Disclaimer: The land of Tortall (and the surrounding countries) belong to Tamora Pierce along with all the characters except for Luana.
Title: Rise of a Commoner
Summary: A young female thief must rise out of the levels of thieves and commoners to help save her country. But the questions is will she decide to help her country or will she watch it crumble and those she was taught to distrust? Please RR!
Characters: King Jon, Thayet, George, Alanna, Kel, Neal, Raoul, Daine, Numair, Buri, Luana (own character) and a few others
Time: After TC and TQ.
Genre: Action/Adventure most likely some Romance but with who?
CHAPTER 1
Luana strode casually through the Dancing Dove. She took in everything from its rowdy atmosphere to secret deals being made under tables. Many of the men whistled as she walked past them and even some before she got near them. Luana, or as her friends called her Lua or Lu, ignored all the suggestive gestures and sounds and walked over to a table placed in the desolate spot of the corner.
From her seat she could eye everything that was going on and still be a protected, well as well as one could be in the haven of Tortall's thieves. The person that got a hold of most of her interest was the King of Thieves. He was new, his bright red hair made him look somewhat related to the famous Lioness, many scars had a home among his arms and a big puffy one was placed conveniently on his face. The old king was been challenged, as was proper, by this new lad, the outcome was obvious from what Lu was staring at. He had grass green eyes that flitted about the room. The girl in the corner smiled, he wasn't comfortable in his high position, yet. Well she thought grimly to herself; let's give him some more reason to be nervous.
Lu stumbled into a small inn outside of Corus. The inn keeper quickly rushed towards her, yelling for her to get outside until she saw a healer. Blood was dripping off a large, deep cut in her arm. Her eye was puffy and her lip split, it felt as if her nose was broken as well.
"Stupid fools" she muttered under her breath, at no one in particular. The guests at the inn had decided as a whole that she was not one to be messed with and were going about their business, as far away from her as possible.
The innkeeper had called a healer, one came bustling through the stone gate with speed that a cheetah could have been proud off. Her raven hair was slipping out of the leather strip that was holding it up. As soon as she saw Luana she shrieked and hurried over. The patient groaned, she was under a nervous healer that was, considering her luck tonight, most likely an apprentice (A/N: Are healers-to-be apprentices"). She was right, the healers was extremely nervous and keep on jostling around and hitting her gashed arm, making Luana wince in pain and have to bear more mollycoddling. Throughout the whole, and painful, healing process the apprentice kept exclaiming at the folly of youth and laughing hysterically.
The sun had almost risen up again when Luana was aloud to leave the healer's clutches and return to the inn, only slightly better then when she had arrived in the first place. Ordering a hot bath, some bread and fruit juice she limped up the stairs, pondering on the night, the one that had left her bruised, cut, sore and cursing at her men's stupidity.
Flash Back (Until I say so):
Everything was perfect... the alleyway that Luana and her three men were hiding in had the luck of the moon shining on their targets and the darkness of night laying a blanket where they were hiding.
The plan was to take out the two thieves, which held their loyalty with the new king, out. She could smell the liquor coming from the two thieves. They were stumbling down the alleyway like drunken blind men, half of that was true. Don't ever waste someone else's stupidity; Lu muttered the variation of what Tortall's spymaster, George Cooper, told his daughter Aly. It was hard to believe that it was these to men that helped the new 'majesty' gain the chair in the Dancing Dove.
The foursome moved quickly out of the shadows, leaping like panthers onto prey, with a quick flick of their wrists daggers slide into their hands. The prey stumbled and tried to pull out their own weapons, stumbling dazedly through their shirts searching for the knives concealed on their body. With quick slashes the four attacking placed long gashes onto the two men. Everything was going according to plan. Except something happened that shouldn't have... Five welled armed men dressed in the uniform of my Lord Provost jumped out of their own hiding spots. Drawing swords and knives themselves they attacked the attackers, slaying Luana's three men instantly. She fled, nearly escaping impaling herself one of the guard's sword, instead it hit her arm creating a long gash.
She stumbled blindly through the streets of Corus, whirling the event over and over again in her mind. What had caused the guard to be in that alleyway at that time on that day? She quickly realized what happened, her men, her stupid men, must have talked about it a little too loudly and someone must have overheard and informed Lord Provost. Well they learned their lesson, never talk were you can be overheard. The consequence could be horrible, like lying dead in an alleyway. What had happened was not the most pressing issue at the moment; the pressing issue was that Lord Provost's guards had seen her face.
Flash Back Ends
And thus ends the first chapter of "The Rise of a Commoner." I would love it if all those that read this could write a tiny (although big is fine too!) review! I hoped you enjoyed it and remember to press that little thing in the bottom left corner that says "Submit Review!"