This is my first fanfic. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: If you take a look at my writing it will be obvious I am not Tamora Pierce. Everything belongs to her *sniffs*
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Chapter One: Warning
King Jonathan's face went white as he re-read the piece of paper in his hand.
"You're sure?" He asked the Baron George Cooper of Pirate's Swoop, sitting opposite him.
"As sure as can be" His calm compaion answered.
"I knew I was right to trust you" Jonathan said as he gripped his friend's shoulder, thanking him, "It's good to have an ex-thief for a spy"
Jonathan, the newly coronated King of Tortall, read the paper for the third time before sending for his most trusted advisors and friends. One by one they came in. The first one there was Alanna the Lioness, the King's Champion and George's wife. She sat next to George and nodded to Jonathan. Gareth - Gary - of Naxen and Raoul of Golden Lake and Marjorie's Peak came in together, sitting down silently and looking expectantly at the King. He held up his hand, telling them to be patient. Last of all were Duke Baird, Sir Myles of Olau and the Lord Provost, who was in charge of capturing George while he was still a thief. They had recently become good friends. Lord Provost greeted him before sitting down.
"Doubtless, you all know why you're here," Jonathan looked grave. "Ever since the war over the right bank of the Drell River, Tusaine's been nibbling at our borders. News has come through," he nodded at George,"That Tusaine is preparing not to nibble, but to bite. It's all out war, and we've got just over a month. I believe the mountain passes are going to stay closed for that long?" He looked at George and the man nodded.
"Yes. Just over I believe" the ex-thief said.
"Gentlemen, lady, prepare for war."
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Meanwhile, in Tusaine...
King Ain, Duke Hilam and Count Jemis (or Jem) were also having a discussion of their own.
"Don't worry brothers. We'll get them this time." Jem sneered, "That stupid Squire Alan won't get past me again"
"Silence!" King Ain snapped, "The boy is slippery, but he is not the one I want. Your stupid obsession with him is driving me insane. You've talked of nothing else but that since the Drell River war. He is not important! The one we need dead is the King. Him and his cousin Gareth of Naxen, the Younger. Without an Heir, Tortall will have a Civil War and while they're fighting amongst themselves, we'll attack. They won't stand a chance. The Drell River Valley, and hopefully a lot more of Tortall will be ours."
"Duke Roger had it all planned out better than he did..." Duke Hilam muttered.
"What was that?" King Ain snapped.
"Nothing brother, nothing... Are you sure you've got this all planned out thoroughly?" Duke Hilam asked.
"Of course I'm sure. Now get out of my sight! Both of you. You've done nothing but irritate me." King Ain said. "And shut the door on your way out. Goodness knows how many times you've let the draught in."
After they'd gone he muttered to him self, with an evil glint in his eye, "Tortall will be ours."
A large, brown moth that had been sitting there throughout the meeting flew out of the window.
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Really short for a first chapter, but the next one will be longer. :)
r/r. No flames please! Constructive criticism welcome.
Disclaimer: If you take a look at my writing it will be obvious I am not Tamora Pierce. Everything belongs to her *sniffs*
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Chapter One: Warning
King Jonathan's face went white as he re-read the piece of paper in his hand.
"You're sure?" He asked the Baron George Cooper of Pirate's Swoop, sitting opposite him.
"As sure as can be" His calm compaion answered.
"I knew I was right to trust you" Jonathan said as he gripped his friend's shoulder, thanking him, "It's good to have an ex-thief for a spy"
Jonathan, the newly coronated King of Tortall, read the paper for the third time before sending for his most trusted advisors and friends. One by one they came in. The first one there was Alanna the Lioness, the King's Champion and George's wife. She sat next to George and nodded to Jonathan. Gareth - Gary - of Naxen and Raoul of Golden Lake and Marjorie's Peak came in together, sitting down silently and looking expectantly at the King. He held up his hand, telling them to be patient. Last of all were Duke Baird, Sir Myles of Olau and the Lord Provost, who was in charge of capturing George while he was still a thief. They had recently become good friends. Lord Provost greeted him before sitting down.
"Doubtless, you all know why you're here," Jonathan looked grave. "Ever since the war over the right bank of the Drell River, Tusaine's been nibbling at our borders. News has come through," he nodded at George,"That Tusaine is preparing not to nibble, but to bite. It's all out war, and we've got just over a month. I believe the mountain passes are going to stay closed for that long?" He looked at George and the man nodded.
"Yes. Just over I believe" the ex-thief said.
"Gentlemen, lady, prepare for war."
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Meanwhile, in Tusaine...
King Ain, Duke Hilam and Count Jemis (or Jem) were also having a discussion of their own.
"Don't worry brothers. We'll get them this time." Jem sneered, "That stupid Squire Alan won't get past me again"
"Silence!" King Ain snapped, "The boy is slippery, but he is not the one I want. Your stupid obsession with him is driving me insane. You've talked of nothing else but that since the Drell River war. He is not important! The one we need dead is the King. Him and his cousin Gareth of Naxen, the Younger. Without an Heir, Tortall will have a Civil War and while they're fighting amongst themselves, we'll attack. They won't stand a chance. The Drell River Valley, and hopefully a lot more of Tortall will be ours."
"Duke Roger had it all planned out better than he did..." Duke Hilam muttered.
"What was that?" King Ain snapped.
"Nothing brother, nothing... Are you sure you've got this all planned out thoroughly?" Duke Hilam asked.
"Of course I'm sure. Now get out of my sight! Both of you. You've done nothing but irritate me." King Ain said. "And shut the door on your way out. Goodness knows how many times you've let the draught in."
After they'd gone he muttered to him self, with an evil glint in his eye, "Tortall will be ours."
A large, brown moth that had been sitting there throughout the meeting flew out of the window.
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Really short for a first chapter, but the next one will be longer. :)
r/r. No flames please! Constructive criticism welcome.