Hello everybody. I'm still alive and I felt like writing a poem about Kel and her fight to save her refugees. I think this is an original thought for a poem. I hope you like it. Please read and review.

Disclaimer Anything and everything pertaining to Protector of the Small belongs to Tamora Pierce.

The Rescuing

Left them all alone
If only I had known
Unprotected and unprepared
Caught so unaware
Fought as hard as they could
But the fortress was only wood
Now who knows their fate
My destiny awaits

Lying to get away
Don't care what they say
Must ride to their rescue
Don't need help from you
Following across anything
Scouting by wing
Arming every refugee
Killing every enemy I see

Children are gone
We ride at dawn
Pick off those who fall behind
Get back those of our kind
Army unseen to me
Continue on still do we
Village of despair
Child seer under its care
Wait till night
Now is the time to fight

Saved the refugee children
Now must kill two men
Servant man is dead
Blayce is where the chamber said
Using griffin feather band
Now in this room only I stand
Chamber of the Ordeal does say
My destiny is done this day
A cat and me now do rest
We gave it our very best

Angry healer does show his face
Walks without his usual grace
Stumble to stand without support
Problems still of a sort
Now for home we ride
All my people at my side
Home to where I live
My life Lord Wyldon does give
Back safe and sound
Building New Hope on new ground

A/N I hope you liked it. Not everything is the best because I was trying to make things rhyme. Please go and review or I shall be devastated. Ta Ta for now everybody.

-Krissy-