GEMMA AND MYLES THE 5TH GENERATION
By Smicc
Two children screamed and hugged each other wailing as a very tall and glowing lady with two-wolf companion's closed in on them. One of the kids (the girl) demanded to know what the lady wanted without every letting go of her twin brother.
"I want to use you two as vassals for the first wolf gods, the first male and female of their kind." Said the lady gesturing to her carnivorous companions
"What if we don't want to be their vassals!" cried the boy.
"You don't have a choice," said the lady calmly. "There is an ancient prophecy that says twin moon ones will become wolves in order to save the world from the spell chaos has weaved. You two are the twin moon ones." finished the lady.
Smicc: I don't own th Alanna sereis however i doown all this charecters
izy: It seems lik shes gottenoff track of the first part but she hasen't
Smicc: plesases read and review and enjoy the story
"Take these wear them always, the goddess has spoken!" said the lady magicing up two necklaces with a small silver wolf head on each necklace, and then disappearing in a puff of smoke.
Two kids sat up in bed covered in a cold sweat. They were both clutching a silver charm that hung around their neck. The girl careful got out of bed her pj's clinging to her body and opened the door to her twin's adjoining room. "Myles?" Whispered the girl. "Yeah, I had the dream too" said the boy. Both of the kids had blonde white hair and bright purple eyes filled with fear. "Did, Did it seem clearer to you this time?" asked the girl. Myles nodded. "Gemma, maybe this isn't just a dream maybe this happened in another life or in the past" said Myles. "I think we should figure out how to use them Myles. The only problem is that Dad is shipping me off to be priestess," sighed Gemma. "And me to become a noble maybe even a knight!" said a very scared Myles. "Wait a minute! Just what if…"said Gemma her eyes starting to twinkle with excitement. "Hold it! If you are thinking what I think you are thinking then, NO!" Said Myles firmly. "But Myles!" whined Gemma "You get the best part! You can still be yourself." Said Gemma. "No!" said Myles. Gemma looked at her twin with big puppy dog eyes. "Gemma, n- n- n- n, aw" said Myles giving in as his twin stared to make her lower lip quiver. "Yes! Now here's the plan," said Gemma. They talked till early in the morning their plan with out a single flaw or catch.
Myles and Gemma's disguises were perfect no one could tell them apart for now at least. Gemma had cut her hair to match Myles' and wore his clothes. Myles had used his gift to lengthen his own hair to match Gemma's and had worn an old dress of hers. When they saw each other the hugged and whispered good luck before Gemma left on horseback with a family friend a servant named Joseph Symtheson.
Half way to the palace in Tortall Joseph and Gemma stopped for lunch. Gemma and Joseph had been friends for a long time (even thought he was in his early 20's and Gemma just ten) and he was the only one able to tell them apart at a close distance. "Joe, let's stop here for lunch," said Gemma as she jumped off the horse. "GEMMA?!" cried Joseph. "No! It's me Myles," said Gemma. "No. Only Gemma calls me Joe. Myles is afraid of Horses." Said Joe. "Gemma told me to call you Joe so you wouldn't miss her as much. She also taught me not ta be afraid of the horses!" said Gemma. "Myles also doesn't talk in contractions. He doesn't talk in slang that often either." Grinned Joe. "I just changed some stupid habits!" said Gemma indignantly. "Then let me take a look at you Myles," said Joe. Gemma walked forward. Eyes looking at the ground. "Gemma's also the only one that knows I can tell you apart by your eyes" said Joe triumphantly. "Alright! All right! I am Gemma!" cried Gemma. "I knew it! BUT WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING THROUGHT THAT CRAZY MIND OF YOURS!!!" yelled Joe tapping Gemma on her head. "Um, well. Myles is pacifist and is taking my spot as a priest and I'm taking his place as a noble or a knight." Said Gemma timidly. "You're a girl thought! Won't they kinda notice that" said Joe. "You didn't" Gemma pointed out. "Well when we get to the castle we'll find out if they notice or not" said Joe. "So you won't tell," said Gemma. "No, I don't know why but I won't tell," said Joe shaking his head and climbing on his horse. "Thank you. Thank you so much," said Gemma.
