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ProNobleman7 [None]
:: May 15, 2012, 10:30 a.m.
Aruba- The Adventures of an Arabian monkey
I read the Revenge is Not So Sweet story and I liked it. I decided to write my own. You will see that is has a much different style, but I hope you like it as well. This story will have many chapters. I will post one chapter every 1-3 days. If you like it please reply because it took a lot of work but if you don't like it, you can give any resonable feedback. Thank you. (This is original work, and I certainly did not copy it)
This is a story of a monkey, a monkey that was brave, kind, and determined. But he was not always like this, and this is the story of his miraculous changes, the complete journal of his wild adventures.
This story takes place in Arabia, and you would think that this story would start in a scorched desert with merchants and camels, but, no. It was located in one of the most fertile oases (plural form of oasis) you could ever find in the middle of a desert. The valleys were covered with lush pastures and verdant fields. But the grand palace of Prince Ali was located in the more fabulous area of all.
A giant fountain stood majestically in the courtyard, and ancient trees grew in neat rows along the sides. This was the home of Prince Ali who was very wealthy indeed. He was the second son of Kadar the Great. Kadar was a great sultan, and when he died, his five sons eagerly split up his kingdom. Each son chose a fertile oasis as the center of their princedom, and Ali got all the best, for he was very capable and wise.
Ali lived in great luxury, but he was often worried for his people. He was a very benevolent ruler, and he loved his citizens as much as his children. He would always condescend to solve the affairs of his people, so, in general, he was very well liked, even though he never managed to give up his luxurious life.
He was most fond of animals, and his friends from India or Africa often gave him exotic animals for him to keep. Filled with elephants and giraffes and zebras and peacocks, the Royal Zoo stretched across massive patch of land. But among all the animals, he loved a single monkey the most. It was his most prized treasure and had been given to him by an Indian prince on his fortieth birthday. The monkey was named Alimah which meant “skilled in music or dance”. This monkey did not live in the zoo. Instead, she lived on an embroidered cushion in Ali’s private bedroom. Alimah was a court entertainer, for she often made the prince and his guests laugh at her hilarious performances.
But Alimah was not the main character; it was her son who was. It was early morning when the prince found out about her child, and he could not stop smiling at the little monkey who had two magnificent round eyes and the same comical face as her mother. Full of glee, the prince named him Aruba, and that is where the story truly begins.
I read the Revenge is Not So Sweet story and I liked it. I decided to write my own. You will see that is has a much different style, but I hope you like it as well. This story will have many chapters. I will post one chapter every 1-3 days. If you like it please reply because it took a lot of work but if you don't like it, you can give any resonable feedback. Thank you. (This is original work, and I certainly did not copy it)
Aruba
Chapter 1: The Birth of a Monkey
Chapter 1: The Birth of a Monkey
This is a story of a monkey, a monkey that was brave, kind, and determined. But he was not always like this, and this is the story of his miraculous changes, the complete journal of his wild adventures.
This story takes place in Arabia, and you would think that this story would start in a scorched desert with merchants and camels, but, no. It was located in one of the most fertile oases (plural form of oasis) you could ever find in the middle of a desert. The valleys were covered with lush pastures and verdant fields. But the grand palace of Prince Ali was located in the more fabulous area of all.
A giant fountain stood majestically in the courtyard, and ancient trees grew in neat rows along the sides. This was the home of Prince Ali who was very wealthy indeed. He was the second son of Kadar the Great. Kadar was a great sultan, and when he died, his five sons eagerly split up his kingdom. Each son chose a fertile oasis as the center of their princedom, and Ali got all the best, for he was very capable and wise.
Ali lived in great luxury, but he was often worried for his people. He was a very benevolent ruler, and he loved his citizens as much as his children. He would always condescend to solve the affairs of his people, so, in general, he was very well liked, even though he never managed to give up his luxurious life.
He was most fond of animals, and his friends from India or Africa often gave him exotic animals for him to keep. Filled with elephants and giraffes and zebras and peacocks, the Royal Zoo stretched across massive patch of land. But among all the animals, he loved a single monkey the most. It was his most prized treasure and had been given to him by an Indian prince on his fortieth birthday. The monkey was named Alimah which meant “skilled in music or dance”. This monkey did not live in the zoo. Instead, she lived on an embroidered cushion in Ali’s private bedroom. Alimah was a court entertainer, for she often made the prince and his guests laugh at her hilarious performances.
