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Oh, and just in case you dont get it, this fic is set during medieval times
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1416 London, England
A boy about the age of seven waived good-bye to his father as he rode horseback to the
castle where he would become a page and later be trained by the lord of the castle, to someday
become a knight himself. The young boy had long auburn hair, and although he was only a
young boy of seven years old, he looked strong and proud. The one thing that stood out most
among this boy was his strange eyes, instead of seeing a normal color for the iris, such as blue,
green, brown, he instead had red, and where there was meant to be white, it was black, making
them look almost demonic. The young boy wore a linen shirt, hoses also known as pants, and
leather boots, all the boy carried along with him, was a small bag that hung on his back.
As the boy traveled several miles, he was finally in eye-sight of his destination, a very
large stone castle stood looking over the surrounding landscape and town. He rode through the
crowded, narrow streets of the small town, because it was still early in the day, many of the
people were at the market, and in order to reach the castle, the boy had to go right through it.
The market area had been so crowded that the boy decided to get off his horse and walk it until
he was out of the area. There were many merchants making offers and literally pulling people to
look at their goods in order to make a sale, there were bakers, shoemakers, butchers, dyers, and
masons. The young boy also passed a blacksmith, but that wasn't what caught his eye, it was a
young girl around the age of six with piercing emerald green eyes, dark auburn hair, and two
white streaks as bangs sat on a wooden post. As he walked by he too caught the young girls
attention, they locked eyes with each other for mere seconds, then the young girl smiled at him
and hopped off the post and walked into the blacksmith shop.
"Watch where you're going boy." An older man appeared in front of the boy
"Oh, 'scuse me monseiur." The boy focused his attention back on the small, narrow
road, but took one last glance back at the blacksmith shop where he'd seen the girl, then again
focused on the road.
The boy reached the castle bridge, and walked on the wooden planks over the mote,
there standing near the entrance, stood what looked like a squire about 14 years of age. He had
brown hair and blue eyes, he watched as the young boy dismount his horse, and walked over to
him.
"You must be Remy LeBeau, the one who's going to be a page here." The squire took
the reins from the boys hands
"Yes, my name's Remy LeBeau." The red eyed boy followed the squire as he lead his
horse to the stables
"I'm Scottt Summers, we'll put your horse in the stable, then I'll show you to the lord of
the castle."
The boys placed Remy's horse in one of the stalls of the castle stables, then led him
back up to the castle gates and inside, there an older man awaited them.
"Sir, this is Remy LeBeau, he's here to be a page." Scott Summers spoke to the older
man
"Ah yes, LeBeau, as in Jean Luc LeBeau, you must be his son he has told me about,
correct." The older man spoke to Remy
"Yes, you're correct." Remy replied
"Then I have a lot to teach you my young lad." The older man said as he wrapped an
arm around Remy's shoulder
Seven Years Later
"Excellent job Remy, you're doing well, I'm glad to see that you finally have control of
your horse without the use of both of your arms. At least we know that you will surely be able to
ride and hold a weapon at the same time."
Over the last seven years, Remy LeBeau was trained as a page, he had helped his lord
dress and put on armor, he also played many training games, among them was, playing with
blunt wooden swords and a tiny round shield called a buckler, the older Squires also had him
work on lance practice, with a rolling log pulled by two other pages toward a quintin (A quintain
is a target on one end of a swinging board on the other end is a bag full of sand. When the
lance hits the target the rider has to duck or the bag of sand will hit him on the back or
the head.)
"I think I might make a knight out of you yet, Remy."
"Wait and see Monsieur Logan, I will make you proud and be one of the best
knights in England."
"I would love to see that happen my lad, but as of now, you are still a squire,
which means you still have much to learn." Sir Logan tugged at the reins of his horse and
cantered back towards the castle, Remy close behind.
"How was your training today Remy?" A strong muscular boy with dark hair
asked as Remy put his and Sir Logan's horses away in two of the empty stalls.
