Disclaimer: You know the drill. I own none cept plot. and james. but he's me. duh. gods I hate these things.
Here's the first chapter.
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"Lady Sandrilene, there is someone at the gate for you."
Sandry looked up at the maid. "Well, who?" she demanded. Her friends weren't due back for nearly a month, and she couldn't think of anyone besides Lark, Pasco, or Yazmin who would visit her, and they would be let in unhindered.
"He says only that he needs to speak with you, as soon as possible."
"Let him in."
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The door opened and the maid came in, followed by a small, squirrel-like boy with hair so brown it seemed black. As Sandry stood to curtsy she noticed the boy wore the strangest manner of clothing. His shirt's sleeves were short, and the article itself was plain-no adornments or fanciness of any kind. His pants had small pockets on the sides, and weren't breeches at all, but a sort of short trousers.
The maid curtsied back and when the boy did not bow, she nudged him. He glanced around, startled, then bowed in a most unusual style-he clasped his hands in front of him and bowed awkwardly, as if he wasn't used to it.
"Will you need refreshments, milady?" the maid asked uncertainly. Sandry looked at the boy. He shook his head slightly.
"No, thank you. You are dismissed." The maid curtsied again and left. Then speaking to the boy, she motioned for him to take a seat. He did so, shaking nervously. "You wanted to speak to me?" she inquired.
"Um, yes, uh-"
"Sandry, call me Sandry."
"Sandry." The boy relaxed slightly. "I need your help."
"I believe that is apparent."
"Sorry. I should introduce myself, shouldn't I? Good manners. Heh heh. My name is James Howe."
"An unusual name, for an unusual person."
Glancing at his clothes, the boy grinned sheepishly. "You might have noticed I'm not from around here."
"You're right. Where are you from?"
"Not this world." Glancing at her confused look, he continued, "In my world, you- and everyone else in this world- are only book characters."
"WHAT?!?!?!?!?" Sandry yelled.
"Yeah...the thing is, I got transported here, and I don't know how to get back. That's where you and your friends come in. I figure with all of you I could find a way to get back home."
"Ah...you are aware that my friends aren't back yet?"
"What? Well, screw that plan. Damn. And I thought it might work."
"Um, okay...how old are you?"
"Fourteen. Why?"
"Just curious. Now, until we find a solution and get Winding Circle up here to help, we will accommodate you. There is a free set of rooms across from mine, so we will put you there."
"Um, okay."
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If I don't get enough reviews (5-10) I won't update, cause then apparently no one wants me to continue.
Thanx.
Here's the first chapter.
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"Lady Sandrilene, there is someone at the gate for you."
Sandry looked up at the maid. "Well, who?" she demanded. Her friends weren't due back for nearly a month, and she couldn't think of anyone besides Lark, Pasco, or Yazmin who would visit her, and they would be let in unhindered.
"He says only that he needs to speak with you, as soon as possible."
"Let him in."
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The door opened and the maid came in, followed by a small, squirrel-like boy with hair so brown it seemed black. As Sandry stood to curtsy she noticed the boy wore the strangest manner of clothing. His shirt's sleeves were short, and the article itself was plain-no adornments or fanciness of any kind. His pants had small pockets on the sides, and weren't breeches at all, but a sort of short trousers.
The maid curtsied back and when the boy did not bow, she nudged him. He glanced around, startled, then bowed in a most unusual style-he clasped his hands in front of him and bowed awkwardly, as if he wasn't used to it.
"Will you need refreshments, milady?" the maid asked uncertainly. Sandry looked at the boy. He shook his head slightly.
"No, thank you. You are dismissed." The maid curtsied again and left. Then speaking to the boy, she motioned for him to take a seat. He did so, shaking nervously. "You wanted to speak to me?" she inquired.
"Um, yes, uh-"
"Sandry, call me Sandry."
"Sandry." The boy relaxed slightly. "I need your help."
"I believe that is apparent."
"Sorry. I should introduce myself, shouldn't I? Good manners. Heh heh. My name is James Howe."
"An unusual name, for an unusual person."
Glancing at his clothes, the boy grinned sheepishly. "You might have noticed I'm not from around here."
"You're right. Where are you from?"
"Not this world." Glancing at her confused look, he continued, "In my world, you- and everyone else in this world- are only book characters."
"WHAT?!?!?!?!?" Sandry yelled.
"Yeah...the thing is, I got transported here, and I don't know how to get back. That's where you and your friends come in. I figure with all of you I could find a way to get back home."
"Ah...you are aware that my friends aren't back yet?"
"What? Well, screw that plan. Damn. And I thought it might work."
"Um, okay...how old are you?"
"Fourteen. Why?"
"Just curious. Now, until we find a solution and get Winding Circle up here to help, we will accommodate you. There is a free set of rooms across from mine, so we will put you there."
"Um, okay."
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If I don't get enough reviews (5-10) I won't update, cause then apparently no one wants me to continue.
Thanx.