"Gem Cooper huh?" said Duke Gareth the 5th. "Yes your Grace" answered Gemma. "I thought there was only one Cooper boy Myles I believe his name was." Said Duke Gareth. "Yeah well, Dad doesn't talk about me much heh heh," said Gemma nervously as she fell backwards out of the chair. "I can see why," said Duke Gareth as Gemma picked up her chair and sat back down in it bright red. "Do you have any claim to a magical gift?" asked Duke Gareth sternly. "Yes your grace, the gift" said Gemma. "The gift. What color?" asked Duke Gareth. "Purple your Grace. May I ask why would asked your grace?" questioned Gemma. "Why like to keep tabs on gift color in our gifted students so if something mischievous happens we can tell who did it." Replied the duke with a somewhat forced smile. "Well you came a little late for the beginning of the year and many of the suitable older students are gone. I'm afraid you'll have to find a sponsor on your own. First thought I'll show you two to your rooms. I assume you know the new rules about clothing at the palace." Said the Duke. Gemma shook her head. "Everyone provides their own clothes. In the winter you must have long sleeves and in for the summer you must have at least two short sleeves. Breeches and Boots are required all year long." Explained the Duke. Gemma nodded signifying that she understood the rules.
Joe knocked on Gemma's door and let himself in. "The pages and squires are changing for dinner now. I suggest you do too and hurry to the dining hall," said Joe leaving through the same door he had come. Gemma hurriedly changed and rushed out the door smack dab into someone far larger than her 4 feet and 7 inches. She stood up and tilted her head to apologize to the tall person. "Sorry" she said. "Well, well what do we have here?" sarcastically asked the boy. "A newbie" said another boy behind the first big one. "A very late newbie." Said another boy with bright blonde hair. "What do you have to say for yourself newbie?" asked the boy sarcastically again. "Nothing that your small brain could comprehend" said Gemma. "Cheeky little scamp" said the big boy. "From now on Newbie you will call me master Goyle," said the boy. "Leave him be Goyle" said a small brown haired boy from a large group that had gathered around them. Gemma noticed that Goyle two cronies had chosen to stand right behind her. "Kiss my shoes and call me Master Goyle!" commanded Goyle. "I'd rather kiss a pig!" shouted Gemma coldly wondering, "where did that come from?" Gemma's last remark brought many boys to the ground laughing as slow-witted Goyle tried to understand. He guessed he'd been insulted and attacked pushing Gemma back into the arms of his cronies. Gemma knew what was coming many village boys had done this to Myles. While Goyle's cronies held her Goyle would use her as a punching bag. When he charged she kicked him and swung her legs onto his back then over her head causing the two holding her to let go. He charged again this time he landed a punch squarely on her nose. It started to bleed. Gemma kicked him in the stomach when he doubled over she kneed him in the chin. His cronies grabbed her again. It seemed that the reactions to her kicks seemed to take a while to reach Goyle's puny brain he'd got many punches to her stomach and face before he fell to the ground rubbing his chin. A large group of boys had come around the corner. "What's going on here?" asked the center boy her had crystal blue eyes and coal black hair. He looked roughly the age of a third year page. "This new boy here started picking a fight with me." Said Goyle as he desperately signaled to his cronies to let go of Gemma. A big boy standing next to the black haired one glared at Goyle. "Let the boy go" he said pointing to Gemma. The two smaller boys let go of Gemma and ran away. Goyle got up and took off after them. The majority of the crowd dispersed. "Lawrence what really happened?" asked the black haired boy to he brown haired one that had come to Gemma's defense earlier. "Well," began the boy. "The new boy came out of his room and ran into Goyle, Alex, and Francis. Goyle kept calling the boy newbie and told him to kiss his feet and call him Mater Goyle." Gemma looked at the ground. The boy started giggling. "Then the new boy says 'I'd rather kiss a pig'." The boy had to stop because he and the rest of the boys were laughing to hard. Gemma felt herself blush. "Then Alex and Francis held the boy while Goyle attacked. He didn't even get a punch in before the boy jumped over his own head and almost broke Alex and Francis' arms. Then Goyle punched his nose and the new boy kicked him in the stomach and kneed him in the chin before Alex and Francis got a hold of him again and then Goyle punched him up a bit and you all know the rest." Finished the boy. "What's your name boy?" asked the black haired boy. "Gem Cooper" replied Gemma looking at the ground. "Look at me Gem Cooper," commanded the boy. Gemma looked up into his eyes dearly wishing she hadn't. She thought about what she must look like to them, a mess. "Gem Cooper, I'm Prince Jonathan the second, this is Gregory of Queenscove, Tien of the K'mir Raadeh, Richard of Tyra, and Evan of Holtspur." Introduced the black-haired boy. "Hello your highness and company" said Gemma bowing still shocked that her rescuer had been the prince. "Sounds like you've had a rough day" said Gregory handing her a hand towel. "I'd call that and understatement" smiled Gemma wiping the blood off her face and her shirt. "Now who would like to sponsor Gem here?" asked the Prince. Everyone raised their hand. Gemma was very surprised. "How about Greg here?" asked the Prince. Gemma nodded and smiled. "Nice to meet you Gem you can call me Greg." Said Gregory sticking out a hand. Gemma shook his hand. "Nice to meet you too Greg" said Gemma.
