27 July 2012
Cliché #1: "Do you believe you are ready to take the thrown?" Shakes head, "No, I'm just a boy, I'm nothing special." "And that is precisely why the thrown is yours."
Notes: Okay, that ending is sweet and all but imagine someone realizing what they're 'supposed' to say and being a complete tyrant? Anyway, here's my rendition.
#1: Abraham walked solemnly up to the young war hero, who looked up at him slightly. The stern older man nodded to him, "The council would like to see you." Phen nodded. He'd been expecting this after all. He followed Abraham into the meeting room. Inside were the remaining six council members who all looked him over closely. Ninkan, one of the only female members pursed her lips. "Syndran needs a king." "I am aware of that councilwoman." Phen murmured in a carrying voice. Hethern, a grisly older man, leaned forward with beady eyes. "Think you'd be the best choice do you?" Phen scowled, "Yea I think so." There was an outbreak of muttering and he held up his hand. "I'm fully aware that you expected me to say no, or recommend someone else but quite frankly, that's not what I think and saying it would make me little better than Malakai. I accept that I am a child, and that there are others more suited to the role than I, but I am not going to deny that I want the thrown; I would be foolish not to when I can do such good from that position." Ninkan leaned back and laughed slightly. "I knew you were a good choice."
Cliché Chronicles 1 • Opuss № I