To all you Tamora Pierce fans out there, if you have stumbled upon this story, let me warn you, that you will have to help me along with it, because I'm bad at writing.

I need a good title for the story first of all. Any ideas would be helpful.

A thank you to Sima, who without her knowing, gave me the idea for this fic. This is about a vampire. She made me read this series and I loved it. Now I cant stop thinking about some of the characters, aka "Fang-face". (Author sighs)

Anyway back to the story. READ AND REVIEW. Give a few comments and ideas about this story.

Oh! Happy Days!

Prologue

She didn't know what to do. He was after her. And he was close. Too close. The castle is right ahead and she senses the people behind the walls. She could almost taste them. The girl reaches the iron gate and sees the guards up ahead asking what is her business. She has already decided where she will hide.

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"Serena, isn't it?" asks Lord Wyldon, slightly angry at being woken in the middle of the night.

"Yes, my lord," the girl replied

"I was told my the guards that you wanted to see me. State your business than," the handsome scarred man behind the oak desk asked almost impatiently.

"I want to become a knight, sir." She said bluntly, looking him straight in the eye.

" You?" the Lord exclaimed in surprise, which was very unusual. He was a tough and serious man.

He raised his eyes and studied the girl in front of him. Lord Wyldon saw a tall girl of around 18. Too old to be wanting to be a page. She had dainty hands and such a slim and elegant figure that would make even the Queen jealous. She would break if one of the boys pushed her to roughly the training master thought. He moved his eyes to the perfect face, that looked as if it was carved by the gods themselves, a face of pale whiteness, with blood red lips, small nose and eyes of a fair blue and green, which changed slightly in the flicker of the candlelight. The young woman had hair, too far to be called ordinary. Each black lock of hair, looked like it had a life of its own in it, moving like the water at every turn of the head. Whatever she was, she couldn't have been human. No mortal is that perfect, only the gods themselves.

"Is there anything wrong with that, my lord," the girl asked, her voice musical, almost hypnotising.

"You tell me. Waking someone up in the middle of the night and asking them if you can become a knight. Let me ask you a question. Why do you want to be a knight?"

Wyldon matched Serena's stare, look for look as if daring each other to say something about expecting or declining. Declining for Serena, since the training master doesn't believe girls could be knights.

"My family was killed by bandits and I want to stop them doing the same for some other family. Destroying their lives." Serena told the man in front of her and silent tears streamed down her face. At that moment she seemed so innocent, that Wyldon was willing to except her, but a new feeling came over. Suspicion. Who was this girl? Was she evil? Why is she here?

"Your name and your fief," he barked at her.

"Serena of Mortos"

"Mortos? I have never heard of that place"

"Many people haven't. It's a long way from Corus."

"I will not make my decision tonight, I have to consult the king first. Do not get your hopes up girl. You might not stay. I'll get one of the servants to find you a room for the night. You may leave." Wyldon was already rising from his chair.

"My lord I heard that you let Keladry of Mindelan to join, why can't I?"

Wyldon gave an impatient sigh.

"Mindelan is on a probation. She didn't 'join' as you put it."

The training master started to feel drowsy, his head felt clouded and heavy. Something was happening to him, but he didn't seem to care. It was a nice feeling, free from worry. He didn't really care if he let the girl join or not anymore.

"Let me be on probation too. I will prove to you that I can be as good as any boy," pleaded the girl.

"One year probation. If you don't meet my standards, you're out. Do I make myself clear? Goodnight. I shall talk to you tomorrow."

Serena smiled and bowed to the training master as she retreated towards the door. With a farewell nod, she followed the servant towards her new chamber.

Her plan was working. Mind manipulation. What a wonderful thing.

A figure clad in black watched her intensively as Serna followed the servant.

Well… what did you think? Review: cool or crap. If people vote crap then I will take the story of. Please be nice, this is my first story that I have ever written. Not really, but it's a first story that I'm actually taking care to write.

Give me some ideas for the story. I shall forever in your debt if you review. Nicely that is.

Ma petit (no I'm not French)