PDA

View Full Version : The Ace Mikala Chronicles: Book 1



SouthernRiver4
March 14th, 2012, 01:30 AM
PROLOGUE

“Did you ever think we’d be here?” Ace said, as he and Mikey looked out over the ocean, with nothing but ruin behind them.

“Nope. So much for saving the world, huh?”

With that, Ace pulled open his cloak slowly and pulled from it the sacred purple orb known as the Orb of the Past.

“You found it.” Said Mikey, knowing what was next.

“Yeah, I’m sorry it has to be this way. So many thousands of lives were lost because of us…because of me. I’m the only one who can make it right.” Ace said, tightening his grip around the small, glowing orb.

“I know. And I know you’ll make this right. I have faith in you.” Mikey said, throwing a rock into the ocean. “Will you be back someday?”

Ace lifted the orb toward the sun, so that the light bounced off toward the East. “With any luck…no.” He grabbed his cloak to hold it together, and then he shouted:

“Return me to the first day!” And with that, Ace and the orb shot off into the sky, speeding toward the past.

Mikey continued to stare at the ocean for a moment more. “Good-bye, my friend.” And slowly, he faded away.

SouthernRiver4
March 14th, 2012, 01:34 AM
ACT I: SCARS TO LAST A LIFETIME



Chapter 1: The First Day


Today was the day. The first day. The day that would change Ace Mikala’slife forever. From this day forward, he would be known as PrinceAce Mikala. His father had been crowned king…King of Oreilah. Thewhole concept was odd to him. How could he, a boy from a peasant family, now be a part of royalty? Well, the actual answer to this question is simple. His father’s brother, Ex-King Melzai, had been removed from the throne, as it had been discovered that he had a mistress for the better part of his reign.And while during this time, mistresses were not uncommon, for the king of Oreilah to have one, it was pure blasphemy against the throneand the whole kingdom. And since Ace’s father was Melzai’s only living relation, the throne was his.

Now, while Ace was fully aware of how this had all taken place, he wasstill in shock. It was only two weeks earlier that his mother was illand he was scraping together small coins doing odd-jobs to pay for low-level medical care for her. Before Ace’s father - now King Seroxin - became king, he made a humble living as a tanner. While this living wasn’t much, it was just enough to make sure that Ace, his father, and his mother ate most nights of the week. They lived in a small, hand-made shackoutside Oreilah, as the millage taxes were simply too much for thepoor tanner and his wife to pay.

Even though Ace was now living in the lap of luxury, he feltuncomfortable. He was raised with the idea that you only get what youwant when you get it yourself, no matter how big or small. He was made uneasy by the butlers who offered their services to him everyfifty seconds. Having lived outside the walls of the kingdom, inforest most of his life; he was used to the dirt under his fingernails and the matted hair on his head. But now he was clean,and in fine dress robes. Soon, he would be dining with the king, his mother who was now in good health thanks to the royal medical assistant, his father’s new advisors, the court gestures, and the butlers who would be surrounding the tables, once again, making Ace feel uncomfortable by waiting on him.

Ace’s deep thought was soon shattered by the frail voice of a butler. “My prince, is there anything you would be needing?”

Ace had said no to him and others several times, so this time, he figured he would just say nothing at all. He stood up, and looked at the books on his shelf; he pulled the book The Odyssey by Homer.

The butler spoke. “The Odyssey; a wonderful piece of Greek literature. Homer had a way with words.”

Ace closed the book and turned slightly toward the butler. “Yes, he did. I prefer The Iliad to The Odyssey, though.”

The butler spoke softly. “Oh. I imagine, as old as I am, you probably think I knew Homer, yes?” He chuckled gently.

Ace smiled and slid the book back onto the shelf and then sat in the chair by his desk.

“Prince Ace, you’ve kept very much to yourself these last two weeks. Iwould hazard a guess to say you haven’t even stepped outside your chamber. Please, let us do something for you.” The butler sounded very concerned for Ace’s well-being.

“With all-due respect, sir, I’m just not comfortable with having anyone wait on me. I’m used to doing everything myself. It’s what I know, and that’s how I wish it to stay. And if you’d be so kind as to tell that to the rest of the butlers, I would greatly appreciate it.” Ace said, becoming very agitated, fiddling with the feather quill on his desk.

“I have a great deal of respect for you, my prince. I respect any man who understands the value of hard work and doing things for one’s self. I will abide by your wishes. But do you think, perhaps, you could do me one, small favor?” The butler said, adjusting himself in the chair.

“Hm? And what would that be?” Ace said, straightening the papers on his desk.

