All that Glitters is Gold, Updated September 30.

[MizzElo]

Back on the BB I made a couple of attempts to write fanfics. They usually ended with me forgetting about them, but that is a habit I am going to whack in the head with a base ball bat and hope to kill while doing so... Also, pretty much every single fic I have written (including quite a few good ones, might I add) got deleted when one day, my computer decided to crash... But now is a new age! And here it is, for all to behold – My first fic since the Great Crash of ’05!



Prologue
Antony’s life had been planned from beginning to end. Always being told what to do and what not to do was never the life he wanted, but he had no choice. He wasn’t just anyone, this man. Far from it.
Antony III, Son of the King. Heir of the Throne of England. With such a future to look forward to, his entire childhood had consisted of preparing for it. By now he had become a fine horseman, skilled in arms and tongues. And he had recently gotten engaged to a Lady of finest sort.
Knowing his days of Power would soon arrive, Antony spent every occasion he could to be free.. As far as free goes.

Lia didn’t have what you call a ’healthy childhood’. Going through half the pains she lived through was more than anyone should ever deserve. Even the most heroic man would eventually crumble in her feet. But something kept her going. No one knew what, not even her.
She had no name. Few slaves were granted that gift. The few friends she had called her Lia. It seemed to fit her somehow. She had no family. At least not that anyone knew of. All she could remember was being sold from one person to the next.
Now that she was turning into a young woman, her work was harder. The men wanted more. I’m guessing you can imagine what. A beautiful girl with no rights.. But Lia was a lot stronger than she seemed. There were certain things she simply wouldn’t give up. Of course, this didn’t please her masters very well, and she got many a beating due to it.

Simon had never respected the law. It had been written by rich fools who wanted more for themselves. He had on several occasions tasted their wrath, and had many a mark to prove it. Truth be told, Simon had many marks to prove a great deal of things. On his right arm for instance, a ‘P’ had been burnt into his skin.
Aye, Simon was a pirate. And a damn good one as well. He had been plundering ships and villages for nearly 5 years now. His family had cast him aside, they wanted nothing to do with his sort. Simon didn’t mind, he had never felt at home on land anyway. Now he had no reason to stay there.
Being on the Good Side of your Captain is always handy when you’re a pirate. Gets you better jobs, and you won’t have to worry about having to scrub the deck or fix the sails. Simon was perfectly planted on the Captain’s Good Side, and his main job was to sail the ship, and prepare cannons. That sort of things. He was on the way to the top, this one..

Lyra had always been a hard working girl. Knowing the better she worked, the more gold she’d bring back home. She had a fine job as well. No one was to complain about that. A maid she was. But not just any maid – she worked directly for the Prince of England.
Sure, he wasn’t the easiest to work for when his father was present, but have him alone, and he’d treat you like royalty. Lyra had always been someone he had felt he could trust, and he had told her many secrets, and looked at her as a very good friend. That is, at least he did before he got engaged. Now, he rarely noticed Lyra entering the room, and when he did, he wouldn’t speak with her unless it was to give her orders.
Lyra’s work was no longer as great as it once was, her work load had increased sufficiently now that Lady Victoria was living there as well, and she didn’t seem to earn as much as she used to.

Lee had never known any other way of living, and he knew he never would. He was nothing. He had no value, and he knew. Why he hadn’t given up, he didn’t know. Why he hadn’t crumbled? Why hadn’t he just ended it all?
Having no reason to live, no family to protect or even a will to survive, it was unbelievable he was still alive.. At least he had been granted a name. Maybe that gave him hope somehow? A slave wasn’t usually granted a name, yet he was.
He didn’t know his doom was quickly approaching. He didn’t know that at this very moment, people were getting ready for his execution. He didn’t know he was to be killed merely for the fun of it. He just didn’t know. Maybe that was for the best..

Dylan was no ordinary girl. She always knew what she wanted, and she always got it. Stubborn, witty and cruel, some would say, she was one of the few women to cruise the seven seas as a pirate.
Never had she been caught either. She was too good. She always seemed to slip through everybody’s fingers and disappear. But, of course, being a female pirate has it’s drawbacks. By some reason you will just never get the respect you deserve when you’re a woman. And men will always think they can have you.. How thoroughly wrong they can be...
Dylan came from a long line of pirates – her father had been one, his father before that and so on. However good a pirate Dylan was there was always something dragging her towards land. She was a great pirate, and she loved being a pirate, yet there was something inside her that wanted out. Wanted to be normal.

