Disclaimer: If I owned any of these character's, the purpose of life would
stand explained. But alas, I don't, therefor I still wander about
aimlessly, hoping it will knock my in the head eventually. ALL of the
character's and fief's (Expect the one's I created) belong to the Mighty
Goddess of All That Is Excellent Litature, Tamora Pierce, and, of course,
her publisher's alone: I take no credit WHAT-SO-EVER. Although, Serena,
Luke, Deamon and any other character you don't regonize. If I EVER see
ANYBODY (With the expect of tamora Pierce, in that case I would be honored)
even REMOTLY using/taking my character's, you'll be walkin' this earth with
a heart tranplant, so take heed to my warning. All hail the Mighty Tamora
Pierce! (If you were actally dense enough to think I created/own the
egonizable character's, your the type of person that make's me wonder if
their putting the right people in the correctional facility's these day's.)
On to the story!
Chapter 1: Unannouced Challenge
Serena sat on a small cliff that overhung, half way up a mountain, looking out at the rest of the majestic chain of them. Taking one last whiff of the wilderness scented air, she stoff up, brushed off her carhart's and grabbed her hiking backpack.
Serena Fejis, an Alaskan girl with red hair as her Irish Ancestor's had, tall for her age, most people thought she was older than her true age of 12. She was far bigger than any average girl, with strong shoulder's and leg's. She was raised to be as rugged as the land she lived on, learning to love the wilderness and all it could teach her with time. It was the only place she felt she belong. She had a proud flare in her itimidating eye's of brown-red, with fleck's of unnerving silver in them.
She could be delcared one of the best fighter's around, alway's thriving to be better. There was nothing more she enjoyed than being out in the wilderness with her dog's. You see, she was a musher, and a well-proved one at that. Even then she could get in a few good book's here and there when she was done with the dog's and no sunlight left to explore. Tamora Pierce was the author she loved more than any other. Sometime's, even, she caught herself dreaming about what it would be like to be one of Tortall's greatest knight's. She lovedher dog's, of course, but, it was ok to just dream...right?
Taking one last look around, the girl whistled for Bailey, her none-sled dog, to follow her. This was one of the few time's she went out without her sled dog's for a run. Bailey was her dog, but was really the family dog. But she was an excellent exploring dog, with Austrailian Shepard and Choclate Lab Mix in her.
But as Serena turned around, earth crumbled under her, making her stumble and tip right over the edge of the rock overhanging. Since it was quite a drop, shock soon dissapeared as the girl tried to land on her pack, just to make the landing even the bit softer.
Depsite as quick as she tried, she plumeted 15, air-born, feet, landing on her left shoulder and arm.
Serena heard an sickening 'Pop' and 'Crack', annoucing the arrival of a very serious problem.
She swore loudly, (Her father was a fisherman, the captian of a boat, so when palettes fell over or a hook got caught in the hand, their speech was very colorful) her face screwed up with pain.
Serena winced as she touched her shoulder, then her arm. Taking a deep breath, she did what she watched the doctor do after she did the same thing 2 year's ago when racing her dog's, she popped her shoulder back into place.
It hurt for a few moment's, then she sighed in relief.
But her arm was a different matter. It was cleanly broken. It wasen't that she haden't ever broken her arm before, but it seemed to be much more painful this time.
She crawled over to a clump of pine tree's, hidden from veiw. Bailey walked over, having had found a way to reach her friend, head lowered. "I'm alright," Serena told her, leaning against a nearby tree. "I'm just gonna stay 'ere a bit. Keep an eye out for our friend's, aye?" The dog thrust it's cold nose under her other arm, resting her head on her stomache. The girl was about to shut her eye's when a glistening caught her careful eye. She moved over and pick up the object. "Hullo, what do we have 'ere?"
It looked like a frosty-clear, long, green, tooth-looking peice of glass, if it even was glass. It was highly unusal, ecspecially all the way out there where nobody expect Serena. The object curved gentally, creating the tooth-shape appearence.
Bailey came over to do her own inspection of the item, sniffing it curiously.
Serena began to sing her own tune softly, moving back to her postion by the tree's, holding the object.
Without any aknowledgment, mist began to creep up, engulfing the girl's body. Bailey began barking viously, arousing Serena from her thought's.
But it was too late.
On to the story!
Chapter 1: Unannouced Challenge
Serena sat on a small cliff that overhung, half way up a mountain, looking out at the rest of the majestic chain of them. Taking one last whiff of the wilderness scented air, she stoff up, brushed off her carhart's and grabbed her hiking backpack.
Serena Fejis, an Alaskan girl with red hair as her Irish Ancestor's had, tall for her age, most people thought she was older than her true age of 12. She was far bigger than any average girl, with strong shoulder's and leg's. She was raised to be as rugged as the land she lived on, learning to love the wilderness and all it could teach her with time. It was the only place she felt she belong. She had a proud flare in her itimidating eye's of brown-red, with fleck's of unnerving silver in them.
She could be delcared one of the best fighter's around, alway's thriving to be better. There was nothing more she enjoyed than being out in the wilderness with her dog's. You see, she was a musher, and a well-proved one at that. Even then she could get in a few good book's here and there when she was done with the dog's and no sunlight left to explore. Tamora Pierce was the author she loved more than any other. Sometime's, even, she caught herself dreaming about what it would be like to be one of Tortall's greatest knight's. She lovedher dog's, of course, but, it was ok to just dream...right?
Taking one last look around, the girl whistled for Bailey, her none-sled dog, to follow her. This was one of the few time's she went out without her sled dog's for a run. Bailey was her dog, but was really the family dog. But she was an excellent exploring dog, with Austrailian Shepard and Choclate Lab Mix in her.
But as Serena turned around, earth crumbled under her, making her stumble and tip right over the edge of the rock overhanging. Since it was quite a drop, shock soon dissapeared as the girl tried to land on her pack, just to make the landing even the bit softer.
Depsite as quick as she tried, she plumeted 15, air-born, feet, landing on her left shoulder and arm.
Serena heard an sickening 'Pop' and 'Crack', annoucing the arrival of a very serious problem.
She swore loudly, (Her father was a fisherman, the captian of a boat, so when palettes fell over or a hook got caught in the hand, their speech was very colorful) her face screwed up with pain.
Serena winced as she touched her shoulder, then her arm. Taking a deep breath, she did what she watched the doctor do after she did the same thing 2 year's ago when racing her dog's, she popped her shoulder back into place.
It hurt for a few moment's, then she sighed in relief.
But her arm was a different matter. It was cleanly broken. It wasen't that she haden't ever broken her arm before, but it seemed to be much more painful this time.
She crawled over to a clump of pine tree's, hidden from veiw. Bailey walked over, having had found a way to reach her friend, head lowered. "I'm alright," Serena told her, leaning against a nearby tree. "I'm just gonna stay 'ere a bit. Keep an eye out for our friend's, aye?" The dog thrust it's cold nose under her other arm, resting her head on her stomache. The girl was about to shut her eye's when a glistening caught her careful eye. She moved over and pick up the object. "Hullo, what do we have 'ere?"
It looked like a frosty-clear, long, green, tooth-looking peice of glass, if it even was glass. It was highly unusal, ecspecially all the way out there where nobody expect Serena. The object curved gentally, creating the tooth-shape appearence.
Bailey came over to do her own inspection of the item, sniffing it curiously.
Serena began to sing her own tune softly, moving back to her postion by the tree's, holding the object.
Without any aknowledgment, mist began to creep up, engulfing the girl's body. Bailey began barking viously, arousing Serena from her thought's.
But it was too late.