But Alimah was not the main character; it was her son who was. It was early morning when the prince found out about her child, and he could not stop smiling at the little monkey who had two magnificent round eyes and the same comical face as her mother. Full of glee, the prince named him Aruba, and that is where the story truly begins.
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ProNobleman7 [None]
:: May 17, 2012, 12:05 p.m.
Chapter 2: Life in the Palace
Many details of Aruba’s early life are vague and unknown though some has been recovered by me in my extensive studies of Arabian monkeys. I will not reveal all of them just yet, but I will be kind enough to give a peek into a portion of them.
The exact date of Aruba’s birth cannot be told yet, but it was not long (perhaps a few months) after Alimah’s arrival in the palace. As an infant, he cuddled with his mother on the embroidered cushion in a small tree which was located in the prince’s room. He loved shiny things since his birth, and he would frequently tug at his mother’s golden vest. But most of all, he was stunned by the beauty of the golden necklace on Alimah’s neck. The necklace was beaded with exotic jewels, and from where it came, nobody knew.
As Aruba aged, he left his mother more often and went to frolic with the other little children in the palace (they did not care if he was a monkey). He quickly grabbed the attention of Ali who gave him the most delicate care. His food was just as splendid as the food served to royal guests, and his drinking bowl shone with majestic glow of pure gold. He had much talent in the art of entertainment, and all the guests would exclaim with much astonishment, “He has the eyes of his mother but also the talent of her from within!”
So, as it was, Aruba grew up in a very much spoiled manner, lying on soft cushions and thinking of enjoyment all day long. I would even say without regret that he was quite lazy.
When he was at the age of two, Ali enrolled him as a student of Alim the Sage. Alim was a monkey, of course, and an old one indeed. He was the wise teacher of all court monkeys, and he was named for his vast knowledge (Alim means the one who knows). When Alim wasn’t teaching the young monkeys court manners and monkey duties, he was rummaging his little monkey beard and muttering to himself in a mysterious and solemn fashion.
Of all his students, Alim especially loved Aruba, for he knew, or at least thought, that Aruba was a special monkey. One day, not soon after Aruba’s first lesson, Alim suddenly shouted out, “Bless my old soul, Aruba. You are a very special monkey indeed. You came from a sacred race of ancient monkeys. If it wasn’t for the wretched Indian prince—” Alim gave out an angry sob and continued, “Pardon me, but you would have been a glorious monkey prince yourself!”
At this time, Aruba was sitting lazily on a golden cushion nearby, and he yawned. For all he knew, this old monkey was crazy and talking nonsense. He would rather be in his cozy tree with his mother or eating a little snack. How great were the pleasures of the palace!
Unfortunately, he was rudely interrupted from his reveries by a great screech. “I sense evil, I sense evil! There are shadows lurking in the darkness, Aruba. I must prepare you, I must prepare you!”
This made Aruba extremely annoyed. Personally, Aruba could not imagine any harm coming to him from his cozy palace. There were fine guards for what he knew, and how could anyone disrupt his peaceful life? Yet, Alim was very persistent to teach Aruba how to sword fight and wrestle. He taught him the geography of Arabia and India, informed him on the habits of various animal species, and often spoke in weird languages besides.
You can probably now see, even if you aren’t a monkey expert, that Aruba came from a species of monkeys unlike anything we know now. For one point, he did not ride on his mommy’s back from one year old to two years old like many ordinary monkeys, but, more obviously, little monkeys do not frolic around and fight with swords.
It was a great pity that Aruba daydreamed through his lessons and failed to learn anything useful. He had only vague memories of the sage’s teachings.
Eventually, by the time he was four, he did manage to learn Arabic and Hindu and various African dialects by himself from the royal guests of Prince Ali, but it was much more tedious than learning it straight from Alim. He could not speak them of course, but he could understand them fairly well.
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Aruba woke up in early morning with a start. Loud voices could be heard resounding through the palace walls. Ali’s hastened footsteps struck across the cool marble floor. This was almost half a year after his first lessons with Alim, and just like always, he was very flustered for being interrupted from his pleasurable dreams. But just the same, little monkeys are often curious, and he decided to go and discover what was going on. Quietly leaving his sleeping mother behind, Aruba followed Ali’s shadow through the passages until they reached the courtyard. It was unusually crowded with people, including many royal members of the family and many servants. Shouting the loudest was the Royal Chief of Zookeepers, and he was especially excited.
