Here's the deal. Me and a friend made this up together, a long time ago. It's an anime/tortall sort of thing, so excuse the use of periwinkle blue as a hair color. Just use your imagination. P.s. Write a review or you don't get the rest. The friend I made this with did not help write this in any way whatsoever. P.P.s. I did not make this with theladysong.
After Alanna
Part One
Take That
The angered head mistriss of the school for ladies in Tortall survayed the two pupuls in front of her. "You are a desgrace to the school. You act like uncivilized barbarians, rather than youg ladies. We have talked of this before in the past six years, yet you see no need to improve yourself.
They didn't respond. The one with the thick periwinkle blue hair shifted, uncomfortable. She had a pretty face, very pretty in fact. She would have made a lovley young duchess, or Lady. The girl next to her, with her sisarian manners, sayed still, not speaking, barly breathing. She had short black hair and a rather boyish face. Both the girls were wearing loose breaches and a vest over their blouses. The teacher despised them.
"I know you don't want to be here. You want to be Royal Knights, but your king, being as unkind as he is, will not allow you because of your sex. Get used to it. You are worthless-" she was cut short as the door bagened open and the las living female knight walked into the room.
"Excuse me for th intrusion," said the Amythest, bowing in the style for a man, "these girls are now being deported out of your school and into mine." She took the two by the arms and led them out of the room, "bye, bye."
As soon as they were out of sight the blue haired one whiped around to face Amyithest, "is it really you? I didn't know...I mean I had no idea...what is you want, exactly?" she asked of her heroine.
"I'm...well...no longer working for the king...and I have no wish to settle down...so I decided to open an illegal school for girls who wish to be pages. I heard about you two and thought you might like to join." she answered, her eyes meeting the four others.
The black haired girl smiled, " my name is Buri, and this is Vedel, and we would be hounered."
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Lasha was tierd. Dead tiered. Who knew it would be such a long walk from the Yamani Ils to The city of Gods? She had taklen the ship, but even then she was working, to keep herself from being tossed over. She, as a theif, had heard of a new school for female pages, and had begged and begged her father to let her go. Hee had, of coarse, said no and had taken away all her privleges, including her good clothes.
She had killed her faithful horse Gully, and used his hide to make a slutty, but rather nice outfit for herself.
She walked into the courtyard, in the outfit heard of above, of the Caslte of Light, which trained young men to be Sorcers. There was to be a rather small building were the real training, the training of illegal knights, was to be held.
"Excuse me...sir? Would you be so kind as to tell me were The Lady Amyithest could be found?" she asked in her 'educated voice.'
She watched his eyes travel over her skippy outfit, and down to her slim hips, then up again to the face like a goddess that was frammed by cherry red hair. "Well?" she promed, a little more rudely.
"Oh...uh...in the dinning hall. Go around the big building, it's white, you can't miss it." he answered. As she walked away she could feel his eyes watching the way her body moved. Wizards, she thought, so typical. She swallowed the erge to spin and punch him in the nose.
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"I'm sorry, she's not here right now." said Vedel.
"Is there someone else I can speak to then?" asked the slut of a red head at the front door.
"Ya, come on in." While Amyi was away, Vedel was in charge of new girls. There were already fifty girls in only two months.
When they were saftly in the office, Vedel quickly unsethed her knife and slammed the girl against the door. "Now, tell me your name and tell me why your here.
To Vedels suprise the girl smiled, "your whole left sides completly ungarded." she wispered as she arced her leg up in a complecated position and slammed it into Vedels head, sending her sprawling across the room. "My name is Lasha Moonstruck, and I want to be a knight."
Vedel smiled back as she picked herself back up. "Your in."
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The next months passed rather slowly. Training didn't start until March, and it was January. Lasha was a little early, but what should she have done? Her father would have killed her and she couldn't have stayed in Yammamni. She never would have lasted a week.
Amyithest was coming home soon, she would be there any day. Lasha wondered if any of the new girls would be worth anything. Boys could always be counted opon. Espessialy when they were mixed with the girls. Even Lylia of Kirgiz Step had started out wrong. She had been the porclin doll with a center of steel. She had died in the end, but with houner.
