Part 2 - "Madeleine Who Has a Twin"

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At Felix's old group home, the one in the countryside with all the orphans from the war, the one with grapevines and olive trees and too many children, there was a girl called Madeleine.

There were actually two girls–Madeleine, and Adelaide.

Madeleine had dark brown hair, and squinty blue eyes, and a cheerful smile.

Adelaide had dark brown hair, and squinty blue eyes, and a cheerful smile.

She was Madeleine's twin, and they were best friends forever. At least that was what Madeleine said, to Felix, when he'd only been seven, and she had been eight.

And Felix didn't know how he knew. But maybe it was the way that Madeleine could never find Adelaide when they needed both of them, or the way that Adelaide seemed to turn up whenever a lamp broke, but Felix somehow knew that maybe, just maybe–

Madeleine was lying.

People did that sometimes.

You know, lie.

Madeleine who has a twin, was nice to Felix.

Now that was a lie. Unlucky, that.

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Part 3 - "At home, Felix is scared of dogs"

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Felix lived at home until he was five, and then only visited once more when he was seventeen.

Did they even remember him?

It was a bit unlucky, a bit unfortunate, that Felix had been born in that household.

For all his double-side-up dice and perfect flush card hands, he couldn't change anything about home.

Home was a small cottage, overgrown with roses and lavender, moss and calendulas. Home had blue smoke, and five kids minus one, and two dogs, and only a father, and fried fish.

Felix would always say he was a wanderer, an adventurer, but maybe he was only pretending, because he didn't really have a home he could return to.

The two dogs would always steal the fried fish, take it right off of Felix's plate. Because he was the youngest, and because he'd always been the timid one. You wouldn't guess that now.

One was named Little Black, and the other was Little White, but both of them were gray. Unlucky to have grown so old, and unfortunate to have had the wrong names.

They yapped, and bit, and were nice to everyone but Felix.

Felix, who always had to clean up the dishes, and prune the flowers that nobody took the time to smell, and gut the fish–because he was the youngest, because everyone else had grown out of it. Who sat in the living room, steadily decaying, and arranged the empty bottles in a way that took up less space, and waited for his father to come back  from town.

Felix was only ever scared of two things in his life.

Dogs.

And fathers.

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Feedback is appreciated! 

Part 4 - "Flowers that are white" 

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Anise was nice, but Felix had only ever known her for a week.

They had been best friends until Tuesday, because that was when Felix had left for the Decoy Forest.

He had met her, in a field full of white flowers, like a valley of wedding bouquets. But the flowers dripped sap that burned Felix's skin, and poisoned minds.

On Friday, he'd met her family, and she'd been the oldest, picking flowers that were white from sunup until sundown. It was funny, that Felix was the youngest, and yet he was older than her.

On Saturday, they'd went out into town, and took on the world, setting the flowers that were white on fire.

On Sunday, they'd gotten caught, and hid in church.

It felt like the whole town had been in church, and they'd hidden there–because if there was any building that the army wouldn't raze to the ground, it was the church. The church was only a chapel, of wood and stone, but it reached towards the sky in spires of reverence, and saintly carvings stretched out their hands in high-up alcoves.

But maybe there was no god, because the bird-of-war-badged soldiers had entered, unluckily enough, and Felix and Anise ran.

On Monday, Anise went back to the valley of flowers that were white.

To pick them. Not to burn them.

Felix didn't know what happened on Tuesday, because he'd left the flowers that were white behind, for good. Or so he hoped. 

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Part 5 - "Adventure"

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Adventure was different from everything else. Adventure ran through your veins, pumping with the high of adrenaline, fast and burning up like a white-hot fire. It was better than anything.

Felix loved adventure. It was what gave him life. It was what drove him across Kyngdom, across the borders and peaks that nobody else would climb, because they just didn't understand.

You could never have too much of it.

But now, as Felix stared at the fires burning the fields and acres and valleys and mountains of flowers that were white, started maybe by the hands of soldiers, or by the hands of plain people, or by Anise, he couldn't breathe.

Sometimes the white-hot fire of adventure burned too high.

And what was consumed by fire, could never come back. 

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And that concludes Felix's story! I'm working on Bianca next :) 

I don't really have too much in the way of feedback, but I wanted you to know that I absolutely love reading these. Tbh Felix is one of my favorite characters on Kyngdom. I don't post very often anymore but I do check Kyngdom just about every day and its wonderful to see you posting. These are great--I'm excited to read about Bianca!

Veritas - The story of Bianca

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Part 1 - "Hate"

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Bianca didn't hate a lot of things, but she particularly despised a few.

People, for one. She didn't hate them, per say, but she didn't particularly care for them either. People were too confusing, what with their lies and half-truths, and everything was just so much more messy with emotions involved. Emotions twisted things around, warped clear sight, made things complicated. Bianca didn't like complications. She liked things plain and simple.

Another thing she hated were lies. Though she supposed that was just another trait of humanity. Everyone lied. Even Bianca lied when she was younger, and she still lied now, because she was a hypocrite. Maybe she hated herself as well.

The third, and last thing she hated, was government officials.

A bit of a let-down, from the other two things, but Bianca wasn't at Windsor academy for drama. She was there to find the truth, and so she had said, very loudly.

She'd scared everyone off, except for Isabela.

Bianca wouldn't really admit that Isabela was her friend. Isabela was sunny, optimistic to the point of idiocy at times, and someone who believed in fairy tales. Her life's ambition was to be swept off her feet by a prince charming, and Bianca just didn't think that was possible.

But Isabela was also kind, and helpful with homework, and someone who made hot chocolate on rainy days, two cups, for both of them.

Bianca used to hate people. But when she just met someone that just–kind of clicked with her, maybe she didn't hate all of them.

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Bianca's turn! She's only going to have three parts, but they'll be longer than Felix's :).

http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/kyngdom-new/node/196649?page=10...

^ There's the page where her character sheet is on, if you'd like to read it. 

ooh, this should help revive Kyngdom~