Seeing the prince, the crowd immediately scattered to the two sides, creating a narrow path in between. Just then, the prince strode through dignifiedly, calling with a slightly irritated tone, “What is all the fuss? Might someone clearly explain to me what all this matter is about?”
Stepping out of the crowd, the Chief of Zookeepers knelt down before Prince Ali and uttered, “My majesty, it is unbelievable, it—it is surely—surely unbelievable!”
“You clearly seem agitated,” remarked the prince with a frown.
“Pardon me, my Majesty, I am bewildered. A snake has crept into the cages, and it has devoured an entire lion!” the Chief of Zookeepers frantically replied.
“Impossible. The walls are 12 (3.6 meters) feet high, and I do not believe that snakes can climb walls, can they?” the prince said with a touch of disbelief.
“No, my majesty, but the snake is 15 feet long (4.5 meters)!” the chief of zookeepers exclaimed wildly.
“Ridiculous, ridiculous! Is this true? I shall see for myself!” With that, the prince strode out onto the neatly laid path towards the Royal Zoo. He did not take care to ride a carriage, for he was in a hurry. The crowd quickly moved along with Aruba scurrying to catch up. He did not understand much Arabic yet, at that point in time, but he understood full well that something had happened in the zoo.
When the royal party finally arrived, they were met in the eye with a large, incredible snake. It was idly sunbathing in the lion cage and did not seem much alerted by the presence of the people. Its green velvety skin was loosely curled together, but the ruby eyes shone in breath-taking splendor. The snake was so gorgeous and casual that you could not tell its ferociousness at first glance.
The prince was somewhat disappointed, “All I see is a dazzling snake living peacefully in the lion’s cage. I do not see the remains of blood and bones.”
Quick to explain, the Chief of Zookeepers stepped up and panted (he was fat and could not withstand the run to the zoo), “Oh, my Majesty, do not say—say so. Lo-ok at the corner! All the other lions are cowering in fright! This is no ordinary snake. It is an emerald tree boa, and they swallow their prey whole! You may count the number of lions yourself.”
This snake of course was no tree boa, but it would have been one if it was three times smaller and curled up on a tree.
The prince looked up from the cage and enumerated, “Eight, hmm, eight. There sure were nine yesterday. Such a fine lion it was, a fresh gift from an African chieftain that I can’t quite remember. But, this, too, is such a fine creature. See how it looks at me! It is not an unfair trade. Chief, I thank you for your service. Provide the snake with the finest cage in the Royal Zoo, not by the lions though, I should think.”
The Chief of Zookeepers gave a quick expression of disbelief, “Majesty! This snake has arrived mysteriously, and it can climb cages. It is too dangerous, too dangerous!”
The prince glanced at the Chief again. He was kind to his people but very proud besides. “Then double the walls. This zoo is the safest one in all the lands of Arabia. It is a magnificent creature and wherever it is from, I do not care. Allah has been kind to grant this blessing from heaven and I will not venture to displease him.”
This was the end of the discussion, and the Chief hastily set off to work. The others returned to their own posts in the palace.
Aruba could not understand most of the talking, but he shivered at the large snake and was extremely afraid. “What is this creature that lions cower at?” He knew that lions were kings of the jungle. What could this snake be to cause kings to bow down at its feet?
The sun had now risen completely. Aruba returned and eagerly expressed his little adventure to his mother who had just awoken. The sun shone softly and warmly into the little tree, but it was not enough to hide Alimah’s disconcertion. Alimah fidgeted, but when Aruba asked what the case was, all she replied was, “Nothing, nothing.”
The lessons that afternoon with Alim did not go smoothly at all. Alim was also in a horrible state. Throughout the class, he often halted in between, muttering quietly, “The evil will inevitable crush me. And Aruba! What shall I do, what shall I do?” Like usual, Aruba was not listening at all, but he was not thinking of sweetmeats and cozy naps either. The sharp red eyes pierced out through the shadows and were instantly replaced by the fearful face of her mother. Aruba trembled violently. All he could hear was the distant quaver, “Do not fear, Aruba. Do not fear, my poor child.” But it was evident that Alim himself was doubtful in saying this. The lesson thus ended in a dead and gloomy manner.
After his lessons, Aruba dined and then entertained the guests. The prince had frequent guests, and all knew of the prince’s fabulous monkey shows. This time, they were greatly dismayed, for Aruba lost heart in his performances; his usual wide smile diminished into a small curly frown. The prince was also displeased. He was partly angry at Aruba, but worried at the same time.
