Just a small story I thought up.

All legends have to end sometime. And now they have.

Please r&r!

Noli walked back to her house from another day of school. Today's continued topic of discussion led her with much to think about.

"Why can't my life be like that?" she asked to herself; thoughts dwelling on the reign of King Jonathan. "Everything exciting happened back then."

The girl walked glumly on; unable to stop herself from comparing that time to her own. King Jonathan was a handsome and brave man with control of the Dominion Jewel. King Jassom, Jon's grandson, was a dreadfully boring, fat man, who rarely left the table or his mistresses. Alanna, the King's Champion, was brave and resourceful, a real role model, while the man who had the job now was a stuffy haMinch, with no real achievments.

Her thoughts touched on the time she met Alanna, about a month before the legend died. She was astounding, at 81, she still rode and fought, never allowing herself to get out of shape. Noli had been only 5 at the time, but she would never forget when the Lioness shook her hand .

Reaching her house, she dejectedly walked in, threw down her slate and books, and plopped down on the nearest chair.

"How was your day?" her mother asked while at the stove, fixing up dinner.

"Horrible, we learned about King Jon."

Noticing the depression on Noli's voice, she left the stove and crouched by the girl. "I thought you loved those stories? Why was hearing them again horrible?"

"Oh ma!" she cried out, a bit dramatically, "Why couldn't I have been born then. Now is really boring. I hate it,"

"Oh dear, now I see the problem," her mother said with a smile, wrapping her up in a hug.

"I felt the same way at your age, but you must remember the gods put us here and now for a reason."

"That doesn't make me feel better!" she snapped at her mother.

"I know," her mother replied before getting up and returning to the stove.

Noli then heard footsteps outside; she knew who it was instantly. A head popped threw the front door. "Noli, want to come play?"

"Sure," she said, past troubles forgotten, "But I want to be Daine this time."

"Nuh-uh. I already called it," her friend yelled as they were walking out the door.

"Not fair!"