Deja Vu AscendancyChapter 50 The Ceremony
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The Ceremony
By Morpheus
Bright sunlight gleamed from the golden spires that
pierced the heavens from atop of the palace. The rest of
the palace was highlighted by the very same light, giving
clear view of the many marble arches and staircases, as
well as the intricate artwork and statuary which provided
decoration. This beautiful palace was the centerpiece of
Callwen, capital city for the kingdom of Dwyllar.
Dwyllar was a small kingdom, though both a peaceful
and a prosperous one. This was due in no small part to a
long line of kind and fair rulers. The kingdom and all of
its people had done well under them.
Princess Traella hurried across the palace, her honey
colored hair seeming to glow as the sunlight from the
windows hit it. She wore a long blue dress which seemed to
shimmer as she walked, revealing her shapely feminine
curves.
The 17 year old princess absently rubbed at the
golden chain around her waist as she walked, the only piece
of jewelry which she wore, which was according to tradition
for that day. The chain symbolized her royal status... and
that she was chained to her royal duty. Wearing a chain was
tradition for the royal family, especially on that day, but
adopted as a fashion statement by many of the nobles.
Traella frowned as she walked, feeling somewhat
nervous about the upcoming ceremony. It was the Norian
ceremony... undertaken by all those who would one day rule
the kingdom. However, Traella had little idea of what the
ceremony would actually entail. None of those few who knew
would tell her, and all her mother would say was, "The
ceremony is never easy... though it is necessary."
Then she stopped, staring out through the window at
the people wandering about below. They were peasants...
allowed within the boundaries of the palace by long
tradition, though Traella did not see why.
"When I am queen," she told herself smugly, "I shall
abolish that rule..."
She did not see why such people had to be allowed
within the palace, unless of course they were the servants.
Traella frowned, thinking that her mother was always too
generous to their kind, not only allowing them access to
the palace but feeding the poor and hungry. Traella knew
that this only discouraged them from looking for work,
though her mother would never accept this fact.
"Another thing I shall abolish," Traella mused.
Traella saw no reason why her mother coddled those
people so. It wasn't like they were wealthy or nobles. It
wasn't like they actually mattered. Of course, her mother
had always tried telling Traella that she should try
understanding things from their points of view, though
Traella laughed that off as a folly.
Then Traella remembered she had been doing, turning
away from the window and continuing down the hall. She
cared little if she was late for the ceremony, even if her
mother and the Order would be displeased. After all, she
was a princess and could set her own timing.
Several minutes later, Traella arrived at the hall...
a ritual chamber that had always been used for performing
the Norian ceremony... and for little else. She stepped
inside and looked around, seeing that it was a decent sized
though empty room, save for the statues of two deities upon
opposing walls. There were strange symbols and pictures
decorating the floor, though they mattered little to the
princess.
Of course, Traella could not miss the fact that the
others were in the room waiting. Her mother, Queen Chaelene
stood off to the side, her clothing fairly simple for one
of her position. And for some reason, Traella noticed that
her mother seemed somewhat sad. Beside the Queen stood 5
members of the Order.
The Order were a group of men and women who served
the kingdom as clerics, advisors, teachers... and many
believed even mages. Traella doubted that last though as
she had never seen any member of the Order perform the
slightest magic... only talk a lot.
"You are late," one member of the Order stated.
He was an older man, with a well trimmed gray beard.
The man was wearing the usual white and red robes which
marked a member of the Order. And he was not unfamiliar to
the princess. Traella immediately recognized Jornam... one
of the most senior members of the Order and her mother's
favorite advisor.
"That is none of your concern," Traella pointed out,
feeling annoyed that he dare question her. After all, she
was a princess and one day fated to be queen.
"Traella," her mother snapped warningly.
Traella rolled her eyes, expecting another lecture on
why she should always be polite to everyone... regardless
of their station or even lack of such.
Jornam gave her a careful look, then announced, "Let
us begin..."
"Very well," Traella sighed in annoyance, "As no one
would tell me before hand what is to happen, how do we do
that?"
The members of the Order started to move around, each
taking a place atop a symbol etched into the floor of the
hall. Then Jornam gestured for her to stand within a circle
of gold, positioning her so that she was facing an
identical circle of gold a short distance away.
