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Disclaimer p.s.- I am a science major so that means I have no idea how to spell and proper grammar and all those funny English terms so I can only say deal with it. I have not read the book since it came out so if I spell a name wrong or something, u may feel free to point it out and I will duly ignore it(just kidding I will take all reviews I can get).
Though if someone would be willing to look at the stories before I throw them up just tell me and I will send them to u.
1 week after the knighting ceremony
Karigan heaved a sigh as she surveyed the ball from the shadows. She had finally escaped all the people who wanted to congratulate her or just be seen with her. She had not wanted to come especially since she had renewed her training with drent. The training was infinitely more difficult then what she did before she had been recommend for sword master training the training of old was a piece of cake or better yet dragon droppings. She sighed she had been ambushed on her way back from training by Mara and the captain who wanted her to attend the ball as a "representative" for the green riders they had said that she was now a much better representative then they were. Karigan could not deny that they were correct she had attracted far more attention then the captain would have after all as they had said who wouldn't want to meet "sir" rider Gladheon. Despite her best attempts, she had given up trying to stop people from calling her "sir" it was a giant joke to all the riders. As she grumbled under her breath she looked out on the ball not that there was any dancing going on she easily spotted the king and lady Estora they were surrounded by people seeking to speak to them and wish them well on there impending marriage. Estora was dressed in a flowing golden dress that caused a pang of envy in Karigan she would never be able to wear a dress like that with easy she was from far more accustomed to her uniform. She looked down at her uniform that had been one battle she had won at least Mara and mapstone had wanted her to wear a dress she had put an end to that nonsense as soon as they mentioned by flat out refusing though it might have backfired on her as she shifted her shoulders trying to relieve the load. It was part of drent's training everything she wore that was for official business had, had weight added to it in some way. She had received new boots that were at least 10 pounds heavier then her old ones and her jacket had iron bars sewed on the inside thankfully there was padding or otherwise she would probably be rubbed raw with in an hour of putting it on and everything else had been similarly modified. Lost in thought Karigan suddenly became aware that something was wrong she could not say what it was but it was but she thought she distantly heard a pair of wings beating. She shuddered ever since the tombs she had had bad dreams of a black horse with stars in his eyes and of a terrible battle that had been all her fault she scanned the area trying to rind out what the source of her disturbance was. The wing beats had gotten louder they were like an undercurrent to the crowd's noise, she noticed that no one else seemed to hear them. As she was looking around a person caught her attention she couldn't say what it was but as she looked at him she knew that her disturbance was caused by this man he was not anything special he blended to the crowd seamlessly there was nothing outwardly that marked him any different that anyone else there she was prepared to write it off as nerves when he turned and looked at the king something in his gaze caused a wave of alarm to roll through out her body. He started to move toward the king who was on the other side of the hall and was slowly walking toward the king she was a little ways to the mans left and without thinking she started making her own way to the king she paced the man at first thinking that she was just being paranoid as people tried to speak to her and she replied distractedly and she slowly started to stop. As she did though the sense of dread increased until, her heart was beating faster then condors hoofs at full gallop. Then she saw it the man was holding a wine glass in his left hand and his right was tucked behind him in the small of his back and she caught a flash of the knife the man was holding concealed in his hand it was small barely longer then her hand but by the way he was holding it she could tell that he knew how to use it. With out a moment's hesitation she started pushing her way towards the man out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of a weapon she signaled desperately as she approached the man who was almost to the king who was near the middle of the room the weapon looked, nodded, and began signaling the other weapons. She turned then and focused on getting to the man before he got to Zachary.
She realized that the man would get there their before her just barely she moved as fast she could through the crowd pushing people out of the way not caring who it was she was focused purely on getting to the king and the man. She watched in slow motion as the man reached the king she was only five steps away from them as Zachary turned to the man, the wing beats were the only thing she heard as she ran towards them every step she took seemed to take an eternity. The man flourished the hand holding the goblet and moved it towards the king she saw Zachary's eyes look away from the man and at the goblet as the man moved his right hand she screamed as the man…
Said if u want to read what happens next it depend on the reviews I get. I have been on this site a while and I really enjoy some of these stories. If Odin is graceful, this will be one of those stories for you.
