DISCLAIMER: Tamora Pierce owns Kel, Neal, Joren and Tortall etc. So all the credit is hers. The storyline is mine.
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NOTE : this is my first fanfic so please rate it kindly. Constructive criticism is welcome. This is written after Kel has finished her time as a page.
Kel's Summer: The Visitor. Part 1.
"Wake up Kel!" Neal exclaimed, "The meat's burning!" He ripped it off the spit and dropped it in a bucket.
Keladry of Mindelan sighed, how could she concentrate when Neal was around? He was so cute. "I never was good at cooking," she said ruefully as she picked up the burnt meat. She scraped off the blackened crust "Jump will eat it, he'd eat anything."
"I'll make a cook of you this summer," Neal said loftily "I am the best teacher."
Merric snorted, "You're not much better than Cleon."
"I'd like to see you do better," Neal sniffed.
Cleon was daydreaming "Whose idea was this camping trip? I don't normally do this kind of work unless the Stump makes me."
"Who always comes up with these mad ideas?"
They all looked at Neal, he was tutting over the state of the meat.
"The sun's setting!" Owen exclaimed.
"Usually does," Neal replied.
Kel smiled to herself, she'd missed this kind of banter over the summer, it had been a good idea of Neal's that they should all get together and exercise so that the return to training would not come as such a shock. And it would be fun.
In only two weeks time Kel would start her life as a squire, the thought still warmed Kel even though she was resigned to the fact that she wouldn't get a knight-master.
Faleron of King's Reach interrupted her thoughts by saying "Look who's coming!"
Kel looked and saw a familiar figure limping towards them.
"Well if it isn't our old friend, Joren," Neal drawled.
Kel muttered, "What's he doing here at Queenscove?"
Joren didn't speak as he hobbled closer. His clothes were torn and bloody. His eyes were strangely hollow and dark. He looked about as if he didn't know any of them, then he focused on Kel "Keladry…" He croaked and then collapsed.
For a moment no one could move, Neal moved towards Joren "What's happened to him?" He looked concerned, Neal pressed a finger to a dark bruise on Joren's cheek, and it vanished almost immediately. Closing his eyes, Neal held a hand over Joren and his emerald-green Gift flowed.
Joren woke; he looked around desperately "Keladry?"
"I'm here. What is it you want to say?" She asked gently, the bully who had bothered her while she was a page now looked as vulnerable as a kitten.
He sat up too quickly and clutched at his head "Kel, I need your help," he rasped.
To be continued…
What do you think? What should happen next? I hope this wasn't too short or too long.
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NOTE : this is my first fanfic so please rate it kindly. Constructive criticism is welcome. This is written after Kel has finished her time as a page.
Kel's Summer: The Visitor. Part 1.
"Wake up Kel!" Neal exclaimed, "The meat's burning!" He ripped it off the spit and dropped it in a bucket.
Keladry of Mindelan sighed, how could she concentrate when Neal was around? He was so cute. "I never was good at cooking," she said ruefully as she picked up the burnt meat. She scraped off the blackened crust "Jump will eat it, he'd eat anything."
"I'll make a cook of you this summer," Neal said loftily "I am the best teacher."
Merric snorted, "You're not much better than Cleon."
"I'd like to see you do better," Neal sniffed.
Cleon was daydreaming "Whose idea was this camping trip? I don't normally do this kind of work unless the Stump makes me."
"Who always comes up with these mad ideas?"
They all looked at Neal, he was tutting over the state of the meat.
"The sun's setting!" Owen exclaimed.
"Usually does," Neal replied.
Kel smiled to herself, she'd missed this kind of banter over the summer, it had been a good idea of Neal's that they should all get together and exercise so that the return to training would not come as such a shock. And it would be fun.
In only two weeks time Kel would start her life as a squire, the thought still warmed Kel even though she was resigned to the fact that she wouldn't get a knight-master.
Faleron of King's Reach interrupted her thoughts by saying "Look who's coming!"
Kel looked and saw a familiar figure limping towards them.
"Well if it isn't our old friend, Joren," Neal drawled.
Kel muttered, "What's he doing here at Queenscove?"
Joren didn't speak as he hobbled closer. His clothes were torn and bloody. His eyes were strangely hollow and dark. He looked about as if he didn't know any of them, then he focused on Kel "Keladry…" He croaked and then collapsed.
For a moment no one could move, Neal moved towards Joren "What's happened to him?" He looked concerned, Neal pressed a finger to a dark bruise on Joren's cheek, and it vanished almost immediately. Closing his eyes, Neal held a hand over Joren and his emerald-green Gift flowed.
Joren woke; he looked around desperately "Keladry?"
"I'm here. What is it you want to say?" She asked gently, the bully who had bothered her while she was a page now looked as vulnerable as a kitten.
He sat up too quickly and clutched at his head "Kel, I need your help," he rasped.
To be continued…
What do you think? What should happen next? I hope this wasn't too short or too long.