Traella frowned, wondering what was going to happen
in this ceremony. She looked at her mother, who was
frowning, looking almost as though she were going to cry.
"I am sorry," Queen Chaelene started, glancing over
at Jornam who was giving her a warning look.
Just then, a second door opened in the back of the
hall and two more members of the Order entered, each of
them holding the arm of a boy her own age and guiding him
along... almost against his will. From his clothes, he was
obviously a peasant boy, which surprised Traella as she
could not understand why he was present for the Norian
ceremony. And from the look of confusion on his face,
neither could he.
"As it has been for each ruler," Jornam announced
loudly, "So it shall be now."
The boy was placed in the second gold circle across
from Traella, then men who'd been holding him stepped back,
just as Jornam and the other members of the Order started
to chant. It was a strange sound, almost melodic and making
Traella think that it might go well with music. However,
she doubted that it was meant to be a song.
Traella gasped as the golden circle around her began
to glow with a strange golden light... as did the other
circle which contained the boy. It took a moment more for
her to realize that the circles weren't the only things
glowing. Some of the symbols spread across the floor were
glowing too, as well as the eyes of the two statues.
Suddenly, the princess could feel something pulling
on her. It was almost like invisible hands gently tugging
on her... but not on her body. On her very essences. Then
her body started to feel more and more distant, as though
she was being drawn out and away from it. And at the same
time, she could sense another presence moving past her.
For a long minute, Princess Traella stood as
motionless as the statues... and as silent as a new essence
slowly filled her vacant body. Then, her body finally
blinked, feeling strange and confused. She stared across
the hall... at a boy who looked exactly like she did.
"What..." Karim gasped in confusion.
Karim just stared across at the boy... himself in
confusion, wondering what was going on. He was just a baker
and had been working on his loaves when those people from
the Order came and forced him to go with them. Or at least
strongly suggested that he do so, which was nearly the same
thing.
Then Karim slowly looked down at himself, already
sensing the differences in his body but still being
unprepared for the sight that awaited him. In an instant,
he recognized the dress as the very same one that the
princess had been wearing, though that was nothing beside
the shock as he recognized not only her dress... but her
body.
Though Karim was stunned by the fact that he had
obviously somehow been transformed into Princess Traella...
somehow transformed by the Order, he was almost as startled
to realize that he didn't feel nearly as uncomfortable in
that body as he would have expected. It was unfamiliar, yet
at the same time, it somehow felt... right. It felt
comfortable.
After a moment, Karim looked back at the boy... at
his own body which was standing there in stunned silence,
looking down at himself. Then Karim looked around the room
again, seeing that all of the people from the Order were
beginning to back off, except for the old guy with the
beard who was obviously their leader.
A second later however, Karim's eyes fell on the
beautiful... and familiar woman who was standing off to the
side with a strange look on her face. She was Queen
Chaelene... which suddenly made him gulp nervously,
wondering if he was going to be in serious trouble for
daring to be inside the princesses body, even if not his
choice.
But at the same time, Karim remembered that she was a
kind woman, always trying to be fair and understanding. He
remembered her telling him just that morning that he had to
always treat every person... even every peasant as though
they were important to the welfare of the kingdom.
Karim was surprised by that memory though as he had
never before met Queen Chaelene. But that was followed by
the realization that he could remember other things that
he'd never done... things that he'd never lived. It was as
though he now possessed Princess Traella's memories, as
well as her body.
"What is going on?" Karim finally brought himself to
ask, staring first at his queen... which a small part of
him now thought of as mother, then at the old man whose
name he now knew to be Jornam.
"I am sorry my child," Queen Chaelene gently told
Karim, her eyes moist with tears. Then she looked at
Karim's real body, "I know how difficult this is for you
both, but it is necessary for Dwyllar."
"My body," the person in Karim's body demanded, "Give
me back my body!"
"That can not be done," Jornam stated grimly, "Even
if we wished to do so. The Ceremony of Norian is
irreversible."
Karim was confused, especially as he how remembered
that every heir to the Dwyllar throne had to undergo it. He
blinked, feeling strangely calm about the situation as he
asked, "Why..."