Aruba was briefly dismissed and went to bed early.
Many details of Aruba’s early life are vague and unknown though some has been recovered by me in my extensive studies of Arabian monkeys. I will not reveal all of them just yet, but I will be kind enough to give a peek into a portion of them.
The exact date of Aruba’s birth cannot be told yet, but it was not long (perhaps a few months) after Alimah’s arrival in the palace. As an infant, he cuddled with his mother on the embroidered cushion in a small tree which was located in the prince’s room. He loved shiny things since his birth, and he would frequently tug at his mother’s golden vest. But most of all, he was stunned by the beauty of the golden necklace on Alimah’s neck. The necklace was beaded with exotic jewels, and from where it came, nobody knew.
As Aruba aged, he left his mother more often and went to frolic with the other little children in the palace (they did not care if he was a monkey). He quickly grabbed the attention of Ali who gave him the most delicate care. His food was just as splendid as the food served to royal guests, and his drinking bowl shone with majestic glow of pure gold. He had much talent in the art of entertainment, and all the guests would exclaim with much astonishment, “He has the eyes of his mother but also the talent of her from within!”
So, as it was, Aruba grew up in a very much spoiled manner, lying on soft cushions and thinking of enjoyment all day long. I would even say without regret that he was quite lazy.
When he was at the age of two, Ali enrolled him as a student of Alim the Sage. Alim was a monkey, of course, and an old one indeed. He was the wise teacher of all court monkeys, and he was named for his vast knowledge (Alim means the one who knows). When Alim wasn’t teaching the young monkeys court manners and monkey duties, he was rummaging his little monkey beard and muttering to himself in a mysterious and solemn fashion.
Of all his students, Alim especially loved Aruba, for he knew, or at least thought, that Aruba was a special monkey. One day, not soon after Aruba’s first lesson, Alim suddenly shouted out, “Bless my old soul, Aruba. You are a very special monkey indeed. You came from a sacred race of ancient monkeys. If it wasn’t for the wretched Indian prince—” Alim gave out an angry sob and continued, “Pardon me, but you would have been a glorious monkey prince yourself!”
At this time, Aruba was sitting lazily on a golden cushion nearby, and he yawned. For all he knew, this old monkey was crazy and talking nonsense. He would rather be in his cozy tree with his mother or eating a little snack. How great were the pleasures of the palace!
Unfortunately, he was rudely interrupted from his reveries by a great screech. “I sense evil, I sense evil! There are shadows lurking in the darkness, Aruba. I must prepare you, I must prepare you!”
This made Aruba extremely annoyed. Personally, Aruba could not imagine any harm coming to him from his cozy palace. There were fine guards for what he knew, and how could anyone disrupt his peaceful life? Yet, Alim was very persistent to teach Aruba how to sword fight and wrestle. He taught him the geography of Arabia and India, informed him on the habits of various animal species, and often spoke in weird languages besides.
You can probably now see, even if you aren’t a monkey expert, that Aruba came from a species of monkeys unlike anything we know now. For one point, he did not ride on his mommy’s back from one year old to two years old like many ordinary monkeys, but, more obviously, little monkeys do not frolic around and fight with swords.
It was a great pity that Aruba daydreamed through his lessons and failed to learn anything useful. He had only vague memories of the sage’s teachings.
Eventually, by the time he was four, he did manage to learn Arabic and Hindu and various African dialects by himself from the royal guests of Prince Ali, but it was much more tedious than learning it straight from Alim. He could not speak them of course, but he could understand them fairly well.
*********************************************************************
Aruba woke up in early morning with a start. Loud voices could be heard resounding through the palace walls. Ali’s hastened footsteps struck across the cool marble floor. This was almost half a year after his first lessons with Alim, and just like always, he was very flustered for being interrupted from his pleasurable dreams. But just the same, little monkeys are often curious, and he decided to go and discover what was going on. Quietly leaving his sleeping mother behind, Aruba followed Ali’s shadow through the passages until they reached the courtyard. It was unusually crowded with people, including many royal members of the family and many servants. Shouting the loudest was the Royal Chief of Zookeepers, and he was especially excited.
Seeing the prince, the crowd immediately scattered to the two sides, creating a narrow path in between. Just then, the prince strode through dignifiedly, calling with a slightly irritated tone, “What is all the fuss? Might someone clearly explain to me what all this matter is about?”
