Ok, this is a story that I thought of randomly during one of my many re-readings of Squire. It is set during the end of Squire and I won't tell you why now. You won't know who my characters are until the line unless you are very clever. (if you can tell me who the third on is then I will write your name up on the next chapter.) Please review. I love reviews but I hardly get any and it makes me very sad. :( so REVIEW!
TPJ!
Summer 460 HE. In the twentieth year of the reign of Jonathan IV and Thayet, his queen.
Keladry of Mindelan looked down at the note that had just been slid under her door. I was written on a piece of parchment that matched the notes that had accompanied the many gifts from her anonymous benefactor and was written in the same cursive script. It said very simply,
Lady Squire Keladry of Mindelan,
You have inspired a generation. Go to the practice courts, I know you will like what you see.
Kel walked down to the practice courts and wondered why her benefactor had sent her a present when there was no special occasion. The other times when Kel had received a gift had been when she had finished her probationary period, on her birthday and on midsummer's day. Never just on a normal day. Of course it was a special day for her, she was cleaner than she'd been in weeks and THAT was something special. She stood at the gate to the hand to hand combat yard. She looked out over the pages and realised that it must be the start of another term, autumn. She could tell because of the clumsy stance of some of the younger looking pages and the sweat that was coating the older pages who had no doubt lost all their fitness over their long break. She wondered what on earth she was supposed to be doing here and started walking around the perimeter to get into the court where pages practiced staff-work. That was when she froze. She knew that face, that was the face of Clairinia of Hunter's Ridge. The youngest of three sisters... This was even better than the other presents from her Anonymous Benefactor.
'Clairinia stop fidgetting!' The two girls outside Lord Padraig's office were both very nervous. Clairinia was twisting her hands anxiously in her lap while she was waiting. Her sister was pacing up and down in front of her.
'Only if you sit down,' the younger girl retorted. Her sister sighed and sat down.
'Hunter's Ridge,' a voice called. The girls looked at each other. Then at their father. He smiled encouragingly down at them.
'Fi, he'll want you first. I'll come back for you Claire, don't you worry.' With that he almost dragged his eldest daughter into the room. The door swung shut with a loud bang and horrible finality. Clairinia winced and took over her sister's pacing.
So, do you know number three's name? Technically she's number two but still. I didn't use Fi's name deliberately just so you couldn't remember easily. sigh I'm so evil. I have a vague plan but any ideas will help.
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TPJ!