Yamani Princess
Chapter 1: Whispers of the Past.
"...But she needs a father in her life!"
That was her mother's voice Jo was sure now. However, she had never heard her show such raw emotion before.
"Well what sort of child needs a father like me?"
But whom did this new voice belong to?
"This child does! Who do you think you are to...."
Her mother's voice trailed off as Jo woke up, slightly panting.
She got up and walked over to the windowsill, to pour a glass of water from the chilled jug of water.
What did these dreams mean?
For this was the 6th time she had dreamt of her mother since coming here but it was the first time she had heard the stranger. She was positive that it must be her real father though. Why else would they be talking about me like that. And who else would be able to make her mother loose her Yamani cool like that! For the 10 years that Jo had known her mother she had never ever raised her voice like that.
If only she was alive now. Then I could ask who the other voice belongs to. For Jo's mother had died the year before to terrible disease that had raged on the islands 5 years after the immortals war. It had taken them 15 years to stop it. If only they had found the cure before she died.
When her mother had died Jo had been sent to Tortall to live with her mothers best friend, Lady Ilane of Mindelan. It hadn't been so bad living with her. Though it could get lonely, them being the only people living in the castle apart from the servants, since Baron Piers had left to help with the training, and everyone else was off being knights. But she had been very supportive her when she decide to become a page. Though Jo did become a bit guilty when she left.
Though Jo did know some stuff about her father. She knew she had one of his eyes. Not a real eye, but one of her eyes was exactly the same as his. Cold and blue. And she also knew he was of Stone Mountain, but had been forbidden to ask his first name. It was as though her mother had been ashamed. And she knew she had no hope of finding out. Stone Mountain was far to big a place and she had no idea what he looked like apart from his eyes and also the colour of his hair. White-blonde. Just like mine.
Chapter 1: Whispers of the Past.
"...But she needs a father in her life!"
That was her mother's voice Jo was sure now. However, she had never heard her show such raw emotion before.
"Well what sort of child needs a father like me?"
But whom did this new voice belong to?
"This child does! Who do you think you are to...."
Her mother's voice trailed off as Jo woke up, slightly panting.
She got up and walked over to the windowsill, to pour a glass of water from the chilled jug of water.
What did these dreams mean?
For this was the 6th time she had dreamt of her mother since coming here but it was the first time she had heard the stranger. She was positive that it must be her real father though. Why else would they be talking about me like that. And who else would be able to make her mother loose her Yamani cool like that! For the 10 years that Jo had known her mother she had never ever raised her voice like that.
If only she was alive now. Then I could ask who the other voice belongs to. For Jo's mother had died the year before to terrible disease that had raged on the islands 5 years after the immortals war. It had taken them 15 years to stop it. If only they had found the cure before she died.
When her mother had died Jo had been sent to Tortall to live with her mothers best friend, Lady Ilane of Mindelan. It hadn't been so bad living with her. Though it could get lonely, them being the only people living in the castle apart from the servants, since Baron Piers had left to help with the training, and everyone else was off being knights. But she had been very supportive her when she decide to become a page. Though Jo did become a bit guilty when she left.
Though Jo did know some stuff about her father. She knew she had one of his eyes. Not a real eye, but one of her eyes was exactly the same as his. Cold and blue. And she also knew he was of Stone Mountain, but had been forbidden to ask his first name. It was as though her mother had been ashamed. And she knew she had no hope of finding out. Stone Mountain was far to big a place and she had no idea what he looked like apart from his eyes and also the colour of his hair. White-blonde. Just like mine.