Duncan made a good living. He wasn’t rich, but he couldn’t complain at what he did have. He was set to be married in a few weeks. He had no desire to spend his life with that woman, but his sister was a great support.
A blacksmith isn’t looked upon with great respect, but does make rather good connections. Duncan happened to be a brilliant blacksmith, his swords were famous all over the country. As his father had passed away a few years back, Duncan was the one the family had to rely on to get money. Not that his mother and sister didn’t try themselves, but the real money come in a man’s work.
He didn’t have much time off. Several days a week he worked for more than 24 hours straight. Especially now, he was kept busy. There were rumours of war, and that calls for good swords. The best swords. And the best were to be found at Duncan’s. No exceptions
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[~*~Tina~*~]

wow!!! that's a realy cool start

can't wait for more

Tina xxx
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[lyra]

Luuuurvley start babe
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[*Joana_Ryan*]

nice start!
i bet u got some ideas from POTC... hehe
more soon
big kiss n take crae
luv
Joana xXx
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[MizzElo]

Thanks people Appreciate it Will add soon enough
Joana - Now what makes you think that?
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[*Joana_Ryan*]

[MizzElo]

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[~*~Tina~*~]

[MizzElo]

And the update:

Chapter 1
“Dinner’s ready, Duncan!” Lyra stood in the doorway. Her sandy blonde hair had been tied into a simple ponytail to keep it out of her eyes.
“I’m busy, Lyra, I will come when I’m done,” Duncan hardly glanced at her, giving all his attention to his work. Lyra looked worried. At this rate, he’d be working himself to death.
“I know you don’t seem to think so, but even you need to eat now and then,” Duncan threw the sword he had just finished over at a pile of others just like it. He seemed angry.
“I will come when I am done, now be gone!” Lyra furrowed her eyebrows in annoyance and left. Duncan remained behind, caressing his forehead. He didn’t mean to shout at her like that. But he was so stressed, and he hadn’t slept properly in a week. The latest order was to be picked up in a couple of hours, and Duncan was starting to doubt he’d be finished in time. There was a knock on the door and a middle-aged man walked in. His eyes were pale, and he had a scar running down his cheek. Duncan immediately felt uneasy in his presence.

Back in the house, Lyra and her mother sat at the dinner table, eating the vegetable soup they had prepared. Lyra looked darkly into her bowl. She felt bad. It seemed like everyone around her wanted to push her away, and she couldn’t understand why. Maybe she was just too simple for them all.
“Eat up, sweetheart, you have to go to work soon,” Mrs. James looked at her with a sympathetic yet strict expression. Lyra put another mouthful into her mouth before disappearing into her own thoughts once more.
An hour later she was entering the castle entrance, hurrying up the giant stairs and entered the kitchen where the Royalties’ dinner was being prepared.
“Bring this up to Lord Antony, he’s dining with his fianceé today.” Lyra nodded and did a polite curtsy as she recieved the tray of food. She walked up the magnificent staircase and hurried to the balcony where, sure enough, the Lord and Lady were sitting, talking quietly with eachother. Lyra made herself as invisible as possible as she set the table for them, and finished off with a,
“Dinner is served, Your Highness,” and walked out again. Her day went as normal and after having put clean sheets on the beds, she made her way back home.

She couldn’t see anything particularly wrong. Duncan’s workshop seemed deserted. Maybe he had finally finished and could get some rest again. Her steps turned into a slight run as this hope grew in her, but soon felt worried. Something was wrong. She didn’t know what, she just knew something wasn’t the way it was supposed to be. Reaching the entrance to their house, she walked in silently.
“Hello?” There was no response. “Mum? Dunk?” She looked around, seeing that every light had been blown out. A piece of parchment lay on the table. She picked it up. The house was too dark for her to see what it read. She lit a candle and looked down on it.

Had to leave. Run the minute you read this, can’t explain. Danger.
Duncan xx

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[*Joana_Ryan*]

Wpt happened??
ur in danger???
where did dunk go???
I WANNA KNOW!!!!!!!

great add
more soon
big kiss n take care
luv
Joana xXx
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[lyra]

NOOOO!!!! MY Familyyyyyyy!!!!!


You better update soon
Hihi

A whole chapter about me!! I feel sooo importaint!

Luv the add hunniiii
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[MizzElo]

Why I thank thee -bows- (<--- Favourite smiley)

Muhahahaaa, now you'll be wondering for a loooong time, yesh muhaahaahaa -points and laughs- -runs and hides-
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[Dylan]

Hey there beibey.
Great add, but where has Duncan gone, and my poor baby lyra in danger?
Add soon okay?
Lurve you
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Never underestimate the predictability of stupidity
-Bullet tooth Tony-

[MizzElo]

Thankies, Dyl I'll probably add some time tomorrow..
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[MizzElo]

Sorry... Spending some days at my brother's... I'll try to post if I get the chance though.. Promise
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