Okaaaaay.... So this is only my second time writing FanFiction. Reviews PRETTY PLEASE????
I do not own Deltora but I wish I did!
Jasmine's POV:
I sat cross-legged on the cold marble, packing away dried fruits, nuts and my daggers in a small ragged white pouch. I had enough of this. After all those quests and missions we've been through together, Lief choose to keep things away from me. Why, it was only this morning I found out that Lief was to pay a visit to Plumes to accompany the Handing of the Pipe ceremony tomorrow! Well, I'll show him. Tomorrow I will be in my real home once more.
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I stuck my head out of the window as though to breathe in the sweet scent of roses growing near the palace, only I was checking for any spies who might be watching me.
Being raised in the dreaded Forests of Silence had its advantages. My sharp eagle-like eyes never missed a thing.
"Kree! Filli!" I whispered nervously.
Why was I so nervous? I was going back home with my beloved friends, back to the Forest where we would swing on our favourite vines shrieking joyously, sleep under the stars up on the highest tree, and have freedom.
Free from the grey palace walls.
Free from suffocating under the unbearable pressure.
Free from untold secrets.
Free from Lief.
I brushed my midnight black hair off my face and my emerald eyes gleamed in the moonlight. With one more look at the palace, I set off for the Forests, Kree gliding effortlessly above me like a ghost.
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Lief's POV:
"Greetings, King Lief." came a raspy voice.
"Greetings, Nols." I answered.
A thin goblin-like figure wrapped in rich crimson velvet the exact shade of the cavern itself came into my view. The ruby on my waist seemed to glow even more brightly. Barda and I shook her wrinkled hand. Trying to break the awkward silence I managed to say,
"How's Glock?" then immediately wished I hadn't as Barda stiffened beside me.
"His brother is with him." she said softly.
I felt a pang of sorrow and guilt. After all, Glock died to save us. I shivered , the horrible memory of the Fear's tentacles writhing and squirming still fresh in my brain. Glancing swiftly at Barda, I knew he was thinking of the same thing, too.
"Come. You must sleep. Tomorrow, the ceremony begins." Nols murmured.
Suddenly I thought of Jasmine, left alone in the very place she hated, perhaps crying on her bed or attempting to escape, her green eyes like emerald fire and her cheeks scarlet from shouting at Lindal. At least she would be safe there. If only I was there for her. If only!