"It was alright Piotr, tough, but ya know Remy can handle anything Sir Logan
throws at him." Remy replied with a cheeky smile.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, we heard it all before Rem." A boy the same age as Remy and
Piotr, with flaming red hair, walked into the stable and over to where the two other boys
were standing. "Remy LeBeau, Sir Remy LeBeau, the greatest knight in England." The
boy spoke his eyes looked as though he was looking out a great distance.
"Wait and see John, you will beg to be by my side when I become a knight."
John rolled his eyes "I'm sure you will have many clowns lined up at your feet to
be by your side, but I my friend, will not be one of those clowns."
"You mean to tell me, that once I become a knight, you wouldn't stand by my side
and support me?"
Piotr finally spoke up "Of course he and I both would be by your side once you
become a knight."
"Yeah, what are you dumb or something, you think we would leave our best
friends side when he becomes a knight? Maybe he wouldn't be the best knight, but a
knight non the less." John spoke with a smile hanging on his face. Piotr just gave him a
cold glare, as well as Remy.
"Sorry, it was just a joke." John said scratching the back of his head.
Remy and Piotr looked at John and then began to laugh. "You, John, are a piece
of work you know that." Piotr laughed as he grabbed a saddle and mounted it on a post.
"Of course I am Piotr, at least someone can get a laugh out of the two of you, it's
all about work with both of you."
"And that John, is where we, as in Remy and I will go places, whereas you, will
stay a stable boy for the Lord of the castle for the rest of your life." Piotr grinned at the
red haired boy.
"That's not even funny." John place a small pout on his face.
"Then when I do become a knight you will go with us, unless, like Piotr said, you
would rather stay a stable boy for the rest of your pitiful life, then that is fine by me."
Remy spoke to John with a small grin of his own.
"The hell I am! I work just as hard around here as both of you, if not harder."
John said with a triumphant look on his face, that was, until he heard Remy and Piotr's
laughing outburst. "What's so funny? I do work hard."
"Yeah, you work hard John, if you call sleeping in a pile of hay in a horse stall
work." Remy said between fits of laughter
"Well I don't see you cleaning out horse stalls, feeding and watering, and then
going out and working in the fields!" John was starting to get a little irritated
"And I don't see you getting knocked off your horse by a large log, or getting beat
upside the head by a blunt sword, or having to help around the castle, or deal with the
younger pages who have no clue what they're doing, or..."
"Alright, alright, I get it Remy, so maybe you do work a little bit harder then me, a
little bit, but I wasn't the one who wanted to become a knight."
"John, becoming a knight is an honor, as well as being able to be around and
helping one."
"Yeah I know Piotr, I've heard this all from you two before."
"Then why must we always explain it from the beginning to you every other day?"
"Because Piotr..." John jumped off the post he was sitting on and started walking
out of the stable, but before he walked out he turned around, "it's always fun to see how
serious and uptight the two of you get over the whole thing, you should honestly see the
both of you." John then walked out of the stables laughing at the expression both Piotr
and Remy had on their faces. "Priceless!" Was all Remy and Piotr could hear as John
walked across the fields.
"I just don't understand him." Piotr said as he shook his head.
"You and me both, he goes from one extreme to the other, I think he's a bit messed up." Remy pointed to his head, and Piotr again went into another laughing fit.
"I think he could be a little more then messed up my friend."
"Most likely." Remy and Piotr walked out, locked the stable, and walked towards the castle.
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OK, that was chatper one, so what do you think of the fic? Drop me a review and tell
me if you like it or hate it, I should most likely have this updated at the latest in two
weeks, but sometimes stuff comes up and I can't update, but I will try my best not to wait
that long.
