Disclaimer: I don't own any of Tamora Pierces characters, I only own the ones I've made up.
This is my first fanfic so be nice, but I accept insults too.
Amora had just ended another hard day, which was exactly like all her days. She worked as a servant for the lord of Konhum, a fief near the large city of Saloma, a place in Galla. She had fiery red hairthat shone different colors in the sunlight, and eyes that were forever changing color. Her friends could tell her mood simply by looking at the color of her eyes. But Amora(I just noticed you can make Amoras name by taking Tamora and dropping the T. Pretty trippy:) didn't have any friends. All her friends and family had been killed in an attack on their home by an army of spidrens and snake-like immortals called stalkes.
Many people said she was lucky to survive, but she didn't feel it. She had watched her family being murdered and blown up. Amora didn't escape without wounds though. She was injured severely in the stomach and had a mage bomb blow up in her face, leaving a flower-shaped wound on her cheek. Healers couldn't get the particles in her face out, because they were magicked.
"Hurry it up, stupid girl, or you'll miss supper!" A grating voice shouted at Amora. It was the top servant who oversaw everything(what is that person called?). Amora sighed and dropped the sack she was filling with flour and headed towards the kitchen. There she joined a seemingly continuous line, meeting the elder woman she ate with. Getting her food, if you would call 3 day old oatmeal food, she headed towards a table with an old lady, nicknamed Nanny, beside her. Nanny had been telling Amora of a young girl named Nareem, who was a hero of sorts. Amora remembered yesterday, how she was told how Nareem discovered a new form of magic, one that shone through music.
"So Nanny, what happened to Nareem?"Amora asked impatiently. Nanny hummed, remembering times long gone.
"They say she made a flute from the bark of a tree blessed by the gods. They say when she played it she created miracles and peace. You know, they say that if you follow this poem, you can find the flute and Nareem."
"Well then, what's the poem?" Amora asked, fidgeting with curiosity. Nanny smiled at her and began:
Follow the yellow brick road they say,
But aha! Not today!
Take the yellow and blue,
Follow it straight and true,
Until the end of TIME.
Travel to a jumbled shout,
But if you follow light, be ready for a bout.
At morn continue on your way, following beorc-os-beorc-tir-ac- is-lagu to the bay.
(The funny sounding stuff was in anglo-saxon runes but I couldn't find the symbols)
Solve wrens riddle, take heed,
For what she says you need!
Write your name in the block,
Wait for opening the head for the dock.
At first light shout out loud,
wait for the mast, flying loud.
Cross the uncrossable,
then look to the seat,
Find an N, follow it till your beat.
Take caution, be wary,
For those you meet might not be friendly!
Amora stared at Nanny, as if transfixed by her words. They sounded familiar somehow, but she didn't know how.
Like it? I know its kind of long and random and boring, but I had to explain everything. The next chappie will be alot better! Sorry if you think this is a cliffie, I didn't but you might.