Stepping out of the crowd, the Chief of Zookeepers knelt down before Prince Ali and uttered, “My majesty, it is unbelievable, it—it is surely—surely unbelievable!”
“You clearly seem agitated,” remarked the prince with a frown.
“Pardon me, my Majesty, I am bewildered. A snake has crept into the cages, and it has devoured an entire lion!” the Chief of Zookeepers frantically replied.
“Impossible. The walls are 12 (3.6 meters) feet high, and I do not believe that snakes can climb walls, can they?” the prince said with a touch of disbelief.
“No, my majesty, but the snake is 15 feet long (4.5 meters)!” the chief of zookeepers exclaimed wildly.
“Ridiculous, ridiculous! Is this true? I shall see for myself!” With that, the prince strode out onto the neatly laid path towards the Royal Zoo. He did not take care to ride a carriage, for he was in a hurry. The crowd quickly moved along with Aruba scurrying to catch up. He did not understand much Arabic yet, at that point in time, but he understood full well that something had happened in the zoo.
When the royal party finally arrived, they were met in the eye with a large, incredible snake. It was idly sunbathing in the lion cage and did not seem much alerted by the presence of the people. Its green velvety skin was loosely curled together, but the ruby eyes shone in breath-taking splendor. The snake was so gorgeous and casual that you could not tell its ferociousness at first glance.
The prince was somewhat disappointed, “All I see is a dazzling snake living peacefully in the lion’s cage. I do not see the remains of blood and bones.”
Quick to explain, the Chief of Zookeepers stepped up and panted (he was fat and could not withstand the run to the zoo), “Oh, my Majesty, do not say—say so. Lo-ok at the corner! All the other lions are cowering in fright! This is no ordinary snake. It is an emerald tree boa, and they swallow their prey whole! You may count the number of lions yourself.”
This snake of course was no tree boa, but it would have been one if it was three times smaller and curled up on a tree.
The prince looked up from the cage and enumerated, “Eight, hmm, eight. There sure were nine yesterday. Such a fine lion it was, a fresh gift from an African chieftain that I can’t quite remember. But, this, too, is such a fine creature. See how it looks at me! It is not an unfair trade. Chief, I thank you for your service. Provide the snake with the finest cage in the Royal Zoo, not by the lions though, I should think.”
The Chief of Zookeepers gave a quick expression of disbelief, “Majesty! This snake has arrived mysteriously, and it can climb cages. It is too dangerous, too dangerous!”
The prince glanced at the Chief again. He was kind to his people but very proud besides. “Then double the walls. This zoo is the safest one in all the lands of Arabia. It is a magnificent creature and wherever it is from, I do not care. Allah has been kind to grant this blessing from heaven and I will not venture to displease him.”
This was the end of the discussion, and the Chief hastily set off to work. The others returned to their own posts in the palace.
Aruba could not understand most of the talking, but he shivered at the large snake and was extremely afraid. “What is this creature that lions cower at?” He knew that lions were kings of the jungle. What could this snake be to cause kings to bow down at its feet?
The sun had now risen completely. Aruba returned and eagerly expressed his little adventure to his mother who had just awoken. The sun shone softly and warmly into the little tree, but it was not enough to hide Alimah’s disconcertion. Alimah fidgeted, but when Aruba asked what the case was, all she replied was, “Nothing, nothing.”
The lessons that afternoon with Alim did not go smoothly at all. Alim was also in a horrible state. Throughout the class, he often halted in between, muttering quietly, “The evil will inevitable crush me. And Aruba! What shall I do, what shall I do?” Like usual, Aruba was not listening at all, but he was not thinking of sweetmeats and cozy naps either. The sharp red eyes pierced out through the shadows and were instantly replaced by the fearful face of her mother. Aruba trembled violently. All he could hear was the distant quaver, “Do not fear, Aruba. Do not fear, my poor child.” But it was evident that Alim himself was doubtful in saying this. The lesson thus ended in a dead and gloomy manner.
After his lessons, Aruba dined and then entertained the guests. The prince had frequent guests, and all knew of the prince’s fabulous monkey shows. This time, they were greatly dismayed, for Aruba lost heart in his performances; his usual wide smile diminished into a small curly frown. The prince was also displeased. He was partly angry at Aruba, but worried at the same time.
Aruba was briefly dismissed and went to bed early.
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nano121 [None]
:: May 17, 2012, 3:28 p.m.
i like it. not as much as much addicting as revenge is not so sweet. ut its kinda worth reading