"Lasha! Lasha! She's here! She's here!" called Buri, running across the courtyard.
"Coming." Lasha called racing to catch up. When they had come to the entrance hall, they found the legendary Amyithest standing there. She was the last decendent of Sir Alanna. She had the purplest of eyes, and the brownest hair anyone had ever seen.
"So. Your Lasha. Vedel tells me she's seen you in the courtyard, practicing. Though you practice with a glaive, she says your exceptional." She said. Lasha didn't know what to say, so she settled for glaring at Vedel. Amyithest went on, "You, Buri and Vedel will come with me to the Royal Palace, leaving one of the other girls in charge here. We will bring our situation to King Jon VI. Ready your horses, we leave when the sun sets." she walked away.
"Well, let's go."
"Yep"
"She has spoken."
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"Are we there yet?" Vedel said in her fake childs voice.
"No, were going to the semstress first." Amyi awnsered.
"Why" asked Lasha, in what her companions thought was too cheerful a voice, for someone who had been riding and walking for almost two days.
"In the palace you are not pages, or at all like men. You are lady friends of mine, who sort of know how to defend themselfs. You are no longer in any way, shape or form. Ladies." Awnsered Amyi, steering them to the seemstress.
When they were in the shop, a plump women came rushing out. "How can I help you?" she asked lazily.
Vedel opened her mouth to ask for a nice pair of breeches, oviously she couldn't go to the palace in these, but Amyi covered it.
"I'm here to pick up the four dresses that were asked for earlier." Amyi said quickly.
A few minutes later they were coming out of the back room. One with a smile, two without, and one who didn't seem to care.
"Pink? Pink? Why do I get pink. I wanted blue." complained Vedel, tugging at the gown and tugging at her periwinkile hair, which was in a tight knot at the back of her head, and decorates with a large carnation. Her dress was Tortall style, with no sleeves, pink and trimmed with gold. A leather belt was strapped around her wasit loosely.
Buri was another who was not happy. Her dress was a purple and in a sarine style. it too had no sleeves, though it was looser than Vedels. It had lots of beeds and bagles hanging down.
Amyithest wasn't caring. She just wanted to get in and out of the palace alive. Her dress was the most spectacular. It was a crimson, Tortall style, and had a square neckline. her chesnut curls were piled loosely on her head. She looked exquisite.
Lasha's face had lit up like Christmas when she was shown her dress. It was Yamani style, with a long, loose fitting skirt and and low neckline. She too looked exquisite, with her cherry hair and navy gown. "Thank you so much Amyithest! It's the first dress I've ever own-I mean the most beautiful dress I've ever owned." she cried smiling at the seemstress sheepishly.
Amyi sighed. "Let's go girls, we've got alot to do."
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"Presenting Sir Amyithest of Green Plains." Cried the crier, while the beautiful Amyithest decended the stairs. Too bad she was a female knight. Otherwise he would have her as a misstriss.
"Presenting Lady Vedel temproaroly of Green Plains." Came the next call. A few heads turned to stare. It was true. This lady was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. It was the way she moved that bothered the king. She was probaly well trained...wait. He reconised that face, those features. Vedel? Vedel of Nightshade? Could it possibly be? She trained here for two years before he himself had banned the females. Sigh, another untouchable.
"Presnting Lady Buri temporarily of Green Plains." She two turned some heads, though not many. She moved the most like a warrior, with the confidence. What a give away.
"Presenting Lasha of Madeins Star, in Yamani, who is also temporarily of Green Plains." Wow. That was a lady. She was noi warrior, she moved with the grace of a practiced lady. Probaly couldn't even pick up a sword, let alone weild it. She came down the staircase with an ease, as if it were no big deal. Once again, wow.
The king stood and went to greet this lady, Lasha, and her companions. "I am King Jonathon, please, come with me to my table to eat." he said, very formally.
