The Last King of Rodeousvale: Chapter 5 – 8


 

WARNING: this is a story written by my 11 year old self. Please do not criticize the illogical events and the horrible grammar. I know she tried her best – sincerely, 4 years later.


WARNING: DO NOT read this if you have an interest in reading my Chanyeol and Kris fanfiction “Bloodline.” You might be spoiled even though Bloodline was slightly altered.


Chapter 5: Mad twins

     The next morning, mail came, I opened it read it.

     “Yesterday, Gibbenrous Rebleyat Royalletous, the third son of our king died. It was no murder, it just happens so that Mr. Gibb had been plotting to kill Mathew, his brother and his father. Thanks to our prince Mathew who has acted as fast as he could to report to the police station. But Mr. Riddstern, the head of the police station, was only to plan to lock Mr. Gibb in prison. His own father was furious and commanded that his head would be cut. I guess we are to have a queen then? – Tolenstine D. Jigstourne”

     I went to our very enormous kitchen to fetch some breakfast. As I walked in, I saw my father; he hugged me and said, “My son, what would you like for breakfast? Egg with bacon, cereal, anything! We have all the food you want here!” “No no, I’m good father; I just needed some coffee and bread.” As I was about to get the bread he said, “My son just relax and have a good time. Here, here’s the bread and coffee.” “Father,” I answered. “Why are you treating me like this?” “Well, you have been very honest to me these months. And if twins will die, you shall be my next king.” I looked at him and continued eating.

     Meanwhile, I read the article again. It said that one of the walls of Rodeousvale fell to the ground. The city was falling apart for it has lived 200 years. Still they say that the walls they had built were not strong enough to stand longer, so is the buildings. Only the palace was strong enough to stand for the next year.

     At my room, I heard a knock from my door, it was Janiel. I opened the door and asked her, “What are you doing here?” “Me?” she answered. “Gibb told me everything what he saw before he died. It includes you. He said that you killed Matt. Now, tell me the truth or I will tell the people that you have stolen diamonds for the diamond shop.” She replied. “What? Why would I want diamonds? I’m a man not a woman.” “Men can use diamonds for their beloved people you know. In fact, I have heard that you loved someone from London. So tell me the truth or I will let them put you on the article.” “Fine, I’ll tell you, but you must not tell it to anyone.” I told her my secret. She gasped and went out of my room. I looked to where she was going to make sure that she was not going to say it to anyone. Of course I’m not yet going to tell you the secret that should be spoken later on.

     Later at midnight, I peeked to Janiel and Daniel’s room. I was hearing things which I didn’t like. She was telling Daniel about my secret; Daniel though didn’t want to trust Janiel for Janiel often lies to him. He said that it was the most pathetic thing he has ever heard. Early next morning, I heard Janiel scream so loud that I just had to get up. I ran to the twin’s room and saw Daniel, holding a gun towards Janiel. Daniel lowered the gun shaking and said,

     “Brother, please don’t say this to our father, we just had a rough night, we haven’t slept and-this was all Janiel’s fault! She made me too furious!”

     “Me?” answered Janiel. “What did I do?”

     “You lied to me aver since we were kids.” He shouted “you don’t expect me to believe that Mathew killed our older brother?!”

     “It’s true! Please believe me! I’m not lying this time!”

     “Mathew, is this true? That you are the one who killed my brothers?” “No!” I replied. “Why would I kill my brothers? It was Gibb who killed them!”

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The Last King of Rodeousvale: Chapter 1 – 4


WARNING: this is a story written by my 11 year old self. Please do not criticize the illogical events and the horrible grammar. I know she tried her best – sincerely, 4 years later.


WARNING: DO NOT read this if you have an interest in reading my Key and Kris fanfiction “Bloodline.” You might be spoiled even though Bloodline was slightly altered.


Chapter 1: The First strike

     There was big city called Rodeousvale. You may best been into wondering if Rodeousvale ever existed, well it did…fifty years ago. Rodeousvale was a very powerful city. It was a small town when it started. When it was just a small town, all of the people were nice to each other; everything then was like a garden filled with humming birds sitting on top of a tree. But now, the powerful city, England, had made very strict rules to the small and peaceful town. The people then began to protest and lost their nice attitude. It was a very big and powerful city that many people in that place even want it to be a country and be separated from England. The people in England hated Rodeousvale for a very long time. Rodeousvale have some buildings that have the same building over and over.

     Let me tell you something about me. My name is Matheous H. Dawson. I am one of the princes of Rodeousvale, sixth child in my family. Let me tell you a story that happened to me when my name was still Mathew Dawson H. Royalletous and why it was changed – when I was only twenty four years old. I can still remember all of the conversations and everything that happened. Although I don’t really remember what month it started.

     I was in my room. It started when I was twenty- six years of age. The storm was pouring down strong winds and raindrops. I was lying on my royal bed thinking of many wild things, and then the article flew in to my window. I opened it and looked at it. It says,

“Jackenrous Royalletous, the king’s first born, was found in a dark path, lying down dead. We figured out that he has been killed yesterday by an unknown killer. We are to investigate with all our might. Mr. Riddstern, the head of the police station, sent out all our best investigators and police officers to solve this shocking crime. This article is to be sent out to every house in England. – Tolenstine D. Jigstourne”

     My father was sad and angry when he found out that his first ever son has been killed. He was so angry and was so sad that he took off his royal robe and threw it on the ground. He even almost broke his precious crown.

     My friend arrived at my room. He was named Colt. His hair was quite a little curly which is long, a blonde brown hair, not very long. He said to me with a very quick accent that I can’t properly understand what he was saying.

     “Mathew my friend, have you heard that your brother Jackenrous has been killed yesterday night?”

     “Indeed, I am his brother.”

     “Your brother was a great man. Surely if he was king, he’d be ending the war between England and Rodeousvale!”

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