The Mysterious Muse

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

"The Mysterious Muse"

Written by: TheMostGinger

 

The mystery maiden, as painted by Duck, circa 1564

 

Duck had lived in Felsen all of his life, and had studied every single creature that entered it's gates. He had painted everything from the highest of nobles to the lowest of peasants, high elves and war-craving orcs. The drab interior of his cramped cottage was constantly covered in his latest sketches and oil paintings, some vast landscapes even covering the very windows you might see those kinds of sights from. At the moment, Duck was leaning over his desk, the wax of his candles almost completely dissolved. He had a small sketchbook laid flat before him, whilst a stick of lead was being rolled between his fingers. He sat straight, staring out of the only uncovered window that faced the Imperial Palace of Anapalais. He rubbed his eye with his free hand, yawning and rolling both of his feet around. He watched as the sun began to rise over the Emperor's home, and it was then he noticed a small lantern being lit as a figure emerged from the front gates. He leaned forward in his chair, squinting to be sure it was who he had been waiting for. From afar, he made out the shape of a young woman, hooded, and carrying a small, iron lantern. Looking about, the woman quickly walked down the retreating path away from the palace, stopping at the end of the bridge. "My maiden. My muse, you have arrived again, at last." Duck began sketching out the great shape of the keep itself, and then marked exactly where he wanted the maiden to be in his latest drawing of her.

 

He had been studying her for weeks, since the first morning he noticed her leaving the palace before dawn some moons ago. The young woman, constantly hooded, would always leave the palace two days before the end of the Saint's Week, and return the second day of the new week. He had become obsessed after a while of watching closely, intrigued by the mysterious woman whom seemed to float about like a bird in the night. Duck had sketches of the woman, in her hood, all over his walls now, some often having different faces as he could only imagine what she truly looked like.

 

Duck watched the figure as she bent down, like always, and slowly crept down the small cliff that led down to the river. One night, he had decided to follow her, and discovered that a rowboat was docked just out of sight under the bridge's support column, to which she would get in and slowly row herself down the calm waterway. Tonight, he stood just enough to see her row out of sight as the sun rose higher into the sky. "I will see you again, my muse," Duck whispered, sitting back down to continue the beginnings of his sketch. In a way, Duck hoped he was slowly drawing the pictures of a unraveling story, but he simply assumed she was on business of the Palace, a Imperial spy perhaps, and needed to remain unchecked. However, Duck could only see her as his mysterious muse, the idol and center of his art...and his heart.

 

(OOC:)

Thanks for reading! Just a little story I thought I would write, a unknown admirer admiring his mysterious beauty. Please leave feedback, I do enjoy it when you guys respond!

On to the next story! ^__^

 

 

[garentoft 9265]

good story

[Papy 127]

wow really good writing, gj