Hello Readers,
This is my first Jane And The Dragon Fanfiction, please be nice, I am trying to make the characters fit as much as possible without making the OC. I like constructive criticism.
Cheers, QueenOfIFS
"It will be far too big for a long time, Jane, but you will grow into it soon," a young jester whispered to his even younger, red-headed friend.
Jane nodded, as she listened intently. Her best friend had given her something that would bring her closer to what she wanted to be: a knight.
Jane had always heard stories of what knights were. They were strong, powerful men who had swords, rode horses, saved princesses and fought in battles. Jane had always wanted to be a knight. The very thought of going into battle excited her, unlike many young girls of her age. She wanted to be the one who destroys the enermy, have crowds of people around her cheering and saying, 'Look at Jane, the first female knight', and to be the do-gooder of the kingdom.
Unfortunately, her mother had made her stubborn point about what Jane should be: a lady-in-waiting. One who has to be avaliable to her Queen every second of every day. Jane did not want to be that, it was just too boring. Still, her mother had thrown her point out there like a cold bucket of water, shattering Jane's dreams.
"I also have something else," Jester whispered even more quietly than the first time.
He tip toed over to the chest under his bed, opened it ever so silently, and handed the heavy metal object to Jane.
"It's a practise sword. Unlike the armour, it is about the right size for you, and will suit for the next couple of years."
"Thankyou," Jane replied, looking at the old, blunt sword,"It's a bit heavy."
Jester laughed, "yes, it is a bit. But once you start training as a knight it will feel as light as a feather to you."
Jane hugged her friend.
"Thankyou," she said once again, "What can I do to repay you?"
Jester thought for a moment, "I want you to do your very best while traing to be a knight, can you promise me that?"
"Yes, that is a promise that I will never break," the young girl replied.
It was midnight, they ran back to Jane's room silently, carrying Jane's armour and sword. Her parents were sound asleep in the next room. The two children hid Jane's belongings under the few broken floor boards under her bed. All that could be heard was the occasional quiet whisper of a voice, a clatter of the armour, and then silence. Jane's parents did not wake up throughout the time Jane and Jester had hidden her armour and sword.