Okay, this is the rewrite. I decided to redo the whole thing because I wasn't exactly into it much anymore. You can find the original on my profile still, but here is the newer version. I want your honest opinion. I accept annonymous reviews until someone abuses that.
DISCLAIMER: You know what Tamora Pierce owns, and you know what I own.
The sun set slowly on the horizon, casting strange lights on the capital city of Tortall, which was as busy as ever. Merchants rushed to and fro in the streets. Theives strode purposefully through the merchants, gathering money as they went by the unsuspecting victims.
In a part of the palace, near the pages' wing, were several rooms set aside for a family belonging to Numair, the great wizard. They were all empty currently.
A lone girl slinked off to one of the rooms, unnoticed. Her black mane ran down in torrents her back to rest at her waist, while her brown eyes flicked back and forth, searching. She smoothed out her blouse as she walked.
With one final glance around her, she slipped into her bedroom and locked the door behind her. She glanced around her room. A lone bed with silken sheets sat in a corner by the window which overlooked the training area. Shelves covered most of the wall. They were filled with little treasures and books and a few scrolls. A desk made in Scanra sat by the door that she had just locked. A door to the side led to a bathing area.
The girl walked over to her window and glanced down at the ground momentarily before grabbing a cloak off of her bed and tossed it onto a magic chest that sat at the foot of her bed. She glanced around at the room once more before striding over to her desk and slipping into the little crevase between the desk and wall.
She unknowingly stared at her wall as her thoughts went elsewhere. To some forgotten realm, perhaps. Maybe she was thinking about everything and nothing. She herself didn't even know what she was thinking. It was some time before she was desturbed.
"Inka!" yelled a lanky boy with brown hair and matching eyes. "Where are you?!"
"In the corner." She simply yelled to him also. She wasn't that loud, anyways.
She heard a huff as he opened her door. She sighed. Apparently, he had gained the key from Numair. She hated when he did stuff like that though.
"Inka. Get out of the corner, Mother and Father wish to see you." He grumbled after he swore.
"Of course, Benjiman. Thank you for telling me." Inka stood up and brushed her skirt off.
Her brother had already left. With a sigh, Inka let her feet guide her down stairs and through the pages' wing.
"Hey! Why are you here? You aren't a page!" yelled a page with dark hair and blazing blue eyes.
She simply ignored him and continued walking as he continued to yell at her. She just let her feet guide her to her parents of their own accord. Guards warily watched her as she passed them in the palace. She paid them no attention. Finally, she emerged from the palace to the place where her parents stood talking in hushed tones, which they stopped once they saw her approaching.
"Come on, Inka," said her mother as she mounted her horse.
Inka didn't respond as she climbed onto her dappled horse. It puzzled her greatly. Why had her parents summoned her? To go on a ride? Who knew really? Questions and half finished thoughts ran through her head as they rode past the gates.
Well? What do you think??