"We would be delighted, your highness." responded Lasha. It was part of the plan, as a theif she had the most practice in being someone other than yourself. She had been a royal madien many times before, it was obvious that the other two would play her guards.
"Let me lead the way." Responded the king.
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Okay, next parts coming
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After Alanna
Part One
Take That
The angered head mistriss of the school for ladies in Tortall survayed the two pupuls in front of her. "You are a desgrace to the school. You act like uncivilized barbarians, rather than youg ladies. We have talked of this before in the past six years, yet you see no need to improve yourself.
They didn't respond. The one with the thick periwinkle blue hair shifted, uncomfortable. She had a pretty face, very pretty in fact. She would have made a lovley young duchess, or Lady. The girl next to her, with her sisarian manners, sayed still, not speaking, barly breathing. She had short black hair and a rather boyish face. Both the girls were wearing loose breaches and a vest over their blouses. The teacher despised them.
"I know you don't want to be here. You want to be Royal Knights, but your king, being as unkind as he is, will not allow you because of your sex. Get used to it. You are worthless-" she was cut short as the door bagened open and the las living female knight walked into the room.
"Excuse me for th intrusion," said the Amythest, bowing in the style for a man, "these girls are now being deported out of your school and into mine." She took the two by the arms and led them out of the room, "bye, bye."
As soon as they were out of sight the blue haired one whiped around to face Amyithest, "is it really you? I didn't know...I mean I had no idea...what is you want, exactly?" she asked of her heroine.
"I'm...well...no longer working for the king...and I have no wish to settle down...so I decided to open an illegal school for girls who wish to be pages. I heard about you two and thought you might like to join." she answered, her eyes meeting the four others.
The black haired girl smiled, " my name is Buri, and this is Vedel, and we would be hounered."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Lasha was tierd. Dead tiered. Who knew it would be such a long walk from the Yamani Ils to The city of Gods? She had taklen the ship, but even then she was working, to keep herself from being tossed over. She, as a theif, had heard of a new school for female pages, and had begged and begged her father to let her go. Hee had, of coarse, said no and had taken away all her privleges, including her good clothes.
She had killed her faithful horse Gully, and used his hide to make a slutty, but rather nice outfit for herself.
She walked into the courtyard, in the outfit heard of above, of the Caslte of Light, which trained young men to be Sorcers. There was to be a rather small building were the real training, the training of illegal knights, was to be held.
"Excuse me...sir? Would you be so kind as to tell me were The Lady Amyithest could be found?" she asked in her 'educated voice.'
She watched his eyes travel over her skippy outfit, and down to her slim hips, then up again to the face like a goddess that was frammed by cherry red hair. "Well?" she promed, a little more rudely.
"Oh...uh...in the dinning hall. Go around the big building, it's white, you can't miss it." he answered. As she walked away she could feel his eyes watching the way her body moved. Wizards, she thought, so typical. She swallowed the erge to spin and punch him in the nose.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"I'm sorry, she's not here right now." said Vedel.
"Is there someone else I can speak to then?" asked the slut of a red head at the front door.
"Ya, come on in." While Amyi was away, Vedel was in charge of new girls. There were already fifty girls in only two months.
When they were saftly in the office, Vedel quickly unsethed her knife and slammed the girl against the door. "Now, tell me your name and tell me why your here.
To Vedels suprise the girl smiled, "your whole left sides completly ungarded." she wispered as she arced her leg up in a complecated position and slammed it into Vedels head, sending her sprawling across the room. "My name is Lasha Moonstruck, and I want to be a knight."
Vedel smiled back as she picked herself back up. "Your in."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The next months passed rather slowly. Training didn't start until March, and it was January. Lasha was a little early, but what should she have done? Her father would have killed her and she couldn't have stayed in Yammamni. She never would have lasted a week.
Amyithest was coming home soon, she would be there any day. Lasha wondered if any of the new girls would be worth anything. Boys could always be counted opon. Espessialy when they were mixed with the girls. Even Lylia of Kirgiz Step had started out wrong. She had been the porclin doll with a center of steel. She had died in the end, but with houner.
"Lasha! Lasha! She's here! She's here!" called Buri, running across the courtyard.
