Good Evening/Afternoon/Morning to you all!
Sorry, this A/N will be rather long; I have a few things to say.
1. I am branching out from my usual Harry Potter fandom, just to continue with this lovely my AH-mazing friend wrote. By continue, I mean fix up, add on, and completely stick to the story line.
2. StorybookDreamer15 owns all rights to the plot, and Madam Pierce owns the rest.
3. Flames and comments are completely welcome. I have plenty to improve upon, especially due to my lack of... proper experience... within this genre.
On with the show!
The arrow was set, aimed directly at heavily lavished clothing. Deep breath, in, out, and as you focus...
Release.
Her day had started like any other, with the languid awakening within her rough pallet. The laziness of morning clung to the young girl's eyes, tugged upon her rumpled bedspread, and heaved heavy breaths past chapped lips. And, slowly, the small room embraced within the Dancing Dove allowed itself to be focused upon, each individual crack sweeping towards eyes of blue-green. Just like every other day. It did not even usher a degree of shock as small footsteps danced towards the kitchen, new clothing merely tugged over her skin-tone shift.
Honestly, one couldn't blame her. Every morning was akin to the next, and rarely did it change. Even her excited pounce from the second-to-bottom stone step was weighted with the thoughts of boredom. She couldn't even be bothered to sneak another pastry from beneath the nose of the resident cook, Pansy, instead shoveling the fried eggs received within the bowels of her mouth. Chatter wasn't even heard, only the smacking of lips and swallows of a good meal. But no mind was payed towards that. They could all understand. Though none were to admit it, the folk of the Lower City were bored. The fact was probably why the girl was so shocked by the filled streets, so much that she ceased the beginning motion of tying up her crimson locks. Her quiet steps suddenly hurried, and soon after, the twisting body plunged into the crowd, burying herself within the bodies.
Easy day for pick pocketing, was her bittersweet thought, accompanied by the stretched fingers slipping towards a copper-filled pouch. It was then that the reason for the whole city gathering in the streets became clear.
"Make way for King Jonathon IV and Thayet, his queen," could be heard throughout the city, each person making it their duty to echo the thought to arched brows and confused faces. As their majesties began to pass, each being bowed their head in respect, though only a slight few felt some sort of attachment to the royals. They simply couldn't relate, anyhow. There was no reason to feel more than respect.
As they passed, however, the small child lifted her head, a glint off a roof catching her bright orbs. An archer... An archer! Surprise swept through her bones, and as she studied where the item was aimed, an utterly idiotic plan was formulated.
Without a second thought, she climbed the stone wall resting a mere stretch behind the crowd, and jumped recklessly over the surrounding bodies, slamming straight into the target. The King. A great deal of protest was about to be voiced, but The Queen, luckily seeing the jump and where the child was looking, noticed the archer and slid off her horse in a quick and fluid motion. If there was more time, the child could have admired the appearance of Her Majesty's movements, but there was none.
The arrow was fired. Just as the propelled savior landed long ways across the male's horse, Darkness, holding tightly to his Majesty's hands, the arrow aimed for the King's heart landed firmly into the side of her left calf. Biting her lip to hold back a wail of pain, she subtly removed the arrow and wrapped the falling head scarf around the wound, allowing fiery red hair to drape to shaking shoulders in waving curls.
And, as lithe as the Queen herself, the girl jumped from the horse and into the beginning fight, releasing wrist knives in the same movement. Quite a lovely killing machine, though they were only used for defense. Defense and this. All around her, chaos ensued, the men of the King's Own and the Champion herself starting to fight off the oncoming cloaked figures. The King and Queen even brandished weapons against some foes. And, through it all, the citizens scrambled away, scrambling to their respective hovels.
The battle was short lived. Most only sported bruises and scrapes, as did the girl, other than the initial arrow wound. Safe. Or as safe as it could be, after realizing that they were truly not living in a peaceful world. Someone was out there, trying to assassinate their leader, her leader. And the thought continued to plague her mind as a strong voice shouted, "Let's get this muck off the street and patch ourselves up."
Soon after the clean up began, however, the child stumbled over to the nearby fountain, one already soaked to the brim with crimson liquid. Disgusting, horrid thoughts came to her mind, the possibilities of whose blood becoming endless. And, with the fountain merely two feet away, her leg gave out to cause a tumble towards the uneven flagstones below. Before her face hit the muck covered street, strong arms snaked tightly around the thin waist, tugging her upon a lovely horse. It could have been romantic, save for the fact that the savior's savior was ages above her own meager years, and quite infatuated with a certain woman.
"Hold on there, little missy." The captor's voice was calm and husky. It was a sweet kind of music, one full of the heavy beat of drums. It ushered sleep forth, and within moments, she drifted out of consciousness, staring blankly into coal black eyes topped by short dark hair. Lord Sir Raoul of Goldenlake and Malories Peak gently lifted the poor girl into his arms and began the walk up to the palace, kicking his horse into a slow, solemn trot.
I am stuck. Parentless. Sightless. With only two wrist knives and a boot knife for protection. Just an average Lower City gixie in an above average situation. What have I gotten myself into?
Well, this seems very short, but I can hopefully promise the next couple shall get longer. Updates are NOT based off reviews, just letting everyone know. I simply put up the new chapter at my own leisure.
Skipping through the dust with Pounce,
Shadow