Jornam frowned, looking first at Karim, then the true
princess who now occupied his body. "Two hundred years
ago," he started off, "Dwyllar was a kingdom at the
precipice of destruction. It was a kingdom in chaos."
"King Larndowar ruled with an iron fist," another
member of the Order stated, "Nor was he the first to do
so." He went silent as Jornam gave him a warning look.
There were many bad rulers," Jornam continued,
"Rulers who only cared for their own wealth and power.
Rulers who were arrogant and thought themselves superior to
those they ruled. They were so removed from the people of
Dwyllar that they thought the people as mere recourses for
their own gains. The citizens were overtaxed, laws were
harsh and unfair and petty wars were fought at the cost of
countless lives."
Jornam paused, giving a long moment of silence as
they absorbed what he had told them. Once he was sure that
they had, he went on with his story.
"Dwyllar was on the verge of tearing itself asunder,"
Jornam explained, "So the Norian was created. The Order
searches for a commoner who is hard working and fair, among
other things. Their soul is then traded with that of the
heir."
"Then you..." the old Traella gasped at Queen
Chaelene, who gave a nod.
"Such is the tradition with all who would be rulers,"
Queen Chaelene sighed, looking slightly uncomfortable with
the subject.
"One who truly understands the people, their lives
and what they need makes for a much better ruler," Jornam
explained, "A ruler who has family and those they care for
among the people will not tax them unfairly. Will not
create harsh and cruel laws. Will not start petty wars for
their own greed and vanity, sending thousands to die for
it." Then he paused, looking at Queen Chaelene.
"And a queen will do anything to keep her people
happy and prosperous," Queen Chaelene added sadly, "when
she knows that one day her own child will be among them."
"The Norian is not easy for either of those
involved," Jornam sighed, "Yet it is necessary for the
continued peace and prosperity of Dwyllar."
Karim was completely overwhelmed by all that had
happened to him, and the sudden realization that they were
talking about him. That he was the one who was supposed to
one day become the new ruler of Dwyllar... whether he
wanted to or not.
"What about ME?" the former Princess Traella
demanded.
Queen Chaelene looked very sad, though Jornam put a
gentle hand on her shoulder. "You are free to go... to
choose your own path in life. However, the path as queen
has obviously been closed." Queen Chaelene couldn't even
look at the boy who had previously been her daughter.
Jornam moved closer to the boy, "You may go and live
the life of a baker. Some in your position still feel bound
by the chains of duty and choose to join the Order. That is
entirely your choice. Whatever you choose, you shall have
access to the palace and receive a stipend for the rest of
your life."
Then Jornam and Queen Chaelene shared a look, both
knowing that it was not unheard of for those who underwent
the Norian ceremony together to become friends... or even
spouses.
While the boy who had once been Princess Traella
gasped in shock, the new Princess Traella stood there
nervously, wondering what was going to come of her. Of
course, it had already been explained that she was now the
princess... that she was expected to one day rule Dwyllar.
But what else was to come of her life... her old family?
Almost as if sensing the new princess's thoughts,
Queen Chaelene came towards her and whispered, "I know how
difficult this is for you. But you must remember, all of
Dwyllar is your family now... This is all for the good of
our kingdom." And then the queen, her new mother slipped a
thin golden chain around her neck, "You are now bound by
chains of duty..."
There were several minutes of silence as Princess
Traella and Karim both absorbed what had suddenly happened
to them. It seemed so unbelievable, yet it had happened and
both of their lives would be irreversibly altered because
of it.
Traella and Karim stared at each in an uncomfortable
silence, with the former Karim feeling guilty, though it
was the Order's doing, not hers. But then, Jornam made a
gesture to the other members of the Order before turning
and walking out the door that they had brought Karim in
through. The remaining members of the Order bowed to the
queen before 'escorting' the new Karim out as well, leaving
Princess Traella and Queen Chaelene alone.
For nearly a minute, Princess Traella and Queen
Chaelene watched each other, each aware of the strange
position they now found themselves in. Then the queen
gently put her arm around her new daughter's shoulders.
"I remember what it was like after my ceremony,"
Queen Chaelene told her with a gentle sigh. Then as she led
the new princess from the room, she added, "Come with me
dear and I will help you adjust... and explain what duties
will be expected of you in your new role as royal heir..."
THE END
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