When I asked Sir Alanna if night training would be hard she out right laughed.
"Girl, Hard is a soft simple word that describes the Saturdays and Sundays you have off." She said. "But you can do it lass, you can do it." And when I asked Lady knight Kel that question she got a twinkle in her eyes.
"Yes, it will be hard, but girl it's worth it." That encouraged me. So I decided I would become a knight. No matter how hard it would be.
So, I found myself in the tailor's room. Letting him measure me for my tunic, for my shoes, and such.
It has been about two years sense Lady knight Kel became a knight. I decided I would be the next girl to become a knight.
My hands still feel the vibrations from my anger disposal-a hardy stick and a tree.
I had finished in tears and splintering the stick into pieces.
The tree was battered up good, and my hands felt numb and tingly from the force I had given it.
My anger spent I ran off back to the castle. I didn't even seem to breath as I ran up the hill. But when I got to the top and into the gardens of the kitchen. I wasn't suppose to be in there-as a To-be-Page. But I didn't care.
I ran through the kitchen swiping my favorite cream cheese tart and ran to my room.
It had been given to me earlier that day-and I had been told about the trial period-the trial period that boys didn't have to go through-but I did.
That was why I had expelled my anger down in the woods.
But that's alright. I will show them that even with a handicap I would beat them, and win just like Kel did. Just like Alanna did.
I would beat their butts.
I talked this way to my self to encourage myself. I knew I wasn't going to be the best in class. I wasn't going to be the best.
But heck, I was going to try my hardest.