By Smicc
Two children screamed and hugged each other wailing as a very tall and glowing lady with two-wolf companion's closed in on them. One of the kids (the girl) demanded to know what the lady wanted without every letting go of her twin brother.
"I want to use you two as vassals for the first wolf gods, the first male and female of their kind." Said the lady gesturing to her carnivorous companions
"What if we don't want to be their vassals!" cried the boy.
"You don't have a choice," said the lady calmly. "There is an ancient prophecy that says twin moon ones will become wolves in order to save the world from the spell chaos has weaved. You two are the twin moon ones." finished the lady.
Smicc: I don't own th Alanna sereis however i doown all this charecters
izy: It seems lik shes gottenoff track of the first part but she hasen't
Smicc: plesases read and review and enjoy the story
"Take these wear them always, the goddess has spoken!" said the lady magicing up two necklaces with a small silver wolf head on each necklace, and then disappearing in a puff of smoke.
Two kids sat up in bed covered in a cold sweat. They were both clutching a silver charm that hung around their neck. The girl careful got out of bed her pj's clinging to her body and opened the door to her twin's adjoining room. "Myles?" Whispered the girl. "Yeah, I had the dream too" said the boy. Both of the kids had blonde white hair and bright purple eyes filled with fear. "Did, Did it seem clearer to you this time?" asked the girl. Myles nodded. "Gemma, maybe this isn't just a dream maybe this happened in another life or in the past" said Myles. "I think we should figure out how to use them Myles. The only problem is that Dad is shipping me off to be priestess," sighed Gemma. "And me to become a noble maybe even a knight!" said a very scared Myles. "Wait a minute! Just what if…"said Gemma her eyes starting to twinkle with excitement. "Hold it! If you are thinking what I think you are thinking then, NO!" Said Myles firmly. "But Myles!" whined Gemma "You get the best part! You can still be yourself." Said Gemma. "No!" said Myles. Gemma looked at her twin with big puppy dog eyes. "Gemma, n- n- n- n, aw" said Myles giving in as his twin stared to make her lower lip quiver. "Yes! Now here's the plan," said Gemma. They talked till early in the morning their plan with out a single flaw or catch.
Myles and Gemma's disguises were perfect no one could tell them apart for now at least. Gemma had cut her hair to match Myles' and wore his clothes. Myles had used his gift to lengthen his own hair to match Gemma's and had worn an old dress of hers. When they saw each other the hugged and whispered good luck before Gemma left on horseback with a family friend a servant named Joseph Symtheson.
Half way to the palace in Tortall Joseph and Gemma stopped for lunch. Gemma and Joseph had been friends for a long time (even thought he was in his early 20's and Gemma just ten) and he was the only one able to tell them apart at a close distance. "Joe, let's stop here for lunch," said Gemma as she jumped off the horse. "GEMMA?!" cried Joseph. "No! It's me Myles," said Gemma. "No. Only Gemma calls me Joe. Myles is afraid of Horses." Said Joe. "Gemma told me to call you Joe so you wouldn't miss her as much. She also taught me not ta be afraid of the horses!" said Gemma. "Myles also doesn't talk in contractions. He doesn't talk in slang that often either." Grinned Joe. "I just changed some stupid habits!" said Gemma indignantly. "Then let me take a look at you Myles," said Joe. Gemma walked forward. Eyes looking at the ground. "Gemma's also the only one that knows I can tell you apart by your eyes" said Joe triumphantly. "Alright! All right! I am Gemma!" cried Gemma. "I knew it! BUT WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING THROUGHT THAT CRAZY MIND OF YOURS!!!" yelled Joe tapping Gemma on her head. "Um, well. Myles is pacifist and is taking my spot as a priest and I'm taking his place as a noble or a knight." Said Gemma timidly. "You're a girl thought! Won't they kinda notice that" said Joe. "You didn't" Gemma pointed out. "Well when we get to the castle we'll find out if they notice or not" said Joe. "So you won't tell," said Gemma. "No, I don't know why but I won't tell," said Joe shaking his head and climbing on his horse. "Thank you. Thank you so much," said Gemma.
