Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in this story, except for the
character Brita. SO DON'T use it! I wish I owned Heath Ledger, but that's
beside the point.
Chapter 1.
"Wat! STOP! You're going to kill yourself!" Roland yelled as Wat attempted to try some more stupid stunts that Chaucer was daring him into. They were all gathered at a table in a local bar in London. Wat was drunk off his gourd and probably didn't even realize what he was doing. He was now hanging from the low rafters, about to jump from one to the other. Geoff found this highly amusing, but Roland and Kate were trying to convince Wat to come down. "Oh come off it Roland, he's just having a bit of fun!" Geoff commented, laughing as Wat struggled to keep hold of the rafter. Roland glared at Geoff and mumbled, then grabbed one of Wats legs to pull him down. Kate grabbed the other, and finally they got Wat to jump down. "I WAS going to do it you know! I was..really..going.too." Wat slurred as he slowly sunk into a chair next to Roland. "Sure you were Wat, we believe you.", smirked Geoff, trying to provoke Wat again. Roland shot a glance at Geoff again, giving him a look that made Geoff quiet down. "Where is Will"? Wat asked, looking around with his bloodshot eyes. "He went out for a walk." Replied Kate, patting Wat on the back. "Oh.where to?" Wat asked, taking another chug of beer, until Roland snatched it away. "We're not sure. He just wanted to clear his head, I think." Roland said. "Yeah, after winning the World Championships yesterday, he's been in a daze state.", Agreed Geoff. Meanwhile, on the streets of London, Will was slowly sauntering along, his mind swirling with thoughts. Everything from winning, to his father, to Jocelyn, to what he was hungry for. He couldn't think straight. Instead he looked around, and smiled at the familiar scenery. It was just after sunset, and everything was starting to get darker. The damp streets glistened with a sparkle as the moon's glow reflected on them. He remembered when he was a boy, walking these streets with his father, when they'd be especially lucky one day, making enough money to buy some proper bread. It was a rare occasion that he was able to go to London. He was usually confined to his town Cheapside, right next to London. It was only on special days that his father took him to London. He remembered everything about those days, and his childhood. How long ago it all seemed now. Even yesterday, the World Championships, seemed a lifetime ago. His mind wondered to Jocelyn. Her beautiful face, charming smile, and enchanting laugh. He felt so lucky to have her, yet at the same time he felt he was missing something. He couldn't quite place it. After winning yesterday, they'd taken a stroll along the streets. He was happy, and she was happy, but something didn't feel right. She wouldn't stop talking about how much she was glad that he won, so now they could settle down in a castle somewhere, and he could stop the silly sport of jousting. Will sighed heavily. He knew that was what was wrong. Jocelyn wanted him to stop jousting, and settle down. But he didn't want that. He wanted to keep traveling, keep jousting, and have her travel with him. The thought of stopping, well, it didn't settle well with him. He felt as though he had just begun. In a way, he thought to himself, he had. All his matches before the Championships were as Sir Ulrich Von Liechtenstein. After he was knighted, his matches became under his new name, Sir William Thatcher. He felt that his jousting career as Sir William had just begun. He didn't want to quit now. But how was he going to explain this to Jocelyn? That was what he was contemplating now, as he was on his way to her fathers castle, where she was staying. Brita Sinclair yawned heavily as she walked briskly down the street. Her shoes clicked the cobblestone loudly under her feet. She wasn't looking forward to where she was headed. Back to the pub, where her father insisted she work. Why though? She would never know. Her interest wasn't in serving overly drunk men more beer to get them further intoxicated. No, she wanted to be free, roam the countries, and most of all, watch jousting tournaments. Jousting was where her heart was. Every time she pasted the lists, she would catch a glance inside to see the action. The moment the lances would crush against a knights armor, her heart jumped. It gave her such a rush to watch the fights, and cheer for the knight that appealed to her most. She wished so much that she could travel with a knight, and help him with his practicing, but most of all, travel. It was her dream to travel. She wanted to explore the world, and go places she had never seen, only heard about. How exhilarating it must be, to go where ever your heart takes you. Her mind focused on knights at the moment. Her father had been kind enough to let her attend the World Championships. She was most excited as she stood in the massive crowd, and cheered with all the other fans. But one knight had caught her eye. The one knight that she swore she recognized. Sir Ulrich Von Liechtenstein. For the few beginning matches, she was awed by his skill that he had as he would thrust his lance into another knights chest. But after the first day, she noticed he was gone. But, she knew that he was one of the best! She found out from another peasant that he had actually been a lowly man all along, and was going to be persecuted the next afternoon. Her heart was torn at the news. She went to the sight where he was to be killed, only to learn that he was actually an ancient descendent of royalty. The Black Prince knighted him, and he became Sir William Thatcher. At that moment, she knew why she recognized him. He was Will, the scrawny, bushy haired boy that she was best friends with as a child. They would play together every day, with the other children. They had bonded so well, and her heart was broken when Will's father had taken Will away when they were 10. She had never seen him again. That is, until now. That was all Brita could think about, even now, a day later, on her way to her stupid job at the pub. She missed Will so much, but figured he would never remember her. He looked the same. The same wild dirty blond hair, beautiful clear brown eyes, and a smile (one that she had seen after he won the championship) that melted her heart. But unfortunately for her, she had seen the way he kissed that pretty woman after he won, also. She sighed. She'd never be good enough for him now anyway. Her eyes were now fixed on the rocky road below, watching her step as she walked. Suddenly, she felt herself thrust into someone else, bumping into them forcefully. She gasped and stepped back, and started to say an apology, when her eyes raised themselves to the stranger's face. It was him. Will. She had found him at last.
