*DISCLAMIER*
This is not the work of Mercedes Lackey and doesn't have anycopy write infringement..So, don't go around saying she wrote this, cause she didn't
and I didn't copy it either..*sticks out tounge*
It was another regular.boring day in "The Lost Arrows." Kiala sat up and looked around at all the Heralds who seemed to flock here every so often and wonderd why they would come to this part of Haven. It was run down, with water dripping through the celing and floorboards, mildew starting to get to the dishrags and all the brawls that happened right out-side. She looked up and saw one of the women Heralds. She was in her Whites that seemed to never stain, with her hair up in a pony tail. She had the most beautiful face and figure and Kiala couldn't figure out why this women would want to be a Herald when she was so beautiful. Kiala pictured herself as a Herals-Mage, the greatest one Valdamar had ever seen, even greater than Herald-Mage Vanyel. She knew these thoughts were wrong, but she slipped further and further into the day dream, seeing herself save the Queen and all the people of Valdeamar, but she knew that would never happen, she was just a plain girl who would probably be married off in a year or so."KIALA!!" called a rough voice from the backroom, ripping Kiala out of her daydream and back into reality.
Kiala ran to the back room, bowing her head and keeping her eyes off of Kiron, her father. He was a kind and generous man, but when angered, he could be cold and cruel. Kiala had gotten into the habbit of avoiding her father when ever possible because, he was easily angered. "Yes father" Kiala asked still avoiding his eyes.
"These Heralds want you to go with them." Kiron said gruffly, but Kiala thought that she saw a little tear in his eye..
"Wh..Wh..Why Father? I was not chosen nor do I have any valuble information" Kiala was beginning to become nervous now. The Herlads kept looking at her and she thought that she saw a glimpse of fear. The tear she saw in her fathers eye might not have been of pride or joy, but of sorrow to see his little girl leaving, and possibly never coming home.ever.
"Just go with them." Was all that Kiron said before leaving the room to go to the cellar where the cheap wine was kept.
Kiala looked at the Heralds now and the fear she thought she was was starting to feel more real, as if they were afraid that she had power that they could never dream of a power that they could not control, a power they might have to suppress..
"Kiala," the women Herald asked with a comforting tone that made Kiala want to relax. "We are here to protect you, there are things that could endanger you here and we must get you away from them before it is to late."
This is not the work of Mercedes Lackey and doesn't have anycopy write infringement..So, don't go around saying she wrote this, cause she didn't
and I didn't copy it either..*sticks out tounge*
It was another regular.boring day in "The Lost Arrows." Kiala sat up and looked around at all the Heralds who seemed to flock here every so often and wonderd why they would come to this part of Haven. It was run down, with water dripping through the celing and floorboards, mildew starting to get to the dishrags and all the brawls that happened right out-side. She looked up and saw one of the women Heralds. She was in her Whites that seemed to never stain, with her hair up in a pony tail. She had the most beautiful face and figure and Kiala couldn't figure out why this women would want to be a Herald when she was so beautiful. Kiala pictured herself as a Herals-Mage, the greatest one Valdamar had ever seen, even greater than Herald-Mage Vanyel. She knew these thoughts were wrong, but she slipped further and further into the day dream, seeing herself save the Queen and all the people of Valdeamar, but she knew that would never happen, she was just a plain girl who would probably be married off in a year or so."KIALA!!" called a rough voice from the backroom, ripping Kiala out of her daydream and back into reality.
Kiala ran to the back room, bowing her head and keeping her eyes off of Kiron, her father. He was a kind and generous man, but when angered, he could be cold and cruel. Kiala had gotten into the habbit of avoiding her father when ever possible because, he was easily angered. "Yes father" Kiala asked still avoiding his eyes.
"These Heralds want you to go with them." Kiron said gruffly, but Kiala thought that she saw a little tear in his eye..
"Wh..Wh..Why Father? I was not chosen nor do I have any valuble information" Kiala was beginning to become nervous now. The Herlads kept looking at her and she thought that she saw a glimpse of fear. The tear she saw in her fathers eye might not have been of pride or joy, but of sorrow to see his little girl leaving, and possibly never coming home.ever.
"Just go with them." Was all that Kiron said before leaving the room to go to the cellar where the cheap wine was kept.
Kiala looked at the Heralds now and the fear she thought she was was starting to feel more real, as if they were afraid that she had power that they could never dream of a power that they could not control, a power they might have to suppress..
"Kiala," the women Herald asked with a comforting tone that made Kiala want to relax. "We are here to protect you, there are things that could endanger you here and we must get you away from them before it is to late."