"Gem Cooper huh?" said Duke Gareth the 5th. "Yes your Grace" answered Gemma. "I thought there was only one Cooper boy Myles I believe his name was." Said Duke Gareth. "Yeah well, Dad doesn't talk about me much heh heh," said Gemma nervously as she fell backwards out of the chair. "I can see why," said Duke Gareth as Gemma picked up her chair and sat back down in it bright red. "Do you have any claim to a magical gift?" asked Duke Gareth sternly. "Yes your grace, the gift" said Gemma. "The gift. What color?" asked Duke Gareth. "Purple your Grace. May I ask why would asked your grace?" questioned Gemma. "Why like to keep tabs on gift color in our gifted students so if something mischievous happens we can tell who did it." Replied the duke with a somewhat forced smile. "Well you came a little late for the beginning of the year and many of the suitable older students are gone. I'm afraid you'll have to find a sponsor on your own. First thought I'll show you two to your rooms. I assume you know the new rules about clothing at the palace." Said the Duke. Gemma shook her head. "Everyone provides their own clothes. In the winter you must have long sleeves and in for the summer you must have at least two short sleeves. Breeches and Boots are required all year long." Explained the Duke. Gemma nodded signifying that she understood the rules.
Joe knocked on Gemma's door and let himself in. "The pages and squires are changing for dinner now. I suggest you do too and hurry to the dining hall," said Joe leaving through the same door he had come. Gemma hurriedly changed and rushed out the door smack dab into someone far larger than her 4 feet and 7 inches. She stood up and tilted her head to apologize to the tall person. "Sorry" she said. "Well, well what do we have here?" sarcastically asked the boy. "A newbie" said another boy behind the first big one. "A very late newbie." Said another boy with bright blonde hair. "What do you have to say for yourself newbie?" asked the boy sarcastically again. "Nothing that your small brain could comprehend" said Gemma. "Cheeky little scamp" said the big boy. "From now on Newbie you will call me master Goyle," said the boy. "Leave him be Goyle" said a small brown haired boy from a large group that had gathered around them. Gemma noticed that Goyle two cronies had chosen to stand right behind her. "Kiss my shoes and call me Master Goyle!" commanded Goyle. "I'd rather kiss a pig!" shouted Gemma coldly wondering, "where did that come from?" Gemma's last remark brought many boys to the ground laughing as slow-witted Goyle tried to understand. He guessed he'd been insulted and attacked pushing Gemma back into the arms of his cronies. Gemma knew what was coming many village boys had done this to Myles. While Goyle's cronies held her Goyle would use her as a punching bag. When he charged she kicked him and swung her legs onto his back then over her head causing the two holding her to let go. He charged again this time he landed a punch squarely on her nose. It started to bleed. Gemma kicked him in the stomach when he doubled over she kneed him in the chin. His cronies grabbed her again. It seemed that the reactions to her kicks seemed to take a while to reach Goyle's puny brain he'd got many punches to her stomach and face before he fell to the ground rubbing his chin. A large group of boys had come around the corner. "What's going on here?" asked the center boy her had crystal blue eyes and coal black hair. He looked roughly the age of a third year page. "This new boy here started picking a fight with me." Said Goyle as he desperately signaled to his cronies to let go of Gemma. A big boy standing next to the black haired one glared at Goyle. "Let the boy go" he said pointing to Gemma. The two smaller boys let go of Gemma and ran away. Goyle got up and took off after them. The majority of the crowd dispersed. "Lawrence what really happened?" asked the black haired boy to he brown haired one that had come to Gemma's defense earlier. "Well," began the boy. "The new boy came out of his room and ran into Goyle, Alex, and Francis. Goyle kept calling the boy newbie and told him to kiss his feet and call him Mater Goyle." Gemma looked at the ground. The boy started giggling. "Then the new boy says 'I'd rather kiss a pig'." The boy had to stop because he and the rest of the boys were laughing to hard. Gemma felt herself blush. "Then Alex and Francis held the boy while Goyle attacked. He didn't even get a punch in before the boy jumped over his own head and almost broke Alex and Francis' arms. Then Goyle punched his nose and the new boy kicked him in the stomach and kneed him in the chin before Alex and Francis got a hold of him again and then Goyle punched him up a bit and you all know the rest." Finished the boy. "What's your name boy?" asked the black haired boy. "Gem Cooper" replied Gemma looking at the ground. "Look at me Gem Cooper," commanded the boy. Gemma looked up into his eyes dearly wishing she hadn't. She thought about what she must look like to them, a mess. "Gem Cooper, I'm Prince Jonathan the second, this is Gregory of Queenscove, Tien of the K'mir Raadeh, Richard of Tyra, and Evan of Holtspur." Introduced the black-haired boy. "Hello your highness and company" said Gemma bowing still shocked that her rescuer had been the prince. "Sounds like you've had a rough day" said Gregory handing her a hand towel. "I'd call that and understatement" smiled Gemma wiping the blood off her face and her shirt. "Now who would like to sponsor Gem here?" asked the Prince. Everyone raised their hand. Gemma was very surprised. "How about Greg here?" asked the Prince. Gemma nodded and smiled. "Nice to meet you Gem you can call me Greg." Said Gregory sticking out a hand. Gemma shook his hand. "Nice to meet you too Greg" said Gemma.