(a/n I love this fic. I worship the cloud it floats on. I don't know what
possessed me to write this but, it looks to me what I have wrote so far. I
am gonna enjoy writing it, no worries there. This one includes a lot of
Joren because he is such a, a hmmmmmm *goes dreamy eyed.*)
More detailed summary: Joren wasn't very nice in page and squire years nothing but a bully really. He beat people up paraded around the palace like he owned the place, which he didn't. But something changed when he did his ordeal; he became, quieter for a start, and much, much, nicer and he seemed to mean it. Stopped talking to his old group of friends and began talking to a new group. He became particularly good friends with Nealen Of Queenscove. Now I bet your all asking, where's Keladry Of Mindelan. I would reply who the hell is Keladry Of Mindelan? She doesn't exist.
I would like to dedicate this chapter to two people. Da-xia Nariko and punkpixie87 because she's gonna be my beta, yay!!
HangMan
Change Of Ways
Joren sat cockily in the chamber room in the white robes he had been given. It was the day of his ordeal and he wasn't the least bit nervous. He should have been. You see rather than your usual ordeal, which takes a lot out of a knight, Joren was in for a big surprise. Personally if I had been him, I would have run for the hills.
He'd had his warnings. From the chamber, if he didn't change his ways there'd be trouble. Death. But when you had been as cocky as Joren had, it was hard to change your ways to please some, some hunk of stone.
Someone touched his shoulder, startling him out of thought. He jumped. It was Sir Paxton.
"Joren." He said quietly. "It is time. You must remember you must not make a sound between now and until you have walked out of the chamber." Joren nodded. He glanced around the priests had gathered. The chamber door stood open. It led into blackness. It led a different path to each man, or woman (a/n OF COURSE!) who entered. Joren walked in without a second thought to what it might lead to.
The door clanged shut behind him.
The beginning of a very long night had started.
He looked around there was nothing but darkness. Oh this was scary, Joren thought a smug grin on his face. Suddenly the room around him flared into light. (a/n This ** will substitute for italics as they won't work.)
(Joren's POV)
*I looked around and frowned this was Stonemountain, but what was I doing here? I walked about. There was the village where the commoners lived. There was my home. All of a sudden a bright flash blinded my vision for minute I blinked a couple of times and my vision cleared.
Stonemountain was burning. The village was burning. Without thinking I ran towards my home. My family were all laid out. Dead. All of their throats had been cut. There was somebody standing over them. There murder.
It was, it was, me? I wasn't mourning or even looking slightly upset. This version of me was laughing. Hysterically, almost. Suddenly the other me whirled to look at me. I took an unconscious step back. He laughed some more.
"What's the matter?" He asked smirking. "Don't you like we've become?"
Another flash.
I was in the training courts lying on the floor. I was kicked.
"You're filth Stonemountain."
"You don't deserve to live."
"We should kill you now."
"I'm surprised the chamber let you out alive. Gods only know you don't deserve it." Another kick. Another me. I could see him in the crowd. I scrambled to my feet and backed away from the crowd as quickly as I could.
He pointed at me and said, "Come on lets get him!" I turned and ran. Then I was in the chamber again. Breathing hard.
"Joren Of Stonemountain." The voice thundered in my mind. I almost collapsed from the force. "Change your ways. You have had many a warning and you ignored them all. This is the last one we will give. If you do not change, you will not live."*
(Back too normal, not from anyone's point of views)
Joren couldn't see a thing. Even though it was pitch black he could feel the darkness creeping in on him, smothering him. The last thing he remembered was the light. Then the darkness.
When the chamber door opened it opened on to Joren Of Stonemountain's barely breathing body.
(a/n Be happy for me people I've been published in a newspaper!!! One of my stories my work!! I'm on a high!!)
More detailed summary: Joren wasn't very nice in page and squire years nothing but a bully really. He beat people up paraded around the palace like he owned the place, which he didn't. But something changed when he did his ordeal; he became, quieter for a start, and much, much, nicer and he seemed to mean it. Stopped talking to his old group of friends and began talking to a new group. He became particularly good friends with Nealen Of Queenscove. Now I bet your all asking, where's Keladry Of Mindelan. I would reply who the hell is Keladry Of Mindelan? She doesn't exist.
I would like to dedicate this chapter to two people. Da-xia Nariko and punkpixie87 because she's gonna be my beta, yay!!
HangMan
Change Of Ways
Joren sat cockily in the chamber room in the white robes he had been given. It was the day of his ordeal and he wasn't the least bit nervous. He should have been. You see rather than your usual ordeal, which takes a lot out of a knight, Joren was in for a big surprise. Personally if I had been him, I would have run for the hills.
He'd had his warnings. From the chamber, if he didn't change his ways there'd be trouble. Death. But when you had been as cocky as Joren had, it was hard to change your ways to please some, some hunk of stone.
Someone touched his shoulder, startling him out of thought. He jumped. It was Sir Paxton.
"Joren." He said quietly. "It is time. You must remember you must not make a sound between now and until you have walked out of the chamber." Joren nodded. He glanced around the priests had gathered. The chamber door stood open. It led into blackness. It led a different path to each man, or woman (a/n OF COURSE!) who entered. Joren walked in without a second thought to what it might lead to.
The door clanged shut behind him.
The beginning of a very long night had started.
He looked around there was nothing but darkness. Oh this was scary, Joren thought a smug grin on his face. Suddenly the room around him flared into light. (a/n This ** will substitute for italics as they won't work.)
(Joren's POV)
*I looked around and frowned this was Stonemountain, but what was I doing here? I walked about. There was the village where the commoners lived. There was my home. All of a sudden a bright flash blinded my vision for minute I blinked a couple of times and my vision cleared.
Stonemountain was burning. The village was burning. Without thinking I ran towards my home. My family were all laid out. Dead. All of their throats had been cut. There was somebody standing over them. There murder.
It was, it was, me? I wasn't mourning or even looking slightly upset. This version of me was laughing. Hysterically, almost. Suddenly the other me whirled to look at me. I took an unconscious step back. He laughed some more.
"What's the matter?" He asked smirking. "Don't you like we've become?"
Another flash.
I was in the training courts lying on the floor. I was kicked.
"You're filth Stonemountain."
"You don't deserve to live."
"We should kill you now."
"I'm surprised the chamber let you out alive. Gods only know you don't deserve it." Another kick. Another me. I could see him in the crowd. I scrambled to my feet and backed away from the crowd as quickly as I could.
He pointed at me and said, "Come on lets get him!" I turned and ran. Then I was in the chamber again. Breathing hard.
"Joren Of Stonemountain." The voice thundered in my mind. I almost collapsed from the force. "Change your ways. You have had many a warning and you ignored them all. This is the last one we will give. If you do not change, you will not live."*
(Back too normal, not from anyone's point of views)
Joren couldn't see a thing. Even though it was pitch black he could feel the darkness creeping in on him, smothering him. The last thing he remembered was the light. Then the darkness.
When the chamber door opened it opened on to Joren Of Stonemountain's barely breathing body.
(a/n Be happy for me people I've been published in a newspaper!!! One of my stories my work!! I'm on a high!!)