I'm also in need of a beta reader who has AOL Instant Messenger, it would work better
so I can discuss the fic. So if you're interested, drop me an e-mail:
rogue_fan1309@yahoo.com, or IM me: beatles fan 1309
Thanks! I would also like to apologize if the format was a little messed up, my computer gets screwed up from time to time. ~roguefan1309~
Read and Review Please
Oh, and just in case you dont get it, this fic is set during medieval times
~~~~~~~~~~~~
1416 London, England
A boy about the age of seven waived good-bye to his father as he rode horseback to the
castle where he would become a page and later be trained by the lord of the castle, to someday
become a knight himself. The young boy had long auburn hair, and although he was only a
young boy of seven years old, he looked strong and proud. The one thing that stood out most
among this boy was his strange eyes, instead of seeing a normal color for the iris, such as blue,
green, brown, he instead had red, and where there was meant to be white, it was black, making
them look almost demonic. The young boy wore a linen shirt, hoses also known as pants, and
leather boots, all the boy carried along with him, was a small bag that hung on his back.
As the boy traveled several miles, he was finally in eye-sight of his destination, a very
large stone castle stood looking over the surrounding landscape and town. He rode through the
crowded, narrow streets of the small town, because it was still early in the day, many of the
people were at the market, and in order to reach the castle, the boy had to go right through it.
The market area had been so crowded that the boy decided to get off his horse and walk it until
he was out of the area. There were many merchants making offers and literally pulling people to
look at their goods in order to make a sale, there were bakers, shoemakers, butchers, dyers, and
masons. The young boy also passed a blacksmith, but that wasn't what caught his eye, it was a
young girl around the age of six with piercing emerald green eyes, dark auburn hair, and two
white streaks as bangs sat on a wooden post. As he walked by he too caught the young girls
attention, they locked eyes with each other for mere seconds, then the young girl smiled at him
and hopped off the post and walked into the blacksmith shop.
"Watch where you're going boy." An older man appeared in front of the boy
"Oh, 'scuse me monseiur." The boy focused his attention back on the small, narrow
road, but took one last glance back at the blacksmith shop where he'd seen the girl, then again
focused on the road.
The boy reached the castle bridge, and walked on the wooden planks over the mote,
there standing near the entrance, stood what looked like a squire about 14 years of age. He had
brown hair and blue eyes, he watched as the young boy dismount his horse, and walked over to
him.
"You must be Remy LeBeau, the one who's going to be a page here." The squire took
the reins from the boys hands
"Yes, my name's Remy LeBeau." The red eyed boy followed the squire as he lead his
horse to the stables
"I'm Scottt Summers, we'll put your horse in the stable, then I'll show you to the lord of
the castle."
The boys placed Remy's horse in one of the stalls of the castle stables, then led him
back up to the castle gates and inside, there an older man awaited them.
"Sir, this is Remy LeBeau, he's here to be a page." Scott Summers spoke to the older
man
"Ah yes, LeBeau, as in Jean Luc LeBeau, you must be his son he has told me about,
correct." The older man spoke to Remy
"Yes, you're correct." Remy replied
"Then I have a lot to teach you my young lad." The older man said as he wrapped an
arm around Remy's shoulder
Seven Years Later
"Excellent job Remy, you're doing well, I'm glad to see that you finally have control of
your horse without the use of both of your arms. At least we know that you will surely be able to
ride and hold a weapon at the same time."
Over the last seven years, Remy LeBeau was trained as a page, he had helped his lord
dress and put on armor, he also played many training games, among them was, playing with
blunt wooden swords and a tiny round shield called a buckler, the older Squires also had him
work on lance practice, with a rolling log pulled by two other pages toward a quintin (A quintain
is a target on one end of a swinging board on the other end is a bag full of sand. When the
lance hits the target the rider has to duck or the bag of sand will hit him on the back or
the head.)
"I think I might make a knight out of you yet, Remy."
"Wait and see Monsieur Logan, I will make you proud and be one of the best
knights in England."
"I would love to see that happen my lad, but as of now, you are still a squire,
which means you still have much to learn." Sir Logan tugged at the reins of his horse and
cantered back towards the castle, Remy close behind.
"How was your training today Remy?" A strong muscular boy with dark hair
asked as Remy put his and Sir Logan's horses away in two of the empty stalls.