“Have a cup of tea with me and tell me what is bothering you.” The butler said, standing slowly.

“There’snothing wrong with me-“

“Gordon. My name is Gordon.”

“Very well. There’s nothing wrong with me, Gordon. But yes, I will have tea with you.”

A short while later, after Gordon had made tea and brought it to Ace’s chamber, they sat across from each other and stayed silent. Gordon, however, was the first to break the silence.

“Tell me about yourself, prince.” He said, struggling for a conversation starter.

“There’s not much to tell, really. I’ve spent my entire life working and doing odd-jobs for people, usually laborious outside work, for little pay.” He said, slowly sipping tea.

“And what do you spend your money on? Or do you save it?” Gordon asked, casually.

“Well, I’ll admit, I’m really bad with money. I can’t hold onto it for very long, but unlike many people, I tend to spend it on more…intellectual items; books, mostly. I don’t condone frivolous spending.” Mid-way through his sentence, he had turned his attention to his miniature library and admired the fact that almost every book on his shelf was bought by him.

“And what do you like to read about?” said Gordon, now becoming quite quizzical.

“Well, I have a great many books on Science, Theology, Religion, and Mathematics….but I must say, I do enjoy fantasies. The non-fiction I read appeals to the scholar in me. But my interests are predominantly fiction.” He said, priding his collection, still.

“I see. You seem well-balanced in the arts.” Gordon said, followed by a long draw of tea.

“The arts? We weren’t talking about the arts, monsieur.”Ace said, confusion becoming apparent in his voice.

“The arts are in anything and everything we do, giovane.When a man is considered a “mathematician” it is implied that hehas mastered the art of Mathematics. The same goes for any sports, such as Chess. If one has mastered the game of chess to a fault, then it can be assumed that he has mastered the art of Chess. You, young prince, are well-versed in the art of intellect. Your mind is but the mind of a scholar. And though one cannot truly ever master the art of intellect, as there is always more to learn, the intellectual arts are, in-fact, your art.” While delivering this vast amount of knowledge, Gordon had been skimming the books that lined Ace’s shelves.“Now, you said that you enjoy works of fiction, more specifically it seems, magic. You seem to have a plethora of books about magic. And not only that, but they are not solely fiction; many of these are actual history books and books on the origin of magic. Care to explain why you’re so fascinated with this subject? Do you wish to bend the elements at will? Bend people at will? Have the world at your fingertips by simply uttering a magic spell?” Gordon said, shuffling through the pages of a black book with a purple spine.

“Actually, you’re wrong. I’m not sure if I believe in magic. But let’s say I did. I wish to understand it. And I wish to understand the science,and the biology behind it. I believe, like countless other people,that the ability to perform magic spells or manipulate the elements comes from the mind. We, as humans, use so little of our brain. But look at the great strides we’ve made, thus far, with just the small portion of brain we use as-is. If one person could harness all, and if not all, at least half of their brain power…there’s no telling how powerful that person could be. There’s no telling what kind of manipulation one could have over the elements.” Having said this, Ace was quite impressed with himself. He felt as though he had just given the perfect answer.

“Look at the time, giovane! You must prepare for dinner! I imagine that you are perfectly capable of preparing yourself?” Gordon said with a chuckle.

“Yes, Gordon. Tell my father I will be down very shortly. Oh! And thank you for both the tea and the intellectual conversation. Honestly, it’sbeen the most enjoyable thing about this place, thus far.”
Gordon approached the doorway, ready to walk out. “That you know of, Prince Ace. You’ve yet to take three steps out of your chamber.”With that, Gordon walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Ace dragged around his room, slowly changing his clothes, adjusting the books back on the shelves properly, and simply stalling. He was not looking forward to this dinner tonight. Granted, it would be nice to dine with actual steel utensils and eat food that he hadn’t freshly torn from some poor animal. But, he was not looking forward to the awkward silences between himself and his father. And he was not looking forward to all of his father’s new-found advisers asking him questions…about anything. And he especially wasn’t thrilled about listening to his father have a loud, obnoxious conversation with his advisers over things he actually had no idea about.

He had figured a way out, though. He would stay long enough for soup, or whatever it is they were going to serve, eat light, stay quiet,complain of a headache and asked to be dismissed early to bed. It seemed like a good plan, and the only problem he could see is if the royal caretakers decided to go above and beyond and rush him to the hospital wing for his pretend affliction.

