Hello all! This is my first TP Fanfic, so don't be too harsh, but I'll take corrections. Actually, I'm going to beg you for corrections, because I'm pretty sure that I'm going to get a lot of stuff wrong. And if anyone has questions, just put them in a review, because I'm planning on answering all reviews at the beginning of each chapter. Anyways, this is about Neal's daughter trying to win her shield. I'm assuming that Neal marries Yukimi and Kel marries Dom, and then I am taking everything into my own hands. So, here's a summary so that you're not totally lost…

Neal and Yuki had two kids, the oldest a boy (Samuel) and the youngest a girl (Gaelienna.) I'm also doing the honor of passing the Tortallian crown down from Jonathan to Roald, so now Jon and Thayet are kinda like retired, (not dead.) I'm also deciding that Lord Padraig is still the Training Master at the castle. (He is the guy that Wyldon decided was going to be the next T.M… right? Correct me if I'm wrong.) If I think of anything else that I've left out, tell me! Thanks again, and bye!

Disclaimer: I am the magnificent TP and I own everything in Tortal. I also live in Antarctica and have 894 pet dinosaurs, and my real name is Steve Erwin. And I am also a notorious liar.

Gaelienna of Queenscove was going to be a knight, and she was not going to take no as an answer.

"Are you sure about this Gael?" her father, Nealan, asked wearily. The two were in Neal's study; Neal slumped behind his desk after a long day of work, his daughter Gael pacing the room. "Being a knight is hard work, and it will be harder for you, as a girl."

Gael impatiently flicked a tendril of her long, black hair out of her face. At the age of ten, the girl looked a lot like her mother, with dark, smoky curls and a medium skin tone. Her eyes, set under her father's arching brows, were a vibrant green rimmed in black. Gael's nose was small and straight like her mother's, and it tended to flare whenever she was irritated or angry. "No one said that it was going to be easy, and if they did then I wouldn't believe them. Aunt Kel told me about all of the trouble the boys gave her throughout training, and now look at her! A Lady Knight. Besides, I'm not some sissy convent girl who can't take a challenge."

Neal sighed. "Yes, dear, I know that you're not a sissy." He frowned, and then added, "And not all of the boys gave you Aunt trouble. But anyways, I am just saying that your mother and I are worried for you safety. Knights get hurt, and we don't want you to be in danger. Convent life wouldn't be all that bad," he cajoled. "Or you could study to be a Healer at the University," he added. Neal secretly, (or maybe not so secretly,) wished that Gael would train her Gift to heal, like her brother Sam.

"Go to the convent!?" Gael cried, outraged that her father would suggest such a horrid idea as if it were actually reasonable. "I'd sooner die than go to that mad house! I don't want to have to wear dresses all of my life, with people telling me 'Sit up straight!' or 'Eat like a lady!' or 'Make your curtsy deeper!' Besides, you have Sam to be your Healer. Please, Da, let me train as a page," Gael begged.

Neal looked into his daughter's eyes and saw that this was really what she wanted, if not what he wanted for her. So maybe she was stubborn and athletic, but she was still his baby girl. Neal knew in his heart that Gael would be fine at the palace, but it was hard for him to let go of his only daughter. "All right," he decided. "We'll leave for the palace in the morning. Now go pack."

Gael squealed for joy, then dashed over to hug her father. "Thank you so much Da. I love you."

Neal hugged his daughter's thin frame tighter. "I love you too."

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