A/N: Do you all like it? Please review! This is just the first chapter, DON'T worry! Its not done yet!
Chapter 1.
"Wat! STOP! You're going to kill yourself!" Roland yelled as Wat attempted to try some more stupid stunts that Chaucer was daring him into. They were all gathered at a table in a local bar in London. Wat was drunk off his gourd and probably didn't even realize what he was doing. He was now hanging from the low rafters, about to jump from one to the other. Geoff found this highly amusing, but Roland and Kate were trying to convince Wat to come down. "Oh come off it Roland, he's just having a bit of fun!" Geoff commented, laughing as Wat struggled to keep hold of the rafter. Roland glared at Geoff and mumbled, then grabbed one of Wats legs to pull him down. Kate grabbed the other, and finally they got Wat to jump down. "I WAS going to do it you know! I was..really..going.too." Wat slurred as he slowly sunk into a chair next to Roland. "Sure you were Wat, we believe you.", smirked Geoff, trying to provoke Wat again. Roland shot a glance at Geoff again, giving him a look that made Geoff quiet down. "Where is Will"? Wat asked, looking around with his bloodshot eyes. "He went out for a walk." Replied Kate, patting Wat on the back. "Oh.where to?" Wat asked, taking another chug of beer, until Roland snatched it away. "We're not sure. He just wanted to clear his head, I think." Roland said. "Yeah, after winning the World Championships yesterday, he's been in a daze state.", Agreed Geoff. Meanwhile, on the streets of London, Will was slowly sauntering along, his mind swirling with thoughts. Everything from winning, to his father, to Jocelyn, to what he was hungry for. He couldn't think straight. Instead he looked around, and smiled at the familiar scenery. It was just after sunset, and everything was starting to get darker. The damp streets glistened with a sparkle as the moon's glow reflected on them. He remembered when he was a boy, walking these streets with his father, when they'd be especially lucky one day, making enough money to buy some proper bread. It was a rare occasion that he was able to go to London. He was usually confined to his town Cheapside, right next to London. It was only on special days that his father took him to London. He remembered everything about those days, and his childhood. How long ago it all seemed now. Even yesterday, the World Championships, seemed a lifetime ago. His mind wondered to Jocelyn. Her beautiful face, charming smile, and enchanting laugh. He felt so lucky to have her, yet at the same time he felt he was missing something. He couldn't quite place it. After winning yesterday, they'd taken a stroll along the streets. He was happy, and she was happy, but something didn't feel right. She wouldn't stop talking about how much she was glad that he won, so now they could settle down in a castle somewhere, and he could stop the silly sport of jousting. Will sighed heavily. He knew that was what was wrong. Jocelyn wanted him to stop jousting, and settle down. But he didn't want that. He wanted to keep traveling, keep jousting, and have her travel with him. The thought of stopping, well, it didn't settle well with him. He felt as though he had just begun. In a way, he thought to himself, he had. All his matches before the Championships were as Sir Ulrich Von Liechtenstein. After he was knighted, his matches became under his new name, Sir William Thatcher. He felt that his jousting career as Sir William had just begun. He didn't want to quit now. But how was he going to explain this to Jocelyn? That was what he was contemplating now, as he was on his way to her fathers castle, where she was staying. Brita Sinclair yawned heavily as she walked briskly down the street. Her shoes clicked the cobblestone loudly under her feet. She wasn't looking forward to where she was headed. Back to the pub, where her father insisted she work. Why though? She would never know. Her interest wasn't in serving overly drunk men more beer to get them further intoxicated. No, she wanted to be free, roam the countries, and most of all, watch jousting tournaments. Jousting was where her heart was. Every time she pasted the lists, she would catch a glance inside to see the action. The moment the lances would crush against a knights armor, her heart jumped. It gave her such a rush to watch the fights, and cheer for the knight that appealed to her most. She wished so much that she could travel with a knight, and help him with his practicing, but most of all, travel. It was her dream to travel. She wanted to explore the world, and go places she had never seen, only heard about. How exhilarating it must be, to go where ever your heart takes you. Her mind focused on knights at the moment. Her father had been kind enough to let her attend the World Championships. She was most excited as she stood in the massive crowd, and cheered with all the other fans. But one knight had caught her eye. The one knight that she swore she recognized. Sir Ulrich Von Liechtenstein. For the few beginning matches, she was awed by his skill that he had as he would thrust his lance into another knights chest. But after the first day, she noticed he was gone. But, she knew that he was one of the best! She found out from another peasant that he had actually been a lowly man all along, and was going to be persecuted the next afternoon. Her heart was torn at the news. She went to the sight where he was to be killed, only to learn that he was actually an ancient descendent of royalty. The Black Prince knighted him, and he became Sir William Thatcher. At that moment, she knew why she recognized him. He was Will, the scrawny, bushy haired boy that she was best friends with as a child. They would play together every day, with the other children. They had bonded so well, and her heart was broken when Will's father had taken Will away when they were 10. She had never seen him again. That is, until now. That was all Brita could think about, even now, a day later, on her way to her stupid job at the pub. She missed Will so much, but figured he would never remember her. He looked the same. The same wild dirty blond hair, beautiful clear brown eyes, and a smile (one that she had seen after he won the championship) that melted her heart. But unfortunately for her, she had seen the way he kissed that pretty woman after he won, also. She sighed. She'd never be good enough for him now anyway. Her eyes were now fixed on the rocky road below, watching her step as she walked. Suddenly, she felt herself thrust into someone else, bumping into them forcefully. She gasped and stepped back, and started to say an apology, when her eyes raised themselves to the stranger's face. It was him. Will. She had found him at last.
A/N: Do you all like it? Please review! This is just the first chapter, DON'T worry! Its not done yet!