After a while, he was dressed in his evening robes and headed down the corridor. He was trying desperately to keep from getting lost. Gordon was not lying when he said that Ace hadn’t left his chamber in the entire two weeks he’d been here. He didn’t know where his parent’s room was, where the throne room was, where the grand hall was, or even where the dining room was. Luckily, down the hall, there was a butler to escort him to the dining room. He really wished it had been Gordon. He felt as though he could’ve tricked Gordon into an intellectual conversation and have made him forget his objective of delivering Ace to the dining room. The most intellectual response that Ace got from this butler was a simple, Neanderthal-like grunt, which seemed a little odd, considering he was to be a butler for a royal family.

The butler opened the doors to the dining room. The top half of the walls were painted maroon, and the bottom half, which were divided by a wall mold with crowns on it, was painted beige. There was a fireplace with a sword mounted on top of the mantle. It was pretty much as cliché of a royal room as you can get, but it sort of made Ace happy, because it was like being in one of his fantasy books. Where there might be a king, playing chess with an evil wizard inside a room, much like this one, and he is using his evil, magic powers to manipulate the board. He wondered if his father was the evil wizard…and he was the game board that was being manipulated.

“Ace! My son! I feel as though I haven’t seen you in a week!” His father shouted from across the room, his face full of food.

“It’s been two, father. Or, is it “King Seroxin” now?” Ace said crudely, pulling out a chair for himself.

“Now, you two. No fighting at dinner. Whether we are in our little hut outside the kingdom or dining in the dining room of the palace…we do not fight at dinner.” said Lady Mikala, proudly.
They both apologized and went on eating their meals quietly. Not too long after, the silence was broken by the royal advisers who barged into the room talking so loudly, you could hear them in another country. They sat down, adjusted their dining robes and set their silverware. It was odd to watch them, though. Their movements were perfectly synchronized. Not one person missed a beat; from the way they ladled soup into their mouths, or wiped the excess dribble off their chins, it was perfectly coordinated, as if they had something to prove.

The tallest of the four men, Drexdel, the king’s head adviser, wiped his mouth and spoke. “On behalf of all of us and the entire kingdom, we would just like to say congratulations, and may you have a long and prosperous rein.”

King Seroxin held his glass of wine to the air and smiled. The advisers followed suit and began to cheer. Drexdel settled them down quickly and continued on.

“Now, my lord, as I’m sure you know, being king is not an easy job. Your responsibility is now to the people. You may hold all power in the kingdom, but you serve the people. However, that is why myself, these other three fine gentlemen, and the entire royal house-staff are here, to make all of your lives easier. “

Again, King Seroxin held his glass to the heavens and smiled wildly. Though this time, he began the cheers with an obnoxious “Here, here!”And since he was king, his advisers followed his lead. Ace couldn’t help but let out a small, yet sarcastic laugh. To see all four of these grown, adult men act like clones, as if they’ve never had an ounce of free will. The concept seemed funny to Ace, and if not funny…than rather foreign to him. Perhaps this was politics and he was simply too young to understand, despite his vast knowledge of Monarchy government.

Ace saw the excited expression on his father’s face turn to utter disgust. “Do you find something funny, boy?” King Seroxin clenched his fist.

Ace stood up and walked around the dining room a bit. “No, my lord. Nothing’s funny. I was simply remembering a joke that the butler, Gordon, told me earlier. He’s quite hilarious, if you don’tknow.” He ran his finger through the dust on the mantle and then wiped it off.

Drexdel turned in his chair to face Ace. “So, Prince Ace-“

Ace cut him off. “Ace, if you don’t mind. Just…Ace.”

Drexdel spoke again “Sorry, m’lord. It’d be disrespectful to call you anything other than “Prince” as it is what you are.”

Ace scanned a book on a corner shelf. “I see. Carry on.”

“Your father tells me that you are quite intelligent, quite gifted in the intellectual department. Is it true?” Drexdel said, eagerly awaiting an answer.

“I suppose that I am fair, sir.” Ace said, pulling two gold coins off a small table.

“Please, dear Prince. Elaborate. How do you feel about the government in Oreilah; more specifically, your father’s rein?” Drexdel looked as though he was about the break the back of the chair with anticipation.

“I think that government is a cruel mistress. No pun intended of course to the former king.” Ace slowly approached his father, the gold coins still in his hand. “For instance, take this glass of wine that my father has. Granted, this is probably his ninth or eleventh glass, but regardless, this wine right now is pure. Well, as pure as wine can be, I suppose. And take these coins that I have found. They have been sitting on that dirty table, for who knows how long, collecting dust and now that I’ve touched them, they are covered in my germs and infections and bacteria.” Ace drops all of the dirty coins into the wine. “Now look, the once pure wine…is now disgusting and repulsive and will probably be tossed out the window. My father; this pure, hardworking man...the wine…has been infected by government…the coins…and is now much less the man he once was. And both HE AND THE WHOLE DAMN GOVERNMENT SHOULD BE THROWN OUT THE WINDOW!”With that, Ace took the glass of wine and threw it in his father’s face. His father jumped to his feet, eyes burning and begins to scream.

