well. I could do this with my eyes open."
    Raen smirked, she knew very well her older brother could scry anything, just as long as he had his disc with him. Even if he had his eyes open -- for to scry, you had to have your eyes sewn shut with your own hair before starting. Naer was the best -- he had served the king before he was even five.
    "Thank you for your wonderful compliments, dear sister. Now, could you tell our dear Princess Jania to meet me at the cypress after class, as usual?"
    "Can you get the old geezer to cock his toes?"
    "Not from here, of course. But, I suppose you could. I'm sure you're just longing to do so right now, anyway."
    "Twins forever, mind and soul. Twins forever, in this hole."
    "Let it fly, Raen-ie. Let's get out of this hole."
    And Raen-ie did.
    The dagger flew from her wrist, her mouth opening for a yawn just as the sharp blade flew into the jaws of the teacher, silencing him from his endless explanations and saving the rest of the world from another sentence of the eternal sleep of tedium.
    The class awakened, stood up, gathered their books, and left the classroom rubbing their eyes, not even bothering to sidestep the still alive, although not for long, teacher.
    A short, thin girl with long black hair and brown eyes wearing an amused frown stood waiting at the door. Walking out, she said to Raen, "Tsk tsk, you should really control your temper."
    "Sorry Jania, but, it's just so boring. Besides, don't you want to meet Naer?"
    Jania smiled. "You're right about that. But there's still no reason to kill the teacher -- first, I was having a very nice nap. Second, that's the fourth teacher you've killed this week."
    "Third, it's a waste of a pretty dagger. I feel so sorry for that little piece of steel...oh well, they haven't confiscated it from me yet, so there's nothing to fear."
    "You don't have anything to fear. They do -- me, you, and Naer."
    "Of course -- you're the princess, and we're your chief advisors, bodyguards, and the royal food tasters. Yum... the lasagna last night was good."
    "You ate all of it."
    "You didn't like it, your majesty."
    The princess sighed. "Don't call me that. It's annoying. Besides, where's Naer going to meet me?"
    "He's going to meet you at the old cypress in the apple orchard, near the south gate. Have fun -- I saw the flowers earlier, they're spectacular."
    "Cool. You going to your next class, or are you going to go meet Fae?"
    "Meeting Fae -- we're in charge of the banquet tonight that you're dad's giving -- apparently, he wants to test our decorating skills."
    "Interior design... great. Have fun."
    "Don't stay out too long. I don't want to go looking for you two again in the middle of a snogfest -- horrible."
    They parted.
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    Raen and Fae stood on opposite ends of a long banquet hall, trying to adjust the tablecloth on a magnificent mahogany table that ran the length of the room, trying to adjust their eyes in the bright sunlight that streamed through the large, wide windows.
    Fae was of medium height, with long blond hair, fashioned where the front was short and framed her face while the rest fell to the small of her back. Her clear blue eyes reflected the sky, her laughing created clouds.
    "So, what do you think of the ambassadors from Jurai? Hot, eh?"
    "Which one are you talking about? 'Cause he is cute!"
    "Hey, he's mind -- hands off of Akoto!"
    "Ew, you meant Akoto? Gross... Jania and I met him earlier, and he's just obnoxious."
    "No, he isn't. He writes poetry... he wrote a poem for me, you know."
    "Good for him. I like Shazoi better; polite, nice, handsome. He even asked me to tonight's banquet to be his date. What more could you want?"
    "Poetry."
    "Love poems?"
    "Yep."
    "Are you sure he's not gay? Because I did see him flirting with your ex-boyfriend. Kinda."
    "RAEN!!!!!!!!!" Fae started to chase her around the ballroom, angry, amused, and laughing at the same time. Raen, however, rolled her eyes, smiled, and glided backwards, from her arms throwing wineglass to their right place as she spun by. She then picked up a stack of plates and set those on the table in the same manner, with Fae finally giving in after her adversary had finished passing out the soup bowls.
    Grabbing handfuls of cutlery, they flew in the air, placing themselves in the correct order as the two set up the orchestra pit, then pull out all the chairs three and a half inches from the tables. They worked quickly, efficiently, and exchanging comments about the foreign ambassadors that had come from the neighboring kingdom of Jurai, ruled by Len Jolin.