"It was alright Piotr, tough, but ya know Remy can handle anything Sir Logan
throws at him." Remy replied with a cheeky smile.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, we heard it all before Rem." A boy the same age as Remy and
Piotr, with flaming red hair, walked into the stable and over to where the two other boys
were standing. "Remy LeBeau, Sir Remy LeBeau, the greatest knight in England." The
boy spoke his eyes looked as though he was looking out a great distance.
"Wait and see John, you will beg to be by my side when I become a knight."
John rolled his eyes "I'm sure you will have many clowns lined up at your feet to
be by your side, but I my friend, will not be one of those clowns."
"You mean to tell me, that once I become a knight, you wouldn't stand by my side
and support me?"
Piotr finally spoke up "Of course he and I both would be by your side once you
become a knight."
"Yeah, what are you dumb or something, you think we would leave our best
friends side when he becomes a knight? Maybe he wouldn't be the best knight, but a
knight non the less." John spoke with a smile hanging on his face. Piotr just gave him a
cold glare, as well as Remy.
"Sorry, it was just a joke." John said scratching the back of his head.
Remy and Piotr looked at John and then began to laugh. "You, John, are a piece
of work you know that." Piotr laughed as he grabbed a saddle and mounted it on a post.
"Of course I am Piotr, at least someone can get a laugh out of the two of you, it's
all about work with both of you."
"And that John, is where we, as in Remy and I will go places, whereas you, will
stay a stable boy for the Lord of the castle for the rest of your life." Piotr grinned at the
red haired boy.
"That's not even funny." John place a small pout on his face.
"Then when I do become a knight you will go with us, unless, like Piotr said, you
would rather stay a stable boy for the rest of your pitiful life, then that is fine by me."
Remy spoke to John with a small grin of his own.
"The hell I am! I work just as hard around here as both of you, if not harder."
John said with a triumphant look on his face, that was, until he heard Remy and Piotr's
laughing outburst. "What's so funny? I do work hard."
"Yeah, you work hard John, if you call sleeping in a pile of hay in a horse stall
work." Remy said between fits of laughter
"Well I don't see you cleaning out horse stalls, feeding and watering, and then
going out and working in the fields!" John was starting to get a little irritated
"And I don't see you getting knocked off your horse by a large log, or getting beat
upside the head by a blunt sword, or having to help around the castle, or deal with the
younger pages who have no clue what they're doing, or..."
"Alright, alright, I get it Remy, so maybe you do work a little bit harder then me, a
little bit, but I wasn't the one who wanted to become a knight."
"John, becoming a knight is an honor, as well as being able to be around and
helping one."
"Yeah I know Piotr, I've heard this all from you two before."
"Then why must we always explain it from the beginning to you every other day?"
"Because Piotr..." John jumped off the post he was sitting on and started walking
out of the stable, but before he walked out he turned around, "it's always fun to see how
serious and uptight the two of you get over the whole thing, you should honestly see the
both of you." John then walked out of the stables laughing at the expression both Piotr
and Remy had on their faces. "Priceless!" Was all Remy and Piotr could hear as John
walked across the fields.
"I just don't understand him." Piotr said as he shook his head.
"You and me both, he goes from one extreme to the other, I think he's a bit messed up." Remy pointed to his head, and Piotr again went into another laughing fit.
"I think he could be a little more then messed up my friend."
"Most likely." Remy and Piotr walked out, locked the stable, and walked towards the castle.
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OK, that was chatper one, so what do you think of the fic? Drop me a review and tell
me if you like it or hate it, I should most likely have this updated at the latest in two
weeks, but sometimes stuff comes up and I can't update, but I will try my best not to wait
that long.
I'm also in need of a beta reader who has AOL Instant Messenger, it would work better
so I can discuss the fic. So if you're interested, drop me an e-mail:
rogue_fan1309@yahoo.com, or IM me: beatles fan 1309
Thanks! I would also like to apologize if the format was a little messed up, my computer gets screwed up from time to time. ~roguefan1309~