"Coming." Lasha called racing to catch up. When they had come to the entrance hall, they found the legendary Amyithest standing there. She was the last decendent of Sir Alanna. She had the purplest of eyes, and the brownest hair anyone had ever seen.
"So. Your Lasha. Vedel tells me she's seen you in the courtyard, practicing. Though you practice with a glaive, she says your exceptional." She said. Lasha didn't know what to say, so she settled for glaring at Vedel. Amyithest went on, "You, Buri and Vedel will come with me to the Royal Palace, leaving one of the other girls in charge here. We will bring our situation to King Jon VI. Ready your horses, we leave when the sun sets." she walked away.
"Well, let's go."
"Yep"
"She has spoken."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Are we there yet?" Vedel said in her fake childs voice.
"No, were going to the semstress first." Amyi awnsered.
"Why" asked Lasha, in what her companions thought was too cheerful a voice, for someone who had been riding and walking for almost two days.
"In the palace you are not pages, or at all like men. You are lady friends of mine, who sort of know how to defend themselfs. You are no longer in any way, shape or form. Ladies." Awnsered Amyi, steering them to the seemstress.
When they were in the shop, a plump women came rushing out. "How can I help you?" she asked lazily.
Vedel opened her mouth to ask for a nice pair of breeches, oviously she couldn't go to the palace in these, but Amyi covered it.
"I'm here to pick up the four dresses that were asked for earlier." Amyi said quickly.
A few minutes later they were coming out of the back room. One with a smile, two without, and one who didn't seem to care.
"Pink? Pink? Why do I get pink. I wanted blue." complained Vedel, tugging at the gown and tugging at her periwinkile hair, which was in a tight knot at the back of her head, and decorates with a large carnation. Her dress was Tortall style, with no sleeves, pink and trimmed with gold. A leather belt was strapped around her wasit loosely.
Buri was another who was not happy. Her dress was a purple and in a sarine style. it too had no sleeves, though it was looser than Vedels. It had lots of beeds and bagles hanging down.
Amyithest wasn't caring. She just wanted to get in and out of the palace alive. Her dress was the most spectacular. It was a crimson, Tortall style, and had a square neckline. her chesnut curls were piled loosely on her head. She looked exquisite.
Lasha's face had lit up like Christmas when she was shown her dress. It was Yamani style, with a long, loose fitting skirt and and low neckline. She too looked exquisite, with her cherry hair and navy gown. "Thank you so much Amyithest! It's the first dress I've ever own-I mean the most beautiful dress I've ever owned." she cried smiling at the seemstress sheepishly.
Amyi sighed. "Let's go girls, we've got alot to do."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Presenting Sir Amyithest of Green Plains." Cried the crier, while the beautiful Amyithest decended the stairs. Too bad she was a female knight. Otherwise he would have her as a misstriss.
"Presenting Lady Vedel temproaroly of Green Plains." Came the next call. A few heads turned to stare. It was true. This lady was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. It was the way she moved that bothered the king. She was probaly well trained...wait. He reconised that face, those features. Vedel? Vedel of Nightshade? Could it possibly be? She trained here for two years before he himself had banned the females. Sigh, another untouchable.
"Presnting Lady Buri temporarily of Green Plains." She two turned some heads, though not many. She moved the most like a warrior, with the confidence. What a give away.
"Presenting Lasha of Madeins Star, in Yamani, who is also temporarily of Green Plains." Wow. That was a lady. She was noi warrior, she moved with the grace of a practiced lady. Probaly couldn't even pick up a sword, let alone weild it. She came down the staircase with an ease, as if it were no big deal. Once again, wow.
The king stood and went to greet this lady, Lasha, and her companions. "I am King Jonathon, please, come with me to my table to eat." he said, very formally.
"We would be delighted, your highness." responded Lasha. It was part of the plan, as a theif she had the most practice in being someone other than yourself. She had been a royal madien many times before, it was obvious that the other two would play her guards.
"Let me lead the way." Responded the king.
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Okay, next parts coming
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