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Kel walked into the courtyard, staring at the moon. "How beautiful and full it is tonight," she thought.
The formal ball going on tonight was a bore for her, and she had left as soon as possible. "I bet all those
boys are still in there, practically red in the face from flirting with all those girls," she thought to herself.
But Neal was the worst. He danced with every single lady there, as if he were as pretigious as the princ!
Kel was mad that Neal had to have so much attention from the ladies. "If he wants a girl to talk to, why
doesn't he just come to me?" she wondered. Sighing, she sat down on a bench.
Suddenly, she heard a voice coming from the path nearby. On instict, Kel hid. The bushes by
the wall were ample enough place for a body to conceal itself. Peering out into the growing darkness, Kel
spotted Joren. "What a terrible predicament I'm in!" she thought. "If he finds me..." Kel tried to push the thought
out of her head. And after one sentence by Joren, the thought was completely gone.
"She's so beautiful, Goddess. Thank you for bringing her here, for planting a goal in her heart to be a
knight so I can see her. Thank you for just letting me be with her for a time," he whispered. Kel gasped. She
was shocked. Joren, liking her? The thought was nearly impossible. He was the one who she had thought liked
her the least. But her shock had to be put aside for the moment. Apparently, she had gasped too loud.
"Who's there?" said Joren.
"Goddess, I'm in trouble now," thought Kel. Joren began peering into the bushes. He walked over to
the bush where Kel was standing. She held her breath. Joren continued looking into the bushes. Kel was afraid
he'd noticed her, when he turned away. She breathed a sigh of relief. Abruptly, Joren jumped into the bushes,
knocking her down. There was a swift fight, but Joren, having more training and being a bigger person to begin
with, soon came out on top. There was a knife at her throat now.
"Who is this?" Joren demanded, while peering into her face. "Damn! Of all people, it had to be you!"
"Let go of me!" said Kel. Joren smiled. "I rather like you where you are now," he said. "If you touch
me, I'll tell, and you'll never become a knight. You'll get kicked out of the palace," threatened Kel. "Oh no!" said
Joren sarcastically. "But just to prove that I mean no harm, here's a token of my affection. He leaned toward
her face. His eyes looked bright, and his hair being tossed by the wind made his face look even more beautiful.
His lips met hers. Smiling, he held her there, without moving for a minute. Kel was shocked, yet loving it. "How
come no one ever told me how fun kissing was," she wondered. She still had some pains about it being with Joren.
Slowly, however, Joren was pulling away from her lips, while Kel moved forwards, so hers could remain.
"You think about that love," he said, smiled, and walked away. Kel stayed lying where she was for a long time.
Kel walked into the courtyard, staring at the moon. "How beautiful and full it is tonight," she thought.
The formal ball going on tonight was a bore for her, and she had left as soon as possible. "I bet all those
boys are still in there, practically red in the face from flirting with all those girls," she thought to herself.
But Neal was the worst. He danced with every single lady there, as if he were as pretigious as the princ!
Kel was mad that Neal had to have so much attention from the ladies. "If he wants a girl to talk to, why
doesn't he just come to me?" she wondered. Sighing, she sat down on a bench.
Suddenly, she heard a voice coming from the path nearby. On instict, Kel hid. The bushes by
the wall were ample enough place for a body to conceal itself. Peering out into the growing darkness, Kel
spotted Joren. "What a terrible predicament I'm in!" she thought. "If he finds me..." Kel tried to push the thought
out of her head. And after one sentence by Joren, the thought was completely gone.
"She's so beautiful, Goddess. Thank you for bringing her here, for planting a goal in her heart to be a
knight so I can see her. Thank you for just letting me be with her for a time," he whispered. Kel gasped. She
was shocked. Joren, liking her? The thought was nearly impossible. He was the one who she had thought liked
her the least. But her shock had to be put aside for the moment. Apparently, she had gasped too loud.
"Who's there?" said Joren.
"Goddess, I'm in trouble now," thought Kel. Joren began peering into the bushes. He walked over to
the bush where Kel was standing. She held her breath. Joren continued looking into the bushes. Kel was afraid
he'd noticed her, when he turned away. She breathed a sigh of relief. Abruptly, Joren jumped into the bushes,
knocking her down. There was a swift fight, but Joren, having more training and being a bigger person to begin
with, soon came out on top. There was a knife at her throat now.
"Who is this?" Joren demanded, while peering into her face. "Damn! Of all people, it had to be you!"
"Let go of me!" said Kel. Joren smiled. "I rather like you where you are now," he said. "If you touch
me, I'll tell, and you'll never become a knight. You'll get kicked out of the palace," threatened Kel. "Oh no!" said
Joren sarcastically. "But just to prove that I mean no harm, here's a token of my affection. He leaned toward
her face. His eyes looked bright, and his hair being tossed by the wind made his face look even more beautiful.
His lips met hers. Smiling, he held her there, without moving for a minute. Kel was shocked, yet loving it. "How
come no one ever told me how fun kissing was," she wondered. She still had some pains about it being with Joren.
Slowly, however, Joren was pulling away from her lips, while Kel moved forwards, so hers could remain.
"You think about that love," he said, smiled, and walked away. Kel stayed lying where she was for a long time.