A/N: Hello, everyone! This is my first fanfic ever, so I hope you'll
enjoy it. Most of the story will take place after King Jonathan's rule,
during his son's (King Roald's) rule. I promise that the original
characters will still be there, including a few of my own. Well, please
read and you'll find out. ;) Oh, and please R&R. I'd be soo grateful. ^_^
If you'd like to e-mail me any questions or comments, feel free to. E-mail me at SwtxAphroditez@aol.com and put Child of Prophecy in the subject, thanks.
~Writr_Inspira :)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Tamora Pierce's characters, words, or settings. I just own all the other stuff.
Child of Prophecy
*Prologue – The Commencement
A young child huddled in a dark corner of an alley. She was alone, frightened... abandoned. Rain beat down on her while the rumblings of thunder encompassed her. She had no shelter and nothing but rags to shield her from the on-pouring rain. Her thin, fragile body shivered uncontrollably while pangs of hunger struck her stomach relentlessly. Her bones stuck out from beneath what little clothing she had, giving her an eerie half-dead look to her.
Hidden nearby in the shadows, a cloaked figure stood observing the child. As the haggard girl shifted trying to find some warmth, a peculiar mark or symbol was revealed on the back of her left shoulder. The figure nodded its head at this sight and drew forward to kneel in front of the young girl. Whispering words of reassurance, the figure silently led the child away from the alley into the raging storm.
At the same moment...
Council meeting
King Jonathan's study room
"We can't keep this child, if it is, in fact, even the One."
King Jonathan, already much older, tiredly turned to look at Advisor Rowan, "But we can't take any chances. If what the prophecy foretold is true, we must act upon this now."
"But, but...a child?!" sputtered Rowan. "What can a child do? We have plenty of capable mages and knights, how can a single person, and a child at that, deal with these tremendous conflicts of which we have no idea will be?"
"You know very well that just one person can make a big change. Take Alanna or Daine as examples," Raoul pointed out.
Rowan just glared at him. "Well, I don't support this at all."
"You've been fighting this the whole way," Sir Gareth of Naxen stated. Are you trying to accomplish something by doing that? Why are you so against this? I mean, even if we did take in the child and she wasn't the One, then it won't have hurt us. We'll just have helped an orphan, doing a good deed."
"Well, it seems as if everyone supports this, so I'll just keep quiet about it. But don't say I didn't warn you that it will be a waste of time," Rowan flared and stalked stiffly out of the room.
"Well, someone's got a mad cat in his pants," joked Raoul. "I don't see why you keep him, Jon."
"He's well-informed and highly intelligent, something I can't afford to lose these days," Jon replied. "You know that very well."
"Ah, well. I'll be keeping my eye on him," Raoul decided.
**Okay, I'm done with the prologue of my story. Tell me what you think about it, okay? I'd really appreciate it. Thx! =)**
If you'd like to e-mail me any questions or comments, feel free to. E-mail me at SwtxAphroditez@aol.com and put Child of Prophecy in the subject, thanks.
~Writr_Inspira :)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Tamora Pierce's characters, words, or settings. I just own all the other stuff.
Child of Prophecy
*Prologue – The Commencement
A young child huddled in a dark corner of an alley. She was alone, frightened... abandoned. Rain beat down on her while the rumblings of thunder encompassed her. She had no shelter and nothing but rags to shield her from the on-pouring rain. Her thin, fragile body shivered uncontrollably while pangs of hunger struck her stomach relentlessly. Her bones stuck out from beneath what little clothing she had, giving her an eerie half-dead look to her.
Hidden nearby in the shadows, a cloaked figure stood observing the child. As the haggard girl shifted trying to find some warmth, a peculiar mark or symbol was revealed on the back of her left shoulder. The figure nodded its head at this sight and drew forward to kneel in front of the young girl. Whispering words of reassurance, the figure silently led the child away from the alley into the raging storm.
At the same moment...
Council meeting
King Jonathan's study room
"We can't keep this child, if it is, in fact, even the One."
King Jonathan, already much older, tiredly turned to look at Advisor Rowan, "But we can't take any chances. If what the prophecy foretold is true, we must act upon this now."
"But, but...a child?!" sputtered Rowan. "What can a child do? We have plenty of capable mages and knights, how can a single person, and a child at that, deal with these tremendous conflicts of which we have no idea will be?"
"You know very well that just one person can make a big change. Take Alanna or Daine as examples," Raoul pointed out.
Rowan just glared at him. "Well, I don't support this at all."
"You've been fighting this the whole way," Sir Gareth of Naxen stated. Are you trying to accomplish something by doing that? Why are you so against this? I mean, even if we did take in the child and she wasn't the One, then it won't have hurt us. We'll just have helped an orphan, doing a good deed."
"Well, it seems as if everyone supports this, so I'll just keep quiet about it. But don't say I didn't warn you that it will be a waste of time," Rowan flared and stalked stiffly out of the room.
"Well, someone's got a mad cat in his pants," joked Raoul. "I don't see why you keep him, Jon."
"He's well-informed and highly intelligent, something I can't afford to lose these days," Jon replied. "You know that very well."
"Ah, well. I'll be keeping my eye on him," Raoul decided.
**Okay, I'm done with the prologue of my story. Tell me what you think about it, okay? I'd really appreciate it. Thx! =)**