Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Tamora Pierce's
Notes: Umm well I've never done this before I hope you like it please read and review but if you hate it don't tell me to stop writing just stop reading please constructive critisism not ' I hate you you are an evil wenchy poo' Enough Notes lets start this!
Alanna of Trebond set out to become at night in the city of Corus, disguised as her brother. She knew she was doing something no one else had done and she knew she would face problems but she was determined and she would become a night
Meanwhile, in the far off land of Parnifu another young girl was heading towards the same fate. Larie had been abandoned by her mother at birth on the doorstep of the baron's manor. Luckily, Baron Capila was kind hearted and took the small orphan in. Now the little bundle that had been left on his doorstep was growing up. She had reached the age to go off and become lady-like but she wanted to go anywhere but the convent. What she really wanted to do was be a knight, she had learned many combat skills growing up on the manor without proper parents. Don't get me wrong Dan Capila was a great man but he was not exactly the best father and he was not married. So when the time came for Larie to leave she told the Baron of her dreams of being a knight. Though he tried his best to persuade her not to he wanted to let her make her own decisions. So that is how it came to be that with her hair all chopped off (it had been down to her knees), her golden mare, and under the name of Larric that she set off to the capital of Tortall. With her came own of her maid friends to help her through all the troubles that were sure to come.
Alanna and Larie reached the capital on a bright and sunny day. Larie watched all the activity of the busy city with wonder. When Larie reached the palace gate she noticeda short boy with red hair in front of her. She fingered her now very short light brown hair nervously would this boy notice her? Could people still tell she was a girl? Alanna was thinking much the same thoughts.
Larie was very nervous the first few days and very tired. When the time had come to be chosen by a sponsor she had been chosen near last by a fourth year page whose name Larie couldn't remember. Larie was not good with names it took her along time to remember the names even of her closest friends. Life as a page was hard, they were always working with no breaks except to eat and sleep. The training was physically challenging but Larie was strong after practicing many years with palace gaurds and sometimes visiting knights. Her favorite class was riding since she was one of the few pages with there own horse. Difficulties arose at the bathing accommodations, all the boys bathed together. Larie had to bath in a rivier and rarely got hot water. Dispite very little free time and certain complications due to her circumstances Larie was happy with her situation. She was doing what she had always wanted to do and starting to make friends, sort of. She usually sat near the short boy she had seen at the gate, Alan of Trebond, and his older page friends. They seemed to accept her, but they seemed to favor Alan. Could they tell?
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After a month or two Larie started to fall into a pattern and became used to life as a page. Larie was know good friends with Alan, Gary, Raoul, and even prince Jon, who was just like one of the other pages despite his royal title.
The younger pages were starting fencing lessons. Larie was paired with Alan who had some trouble with the sword at first though she learned quickly and could soon easily match and almost surpass the skill of Larie that had taken her years to develop.
Note: Please tell me what you think! I rather like it! ( please don't tell me I need to shrink my ego) I'll try to write more later but this class is almost over so I need to end this chapter)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Tamora Pierce's
Notes: Umm well I've never done this before I hope you like it please read and review but if you hate it don't tell me to stop writing just stop reading please constructive critisism not ' I hate you you are an evil wenchy poo' Enough Notes lets start this!
Alanna of Trebond set out to become at night in the city of Corus, disguised as her brother. She knew she was doing something no one else had done and she knew she would face problems but she was determined and she would become a night
Meanwhile, in the far off land of Parnifu another young girl was heading towards the same fate. Larie had been abandoned by her mother at birth on the doorstep of the baron's manor. Luckily, Baron Capila was kind hearted and took the small orphan in. Now the little bundle that had been left on his doorstep was growing up. She had reached the age to go off and become lady-like but she wanted to go anywhere but the convent. What she really wanted to do was be a knight, she had learned many combat skills growing up on the manor without proper parents. Don't get me wrong Dan Capila was a great man but he was not exactly the best father and he was not married. So when the time came for Larie to leave she told the Baron of her dreams of being a knight. Though he tried his best to persuade her not to he wanted to let her make her own decisions. So that is how it came to be that with her hair all chopped off (it had been down to her knees), her golden mare, and under the name of Larric that she set off to the capital of Tortall. With her came own of her maid friends to help her through all the troubles that were sure to come.
Alanna and Larie reached the capital on a bright and sunny day. Larie watched all the activity of the busy city with wonder. When Larie reached the palace gate she noticeda short boy with red hair in front of her. She fingered her now very short light brown hair nervously would this boy notice her? Could people still tell she was a girl? Alanna was thinking much the same thoughts.
Larie was very nervous the first few days and very tired. When the time had come to be chosen by a sponsor she had been chosen near last by a fourth year page whose name Larie couldn't remember. Larie was not good with names it took her along time to remember the names even of her closest friends. Life as a page was hard, they were always working with no breaks except to eat and sleep. The training was physically challenging but Larie was strong after practicing many years with palace gaurds and sometimes visiting knights. Her favorite class was riding since she was one of the few pages with there own horse. Difficulties arose at the bathing accommodations, all the boys bathed together. Larie had to bath in a rivier and rarely got hot water. Dispite very little free time and certain complications due to her circumstances Larie was happy with her situation. She was doing what she had always wanted to do and starting to make friends, sort of. She usually sat near the short boy she had seen at the gate, Alan of Trebond, and his older page friends. They seemed to accept her, but they seemed to favor Alan. Could they tell?
~
After a month or two Larie started to fall into a pattern and became used to life as a page. Larie was know good friends with Alan, Gary, Raoul, and even prince Jon, who was just like one of the other pages despite his royal title.
The younger pages were starting fencing lessons. Larie was paired with Alan who had some trouble with the sword at first though she learned quickly and could soon easily match and almost surpass the skill of Larie that had taken her years to develop.
Note: Please tell me what you think! I rather like it! ( please don't tell me I need to shrink my ego) I'll try to write more later but this class is almost over so I need to end this chapter)