Tortallan Rose
Chelsey lay on her bed, reading a book by one of her favorite authors. It was "Trickster's Choice," written by Tamora Pierce, and she was reading it for the second time since she got it the day before. Chelsey was one of those people who once they found a book they liked; they wouldn't put it down until they finished the last page. It was one thirty in the morning, and she had school to get ready for in about five and a half hours. This wouldn't be the first time she had stayed up late reading and she still had some homework to do.
She heard footsteps in the hallway and knew her mom must be letting the family's two puppies, Coby and Sparkey, outside to relieve themselves. She swore under her breathe and quickly turned her lamp off.
Chelsey could feel her eyes getting heavy as she felt around the area beside her, trying to find her desk. She sat the book down and rested her head of light brown curls on her pillow. Sighing, she fell asleep within moments.
A bird sang off in the distance as Chelsey rubbed her eyes. She sat up and could feel cold, hard ground under her, along with a slight breeze kissing her face. Her eyes snapped open.
Chelsey's mouth fell as she stared at her surroundings. She was lying by the side of the dirt road. How the hell did I get here? She asked herself worriedly. This had to be a dream, no, a nightmare that she was going to wake from any second now. To her dismay, she heard a cry up in the air. Chelsey slowly tilted her head upwards and had to shade her eyes from the brightness of the morning sun. She then realized that it wasn't the sun that was so blinding, but light on steel. She looked more closely and saw a creature she remembered from the Tamora Pierce books. It was a stormwing. Chelsey wanted to scream, but at that moment she had little wind in her lungs to even whisper with. T-This can't be happening. Tortall isn't real.......is it? NO! This can't be. I want to wake up and now! This is much too real for my liking.
Chelsey took deep breathes to try and calm her racing heart, but it wasn't helping. Her head hurt and she could feel what little food she had in her stomach coming up. Something stunk. Chelsey, also remembering the putrid smell of stormwings, shuddered. The one that had been flying above her a few minutes ago, swooped down to her side. It was a male who looked to be in his early thirties. His hair was a mess of black tangles and his skin dry. He glared at Chelsey with his piercing black eyes, looking her up and down. She guessed that he would have been handsome, if he had a bath and such.
The stormwing smiled, revealing his sharp, yellowed teeth. He took a hobbling step towards Chelsey and she kicked him away. Not one of her smarter moves, knowing how razor sharp a stormwing's feathers were. The immortal didn't seem upset, only amused at her stupidity. He knew as well as she, how scared, weak, and tired she was.
"Who are you, strange one? Do you not know that I can easily kill you here and now? Haven't you ever heard of a stormwing?" The winged creature asked in a voice as hard as his steel body. Chelsey shook her head, feeling her headache getting worse. She felt dizzy from the smell of the stormwing. Part of it was also the fact that she knew were the smell came from. Chelsey had been trying to hold her breathe, with no luck.
"I-I am Chelsey Coble." She said shakily. The stormwing laughed and spat on the ground next to her hand. She pulled it closer to her body; as if afraid he might rip it off her arm.
"What kind of name is Shell Sea Coble? I'm guessin you aren't noble born since you didn't mention any fief, not one that I would know of anyway." The girl thought about this. She had forgotten about ranks such as nobles and commoners.
She was about to correct the immortal and say her name was Chelsey again, but snapped her mouth shut. She didn't think it would be safe arguing with this monster. Why did it matter anyways? She hoped this wasn't real, but at the same time she did. Chelsey thought about what she would do if she escaped this stormwing. She would probably go straight for the castle. Surely this road led to King Jonathan. Maybe if she reached Corus she would meet some of her favorite characters from the books. That's when a question popped into her mind.
"Um.....what year is it, if you could be so kind as to tell me, sir." She wondered. She saw a hint of laughter in the immortal's eyes. He spat once again before replying.
"I am no sir, but that don't mean I don't enjoy being called so. Now then...." He said as he flapped his steel wings, just enough so that he hovered above the road. "This is the year 469 H.E. Haven't ya ever gotten schooled?" Chelsey shook her head, even though she knew she was lying. She rubbed her temples as she tried to figure out how old everyone was. In the book about Alanna's daughter, Alianne, it was 462 H.E. She subtracted the dates in her head and came to the conclusion that it was seven years after the book. Alianne would be twenty three. Chelsey wondered which of the half rakka princess became queen.
Sighing, the girl stood up and headed down the road towards what she hoped was Corus. She didn't hear the flap of wings that would indicate the stormwing following her and the bad smell slowly became lesser. Chelsey couldn't wait to get to the palace. She had so many questions to ask, even if this was all a dream. She prayed that she would stay asleep long enough to meet one of the three female heroines she had read about in Tamora Pierce's books. Chelsey smiled from ear to ear as she walked down the road.
(This is a story about a girl named Chelsey. It takes place in 469 H.E., seven years after "Trickster's Choice." It is sorta a mix between the book about Alianne, because the girl is entertaining a god, and the Daughters of the Moon books written by Lynn Ewing. Chelsey is given the powers of all the daughters, just because the god thought it would make things more interesting. I do not own a lot of these characters and some of the story ideas. They belong to Lynn Ewing and Tamora Pierce. Anywho, I know this all seems really impossible, but I was bored and started writing this. Sorry this chap. is short. I will not post anymore chapters unless I get at least one post per chap. Hope you enjoyed this. (
Chelsey lay on her bed, reading a book by one of her favorite authors. It was "Trickster's Choice," written by Tamora Pierce, and she was reading it for the second time since she got it the day before. Chelsey was one of those people who once they found a book they liked; they wouldn't put it down until they finished the last page. It was one thirty in the morning, and she had school to get ready for in about five and a half hours. This wouldn't be the first time she had stayed up late reading and she still had some homework to do.