“I WANT HIM OUT OF HERE NOW! TAKE HIM TO HIS CHAMBER AND DON’T LET HIM OUT UNTIL I SAY SO!” He screamed as he flailed his limbs around and caused an upheaval.

Two guards began to approach the fuming seventeen year old, but were scared of how volatile might be. He brushed past them. “I can walk myself to my own chamber, thanks.”

Ace walked to his chamber, huffing and puffing all the way to his room.Along the way, he saw Gordon.

“Prince Ace! Did you enjoy your dinner with your father?” He said, smiling wildly.

“No, Gordon! I didn’t! Please leave! I need to be alone! Just go! I just threw wine in his face, go see if you can help him.” Ace then marched into his chamber and slammed the door behind him. He threw himself out onto the bed and looked out the window, wishing that things would change. And change soon.

Outiboros
March 14th, 2012, 10:09 AM
There are quite some grammatical mistakes. I'll point some out, if you don't mind.

Many missing spaces between words.
Chapter 1, paragraph 1: 'rein' where 'reign' is appropriate.
Ace responding to the butler: 'all-do respect' where 'all due respect' is appropriate.

“Yes, he did. I prefer The Iliad to The Odyssey, though.” with 'though' not in italics.

I'm also quite confused as to when exactly all this plays, probably because you don't describe the places the scenes take place in. Not that that's inherently bad, but it left me confused. The mentioning of Homer, too, confused me. This narrows the setting down to our own Earth, High Fantasy being out of the question, and somewhere after the 15th century, given that Ace can read Latin.

I have a minor dislike for the name of Ace when used as a protagonist. Would a poor man really call his son 'Ace', 'the number one, the best'? If he was born as a crown prince it'd have made sense.

SouthernRiver4
March 14th, 2012, 01:43 PM
There are quite some grammatical mistakes. I'll point some out, if you don't mind.

Many missing spaces between words.
Chapter 1, paragraph 1: 'rein' where 'reign' is appropriate.
Ace responding to the butler: 'all-do respect' where 'all due respect' is appropriate.

“Yes, he did. I prefer The Iliad to The Odyssey, though.”
with 'though' not in italics.

I'm also quite confused as to when exactly all this plays, probably because you don't describe the places the scenes take place in. Not that that's inherently bad, but it left me confused. The mentioning of Homer, too, confused me. This narrows the setting down to our own Earth, High Fantasy being out of the question, and somewhere after the 15th century, given that Ace can read Latin.

I have a minor dislike for the name of Ace when used as a protagonist. Would a poor man really call his son 'Ace', 'the number one, the best'? If he was born as a crown prince it'd have made sense.

First of all, the grammatical mistakes as far as the spacing goes...that was a problem with the copying. I posted it before I realized that it had happened. When I copied it, many of the words ran together. I tried to fix it as best I can.
I will certainly try to repair those errors.
And as per the time...I wanted to create the scene, rather than a date, so that I wouldn't be in trouble for using anachronisms. So, if you figure...most people would think of castles in a renaissance-type of story (1420 - 1600), but if you think about it...anyone in today's society can read the Illiad or the Odyssey, or speak Latin if they learned. So, doing it in this manner, you can sort of...use your imagination?

As far as the name goes, you say that a poor father wouldn't name his son a name of such pride and stature? I find that inaccurate. If you recall from the story, Ace and his father had a very good relationship before he saw his father as "corrupt" by the politics of being King. So, it's fairly safe to assume that his father loved Ace very much, and wanted much more for him than the life of a lowly peasant. And also, Ace was very intelligent and quick on his feet...had he not fallen into being a prince, it's an okay bet to think that he may have done something important with his life, making him worthy of the name. So, King Seroxin gave Ace his name as a goal to work towards, more or less...rather than the last name of "Mikala". Usually you would hear "You're a Mikala...don't give up." Or something to that effect...the name "Mikala" really has no stature before the Oreilah...so Seroxin gives Ace pride and hope in his first name.

RedSky
April 18th, 2012, 07:46 PM
The grammar is quite bad as far as I can tell, but the story is very intriguing and I think you should continue