*A Conspiracy Theory*
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story (except for Eleke, who I created), but belong to the Almighty Tamora Pierce!
A/N: This is my fist fic, but I hope you like it! Any reviews would be welcome, be they flames or praise! This is set in between the time of the immortals and through the POTS.
Sweep. Sweep. The rusty sound of the broom scraping on the floor, sending little clouds of dust into the air, resounded throughout the room, filling the otherwise silent room with noise, reverberating off the walls. No noise filtered off the street into the modest house, it was virtually soundproof.
The woman who was directing the force of the broom in her hands ceased her work and put the broom in the closet and ambled slowly over to the nearest chair. She was weary with her work, but when she sweeped, it was her time to contemplate ideas and thoughts deeply without distraction.
The woman in question was of middle-age, although not many creases lined her face. Muddy brown-blond hair confined in a strict no-nonsense bun, a narrow nose and a delicate shaped mouth graced chestnut coloured eyes framed with long lashes. With this non-descript complexion, she could slip by without anyone taking notice, which suited her just fine.
She sighed. He was late! Where could he possibly be? She was about to start humming her favourite tune when she discovered her throat was parched. Suddenly, two knocks came from her door, just as she was about to fetch herself a drink. A third knock, just for good measure.
"I'm comin'."
Sauntering over to the door, she glanced through the peephole of the door. Her eyes caught sight of a stout man of short stature, in clothes of fine quality but rumpled with food spots. She recognized him, so inched the door open slowly enough to catch a look of the outside world beyond the courtyard, to find it bustling with energy.
"Won't you hurry?" she said, prompting the man to hastily enter the door, as his attention had wondered in the waiting of the door to open. The woman closed the door, reassured by the firm click of the latch. You never knew who might want to overhear a conversation, some people just took to much interest in other peoples business!
"Myles, you certainly took your time!"
" I'm sorry, Eleke, but I was distracted to a certain extent you know how it is, messages being passed on and such" Myles said.
She knew he was hiding something, but he didn't seem to be in any hurry to divulge it. although he was flustered to be questioned so directly, catching himself of guard. She waited without comment to hear what he had to say.
"Listen, we have a situation on our hands about the Royal family from my various sources and from the king himself."
"And what has this got to do with me?" Eleke demanded.
"Well, with the kings permission and knowledge, I have planed to put someone undercover to further discover the source of strife. You are the person I plan to get in."
"Hey, hey, hey! Slow down! Firstly, what is it that you call "strife"? Secondly, I think you neglected to mention exactly why there is a need to have a listener in the Palace and why me? You know that I don't do that sort of stuff anymore " She was annoyed that he had come all the way from Corus to bother her about something she didn't want to know about!
With that he laughed. "Eleke, I saw how you furtively glanced about around the door when letting me in you still have it in you, old habits die hard! And you know that you're the best person I have, even if you have "retired". You're very pores emit an espionage atmosphere where you are otherwise not occupied in those conditions! As to the situation There have been some rumors, which aren't public, about plans of abduction of the younger princes and princesses we want you to go about in a discreet way to find out all you can. Listen, I didn't want to disturb your peace but as I said you're the best"
"Ok, ok! You have me convinced we now will arrange the matter of finance
It's very dear to my heart my service won't come for free "
Myles of Olau sighed dejectedly, he might of won the fight, but not the war! He knew that if she had the chance, she would put her paws on his finance and sap it dry! Well, at least she had agreed.
"Oh, one thing Eleke you will be a maid when you get there so don't arrive in two much decadence."
"What!"
Eleke to a backward glance at the receding view of her village. It was true that she had been staring to feel a bit fidgety in the past few months with nothing to do but she was in no hurry to leave.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and listened to her surroundings: the steady plod of her mares' hooves, and the jingle of the bridle.
"It's going to be a long journey" This was not the ride she was thinking about, but what she was going to face all too soon.
A/N: PHEW!!! Well, how was that? Oh for anyone who seemed to notice little grammar things you may not recognize such as "color' with a u (colour) etc, that's how we spell it in Australia! I hope you enjoyed this, and R/R! I will write more, just as soon as my brain can compute things again!
