The  recent arguement over ideas has made me think. Made me think if I
should post this because it is original. But then I thought it would sit
and rot in my computer forever, or at least for five years before I'm an
adult. Therefore I post this story in hopes that someone will read it,
comment on it, and tell me what I need to work on.

DIFFERENT: Unlike all my other storys this one is not dark. It's my
first non dark story so tell me how it is.
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                                Part one of, Beguile.

    This is the continent of Almeir. It is a land torn by war and
despair. The whole area is separated into the three kingdoms of, Remen,
Armel and Teln.
    Remen is a small, rich country that revolves around trade. Their
army is mediocre at best but they are the masters of control and
manipulation. But that came at a price. The people don�t think very
highly of the government, but it hasn�t become as bad as the situation
at Teln. Their king is an old man named, Moraner Drel.
    Armel is a country of proud warriors who have great military
strength. They rule their country with an iron fist and demand strict
discipline for any wrong doing. They live in a large country which is
rich in resources. It is ruled by a King named, Youlem Montair.
    And last of all is the very small country of Teln. They are poor,
hungry and hold almost no military strength. The people in this country
are suffering so much that various, anti-government groups have started
to overthrow the government. But have no due to fighting amongst the
groups. Teln is ruled by the young king named, Sainmer Horim.
    The two countries of Armel and Remen are near war, tensions have
risen and it seems that a massive war is just over the horizon.......
    I scribbled down some words on the parchment and then frowned,
ripping it apart. I liked keeping a journal so the past will look right.
Time distorts everything so it�s best to write down what happens, when
it happens.
    It was hard to write in this dim light though, almost nothing could
be seen. The one candle in this room was burning out. The white stick
was almost melted and the wick was almost burnt to a crisp. But it still
burned, and there was no real need for light, it was not like I was
scared of the dark. But the shadows were eerie, has they moved back and
forth due to the flickering light.
    I looked all around at the pale brown brick walls. There was nothing
else really here except the old wood desk I wrote on and the oak cabinet
at the end of this small room which had ink and pieces of parchment on
it. The room didn�t seem exquisite enough for a king like me, but it was
the only place I could have privacy. Every other room in this castle had
eyes and ears, listening to everything I said. Watching everything I did
or wrote. No one could be trusted in these fragile times, no one.
    Then a knock came at the door behind me. I turned my rotting chair
around to look at the old door which was almost falling of its hinges.
Whoever was disturbing me would pay dearly for this. �Who�s bothering
me? If it�s not important then go away!�
    I was frustrated with all these people wanting to see me or talk to
me, using false words and mask like smiles. They were all actors putting
on a dazzling performance to try to win themselves into my good graces.
To try to become the next king, or to obtain power and wealth. It seemed
I was an object to throw around. From one person to the next they wanted
to control me like a puppet but I wouldn�t let them.
    I heard a voice coming from outside the door. �You�re majesty. I
have information on the Teln situation that you would like to hear.�
    I sighed, it was my advisor Asmor. The man was a nuisance and a
politician at heart. He could manipulate everyone and everything if he
tried, a puppet master. You had to keep your guard up around him or he
would talk you into doing something for his own personal gain.�Fine come
in.�
    Right before he walked in, I wiped the sweat off my face, there was
very little air in here and it was getting stuffy. I regained my look of
power and control and wiped the wrinkles out of my suit. I had to look
in control to gain the upper hand on this man. I would remove him from
his position as advisor if he wasn�t so good at manipulating my
opponent. God, now I�m sounding like someone from Remen. Manipulating
people for my own advantage. Am I as bad as my own enemy? I shook these
thoughts off before he entered, I had to focus.
    Asmor opened the door and it creaked as it slowly opened. His feet
made no noticeable sound as he walked in, it was almost like he hovered.
He quickly shut the door behind him and bowed slightly, smiling as he
did it.
    Another man trying to pull my strings like a puppet, but I wouldn�t
let this man do it. I looked at him trying to see how he felt, thinking
I could use it to my advantage in this battle. Were all conversations
supposed to be like a war? Or was it a thing that Kings just got the
pleasure of.
    He was about six foot one, a little taller then me. He had light
blue eyes and which held a terrible sinister look in them, he was like a
man from Remen. His hair was combed neatly and was rather short. It was
almost like he shaved off his blond hair, almost. He wore a long white
robe with long sleeves and a hood which he never wore. On the front of
the robe was the golden cross of Armel, the national insignia. His skin
was almost pale white and he was rather skinny with very little muscle
on him.
    I sighed silently and looked at the parchment on my desk, trying not
to look into those devious eyes. �You said you have news on Teln?�
    Asmor nodded. �Yes you majesty.� He paused for a second, waiting for
his sarcastic words to sink in. The man liked to annoy me as much as
possible. This was one of his favorite ways to annoy me. But I let it go
because I wanted to hear what he said. And then he continued.�Well the
Remen have denied another plea for military help by the Teln king.
Without Remen help the government will most likely fall into nothingness
within a month.�
    I frowned at that, wondering what the Remen were planning, there
always planning. �The Remen are playing it
safe. They don�t want to help the Teln because they would have to send
to many troops to stop the anti-government movement. They know that if
they send troops into the country then the anti-government groups would
cry out against this. Saying that the Teln government was corrupt for
asking help from the evil Remen�s to help kill their own people. All the
groups would then join forces to prevent this from happening. The people
would agree with the anti-government movement and lobby that the
government should be disposed of. The government would refuse and then a
revolt would start. With the Teln troops in shambles they would be
destroyed and the
government abolished. Then the anti-government movement would become the
government, ruling over Teln. People would follow because they want
strong leadership and purpose. This would bring even more troops to the
new Teln governments aid. Then they would wage war on the Remen. Even
though they would be outnumbered, we would enter the war. Then the Remen
would be crushed.�
    Asmor sighed and shook his head. �Isn�t that a little overelaborate?
Not everything will follow that path. Your only guessing, and even if
all that were true that might not be the Remen�s real intentions.�
    I nodded, I knew he was right. �That�s true. But if the Remen were
to help the Teln then that would all happen and you know it. Everyone is
so predictable that a pattern is easy to see. The only thing that�
certain is that the Remen do have a plan, they always do.� I paused for
a second to see the bored look on Asmor�s face. Another way of annoying
me. �Is that all you have to report?�
    Asmor shook his head. �No, your majesty.� Damn! I hate it when he
does that so much! �I also have news that one of the anti-government
factions has a leader name, Allen Torelm.�
    I looked at him in surprise. �You mean Allen Torelm has joined the
anti-government movement! I thought he was still the general of the Teln
army.�
    Asmor shook his head. �No, the man�s pretty smart. He�ll go to
whatever side is winning. He has no real loyalties.�
    I nodded and then made a hand motion for him to go. �If that�s all
you want to say then go, leave me. I still have work to do.
    Asmor bowed and left the room, closing the door behind him. I could
hear him saying a few words as he left. �Good bye, your majesty.�
    I sighed and slumped down in my chair. The best thing about that
conversation was the air that Asmor let in. But the second best thing
was  that he didn�t catch me in this game of cat and mouse. I really
think I should execute him, but it�s not time yet. I wish I could kill
him now, he is so annoying. But I will wait until both the Teln and the
Remen are gone before I make my move.
    I then picked up my quill feather and dipped it into the ink. I then
continued to scribble down what happened today.......
    �You turned down the request for military help again? Maybe you
should accept this time.� Said a black figure.
    �No, that will be playing into the Armel�s hands. But I have a
plan.� Said another black figure.
    �Yes your lordship.� Then one figure left the lightless room,
leaving the other man in the cold darkness.
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