The titleless French Story

[Darkreign]

Hi, I'm a newbie here anyway, here's something I came up with a few years ago. There's more, but I didn't type it up and I'll add it later.
Summary
A young noble, Guillaume, is neglected by his father and is sent to learn the trade of jewlery and silversmithy. His father is politician in the dangerous French society and he is murdered, resulting in Guillaume's summon to court to replace his father. Xenemar is a master in the arcane arts and provided the influence Guillaume's father had. He helps Guillaume take over his father's duties using his magic. But Guillaume discovers that he can have much more influence that his father ever had once he stops drinking an elixir made from his Sun stone.

[Darkreign]

The sun sank behind the mountains. The shadows lengthened and swallowed the sun-loving beings. A figure roamed in the dark, blacker then any of the shadows spreading in the valley. And then it stopped. It melded into the shadows, and was lifeless as a statue. A running girl crashed through the trees and fell at the foot of the figure. It raised an arm and in its hand was a gleaming sword. The girl screamed as it swung down on her. It laughed a laugh that was evil enough to shake the world. Her blood was the last thing illuminated as the sun finally fell below the world.~
Guillaume deLouse was the only apprentice of the famous jeweler, Martin Brenouille. Mr. Brenouille was dedicated to his art religiously and imposed that same ardor into Guillaume. Guillaume enjoyed working with all the priceless stones and placing them beautifully on precious metals. He basked in their beauty, not in wearing them; he was content to look at them from afar. Mr. Brenouille was a stern gentleman who would often scold Guillaume, but he nodded silently when he approved of his work.
“That’s enough for today boy. We’ll continue tomorrow,” he said wiping his hands. Guillaume, a boy of seventeen put his tools away carefully. They closed the shop and climbed the stairs for dinner. They ate in silence, only the clanking of forks and knives breaking the slice.. When they finished, Guillaume stood up to wash the plates. “Don’t go yet. I have something to say,” Martin said. Guillaume sat back down, pursing his lips as he considered the old man’s statement. Martin took his time sipping his tea, looking out the window. When he finished, he studied Guillaume before speaking. It was frustrating how slow he went. “I know you’ve been working for both me and Mr. Épont, the blacksmith. You have learned much in such a short. And I believe you can surpass me and Mr. Épont.”
Guillaume looked up as he said this. The old man rarely complimented him, and for him to say he could surpass both of them . . . It was a great honor.
“Thank you sir,” he bowed his head.
“I’ve decided that you know enough to become a journeyman. Mr. Épont and I discussed this together and we both agreed that you were beyond ready.”
Guillaume sat silently. A journeyman. It was all a bit too fast for him. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that sir. I became your apprentice not to long ago.”
“Nonesense. If we decided that your ready, your ready. I am never mistaken in my judgement,” he claimed. “I have to let you go anyway. I barely sell enough of my trinkets to feed myself.” He placed his hand on Guillaume’s shoulder. “Go see the world while you can boy. Make the world your stage, its people your audience. You are on top of the world. Never forget that.” Guillaume smiled at Martin.~
Three days later Guillaume stood at the door of the jeweler’s carry back sac with all of his belonings.

[Spotty001]

Ooh, got any more? I think I'll post everything I wrote in creative writing

[Darkreign]

Yeah, I have more of this one. I'll type it up soon

[Spotty001]

Sweet

[Rye]

I can't wait!

[Darkreign]

More of the Story:
My second home lost to me too.
"Where will you be heading boy?"
"I'm going back to my old home," he answered uncertainly.
"And then?"
Guillaume lowered his gaze. He had a plan. He clutched the sun stone he drank from each night since he was born. He thought back to his little cottage in the woods. He had lived with Xenamar, a man gifted in the arcane arts. He was an eager teacher, but only that. He never cared for Guillaume. They never spoke except during Guillaume's lessons in the classics and magic.
"Well anyway, your . . . . guardian left you a letter at the beginning of your apprenticeship." He took the letter, noticing how luxurious it was. It was thick scented paper with a strange water color. The seal on it could only mean some sort of importance. Xenemar and his ridiculous luxuries. He read it.

If you have finished with your boyish fantasies, then make your way to the Lycee de Paris. You have certain duties and expectations.

And that's where it ended. Martin stood awkwardly at the door. He gave him a sad smile and extended his hand. Guillaume looked at it for a bit and shook it. Martin laughed out loud and patted him on the back. He closed the door behind him.

[Dawn]

This is really good. Seeing you post so much stuff has gotten me all pumped up to write now. Too bad I have exams to study for