She heard footsteps in the hallway and knew her mom must be letting the family's two puppies, Coby and Sparkey, outside to relieve themselves. She swore under her breathe and quickly turned her lamp off.
Chelsey could feel her eyes getting heavy as she felt around the area beside her, trying to find her desk. She sat the book down and rested her head of light brown curls on her pillow. Sighing, she fell asleep within moments.
A bird sang off in the distance as Chelsey rubbed her eyes. She sat up and could feel cold, hard ground under her, along with a slight breeze kissing her face. Her eyes snapped open.
Chelsey's mouth fell as she stared at her surroundings. She was lying by the side of the dirt road. How the hell did I get here? She asked herself worriedly. This had to be a dream, no, a nightmare that she was going to wake from any second now. To her dismay, she heard a cry up in the air. Chelsey slowly tilted her head upwards and had to shade her eyes from the brightness of the morning sun. She then realized that it wasn't the sun that was so blinding, but light on steel. She looked more closely and saw a creature she remembered from the Tamora Pierce books. It was a stormwing. Chelsey wanted to scream, but at that moment she had little wind in her lungs to even whisper with. T-This can't be happening. Tortall isn't real.......is it? NO! This can't be. I want to wake up and now! This is much too real for my liking.
Chelsey took deep breathes to try and calm her racing heart, but it wasn't helping. Her head hurt and she could feel what little food she had in her stomach coming up. Something stunk. Chelsey, also remembering the putrid smell of stormwings, shuddered. The one that had been flying above her a few minutes ago, swooped down to her side. It was a male who looked to be in his early thirties. His hair was a mess of black tangles and his skin dry. He glared at Chelsey with his piercing black eyes, looking her up and down. She guessed that he would have been handsome, if he had a bath and such.
The stormwing smiled, revealing his sharp, yellowed teeth. He took a hobbling step towards Chelsey and she kicked him away. Not one of her smarter moves, knowing how razor sharp a stormwing's feathers were. The immortal didn't seem upset, only amused at her stupidity. He knew as well as she, how scared, weak, and tired she was.
"Who are you, strange one? Do you not know that I can easily kill you here and now? Haven't you ever heard of a stormwing?" The winged creature asked in a voice as hard as his steel body. Chelsey shook her head, feeling her headache getting worse. She felt dizzy from the smell of the stormwing. Part of it was also the fact that she knew were the smell came from. Chelsey had been trying to hold her breathe, with no luck.
"I-I am Chelsey Coble." She said shakily. The stormwing laughed and spat on the ground next to her hand. She pulled it closer to her body; as if afraid he might rip it off her arm.
"What kind of name is Shell Sea Coble? I'm guessin you aren't noble born since you didn't mention any fief, not one that I would know of anyway." The girl thought about this. She had forgotten about ranks such as nobles and commoners.
She was about to correct the immortal and say her name was Chelsey again, but snapped her mouth shut. She didn't think it would be safe arguing with this monster. Why did it matter anyways? She hoped this wasn't real, but at the same time she did. Chelsey thought about what she would do if she escaped this stormwing. She would probably go straight for the castle. Surely this road led to King Jonathan. Maybe if she reached Corus she would meet some of her favorite characters from the books. That's when a question popped into her mind.
"Um.....what year is it, if you could be so kind as to tell me, sir." She wondered. She saw a hint of laughter in the immortal's eyes. He spat once again before replying.
"I am no sir, but that don't mean I don't enjoy being called so. Now then...." He said as he flapped his steel wings, just enough so that he hovered above the road. "This is the year 469 H.E. Haven't ya ever gotten schooled?" Chelsey shook her head, even though she knew she was lying. She rubbed her temples as she tried to figure out how old everyone was. In the book about Alanna's daughter, Alianne, it was 462 H.E. She subtracted the dates in her head and came to the conclusion that it was seven years after the book. Alianne would be twenty three. Chelsey wondered which of the half rakka princess became queen.
Sighing, the girl stood up and headed down the road towards what she hoped was Corus. She didn't hear the flap of wings that would indicate the stormwing following her and the bad smell slowly became lesser. Chelsey couldn't wait to get to the palace. She had so many questions to ask, even if this was all a dream. She prayed that she would stay asleep long enough to meet one of the three female heroines she had read about in Tamora Pierce's books. Chelsey smiled from ear to ear as she walked down the road.
(This is a story about a girl named Chelsey. It takes place in 469 H.E., seven years after "Trickster's Choice." It is sorta a mix between the book about Alianne, because the girl is entertaining a god, and the Daughters of the Moon books written by Lynn Ewing. Chelsey is given the powers of all the daughters, just because the god thought it would make things more interesting. I do not own a lot of these characters and some of the story ideas. They belong to Lynn Ewing and Tamora Pierce. Anywho, I know this all seems really impossible, but I was bored and started writing this. Sorry this chap. is short. I will not post anymore chapters unless I get at least one post per chap. Hope you enjoyed this. (