*A Conspiracy Theory*
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story (except for Eleke, who I created), but belong to the Almighty Tamora Pierce!
A/N: This is my fist fic, but I hope you like it! Any reviews would be welcome, be they flames or praise! This is set in between the time of the immortals and through the POTS.
Sweep. Sweep. The rusty sound of the broom scraping on the floor, sending little clouds of dust into the air, resounded throughout the room, filling the otherwise silent room with noise, reverberating off the walls. No noise filtered off the street into the modest house, it was virtually soundproof.
The woman who was directing the force of the broom in her hands ceased her work and put the broom in the closet and ambled slowly over to the nearest chair. She was weary with her work, but when she sweeped, it was her time to contemplate ideas and thoughts deeply without distraction.
The woman in question was of middle-age, although not many creases lined her face. Muddy brown-blond hair confined in a strict no-nonsense bun, a narrow nose and a delicate shaped mouth graced chestnut coloured eyes framed with long lashes. With this non-descript complexion, she could slip by without anyone taking notice, which suited her just fine.
She sighed. He was late! Where could he possibly be? She was about to start humming her favourite tune when she discovered her throat was parched. Suddenly, two knocks came from her door, just as she was about to fetch herself a drink. A third knock, just for good measure.
"I'm comin'."
Sauntering over to the door, she glanced through the peephole of the door. Her eyes caught sight of a stout man of short stature, in clothes of fine quality but rumpled with food spots. She recognized him, so inched the door open slowly enough to catch a look of the outside world beyond the courtyard, to find it bustling with energy.
"Won't you hurry?" she said, prompting the man to hastily enter the door, as his attention had wondered in the waiting of the door to open. The woman closed the door, reassured by the firm click of the latch. You never knew who might want to overhear a conversation, some people just took to much interest in other peoples business!
"Myles, you certainly took your time!"
" I'm sorry, Eleke, but I was distracted to a certain extent you know how it is, messages being passed on and such" Myles said.
She knew he was hiding something, but he didn't seem to be in any hurry to divulge it. although he was flustered to be questioned so directly, catching himself of guard. She waited without comment to hear what he had to say.
"Listen, we have a situation on our hands about the Royal family from my various sources and from the king himself."
"And what has this got to do with me?" Eleke demanded.
"Well, with the kings permission and knowledge, I have planed to put someone undercover to further discover the source of strife. You are the person I plan to get in."
"Hey, hey, hey! Slow down! Firstly, what is it that you call "strife"? Secondly, I think you neglected to mention exactly why there is a need to have a listener in the Palace and why me? You know that I don't do that sort of stuff anymore " She was annoyed that he had come all the way from Corus to bother her about something she didn't want to know about!
With that he laughed. "Eleke, I saw how you furtively glanced about around the door when letting me in you still have it in you, old habits die hard! And you know that you're the best person I have, even if you have "retired". You're very pores emit an espionage atmosphere where you are otherwise not occupied in those conditions! As to the situation There have been some rumors, which aren't public, about plans of abduction of the younger princes and princesses we want you to go about in a discreet way to find out all you can. Listen, I didn't want to disturb your peace but as I said you're the best"
"Ok, ok! You have me convinced we now will arrange the matter of finance
It's very dear to my heart my service won't come for free "
Myles of Olau sighed dejectedly, he might of won the fight, but not the war! He knew that if she had the chance, she would put her paws on his finance and sap it dry! Well, at least she had agreed.
"Oh, one thing Eleke you will be a maid when you get there so don't arrive in two much decadence."
"What!"
Eleke to a backward glance at the receding view of her village. It was true that she had been staring to feel a bit fidgety in the past few months with nothing to do but she was in no hurry to leave.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and listened to her surroundings: the steady plod of her mares' hooves, and the jingle of the bridle.
"It's going to be a long journey" This was not the ride she was thinking about, but what she was going to face all too soon.
A/N: PHEW!!! Well, how was that? Oh for anyone who seemed to notice little grammar things you may not recognize such as "color' with a u (colour) etc, that's how we spell it in Australia! I hope you enjoyed this, and R/R! I will write more, just as soon as my brain can compute things again!
*A Conspiracy Theory*