(A/N) O.k. basically Kel and Dom are married… blah blah blah… they have kids… blah blah BLAH… well, six kids actually (quite a lot I know, but it IS needed) 3 girls and 3 sons who all choose different… fates.
This is the youngest child's story.
Micah of Masbolle was in a very bad mood.
At ten years of age it was time for him to decide his path…. Would be a knight like Adaim, his oldest brother?
Or maybe join the King's own like his father and Lyran his second brother?
Or would he become a Shang warrior like Sarini his eldest sister?
The problem was, he didn't really like anything, he hated fighting, weather it be with swords, knives, poles or even just wrestling, and he wasn't composed, smart and deep like a Shang.
He possessed no Gift, or Sight, or wild magic no.. anything, he was just Micah, ignored, overlooked and, well, himself
He did know one thing he was though, scared, and not scared about anything in particular really, just scared.
But his confused future wasn't the only reason he was mad.
His brother Adaim had just passed the ordeal of knight-hood like their mother had done, so many years ago.
His parents and siblings had all gone to the capital to witness the ordeal and celebrate Adaim becoming a knight, that is, all except Micah.
Now he stood at the top window of their manor at Masbolle, hazel eyes scanning the scenery below, patiently (yeah right!) awaiting their return, eager to see all his siblings after an assortment of years each, and to see his father, after 2 months.
Then he heard it, the horn blowing, announcing the lords and ladies of Masbolle's homecoming.
He bounded down the staircase, the servants and maids at his heels, and pelted out into the courtyard.
An uncontrollable grin fell across his face as they trotted toward him.
Adaim was the first through the gates, smiling broadly, his newly acquired shield
strapped to the side of his horse Seadancer, covered to keep off the dust.
Micah's mother and father came next, accompanied by Micah's Uncle Neal of Queenscove, who doubled as Adaims old knight master.
Next came Micah's oldest sister Sarini, greeny-blue eyes as always ever watchful, scanning the grounds and her home.
Sarini was in-training to become a warrior of the Shang and therefore was respectfully permitted to ride through alone.
He could vividly remember the arguments she'd had with Mama and Papa about becoming Shang, with Sar always insisted to be allowed to go to, and his parents wary that their eldest girl should do so.
Lastly his remaining brother, and two other sisters', rode through, Lyran slightly ahead of Ariana and Keira.
Lyran, who had chosen to follow their fathers path, was sixteen, a squire to one the king's own, had been permitted by his knight-master, to come home for a few weeks, before riding back to Corus and eventually, back to the border.
Micah's sister Keira was at a convent in the City of the Gods, and had to been allowed to come home for the summer, as well had his remaining sister Ariana, had been allowed to leave the castle, and her page training a few days early, to come home.
Have greeted his parents with a hug each for, probably, the last time, (he was to OLD to hug his parents) Micah turned to Adaim, who was near-by, with a cry of, " Hi Ad".
Adaim smiled at his youngest brother and greeted him with a firm handshake, then brief hug, before undoing his shield from its bindings.
"What do you think of it bro?"
"It's brilliant!" Micah exclaimed, gazing at it.
Adaims shield, with the Masbolle crest of a silver Wolf, head thrown back in a howl,
Against a white circle that was the moon, on a crimson background with a border of black.
"I know!" Adaim boasted.
(A/N) I'm not actually sure what the Masbolle crest was…sorry).
Micah laughed, after not seeing Adaim for around four or five years, it was good to see him acting as he had always remembered.
Boastful about his skills and refusing to speak of his faults.
Micah recalled what it was like growing up with his siblings later that night, when he was supposed to be in bed asleep, he slipped out his window and climber the roof to the top of the house where he sat, gazing around, as he always had done, at the view in the brilliance of the moonlight.
Glancing at the woods, which lay not far away, he remember the games he'd played as a child with his brothers and sisters.
Adaim, with an eight-year age difference to Micah, had played the fearless leader, bossing everyone around, yet still managing to make it fun.
He hadn't changed at all, and Micah was sure he never would.
Lyran had always been eager to please people, his eyes, which mirrored their mothers, would fill with tears when he had been scolded in his youth, and though he was the first to joke of it now, he hated to see people angry, which was probably why he'd chosen the Own as his future, knowing that Ad and Sar never would, and wanting to make his father happy.
Then there was Keira, normally playing the damsel in distress, always brushing her long dark hair, and refusing to play in the mud and dirt, yet always doing so it the end, and loving it.
Keira had decided to go to convent when her best friend had gone, happy, at least that she would know someone there, and not be alone.
Thinking of her, Micah had wondered if she really was happy there, but of course, as always his fourteen year old sister was unpredictable, as usual.
Ariana was two years older than Micah, and, like Lyran, had only gone to become a knight because of their mother.
Lady knight Keladry of Mindelan and Masbolle had despaired when neither of her elder daughters had tried for knighthood, so Ari had gone, to please their mother, knowing how shamed she would be if none of her daughters tried.
Ari was a lot like Lyran, same personalities, same eyes, same light brown hair and freckles, and they were both images of their mother, while Ad and Keir took on their fathers traits.
Micah and Sar were alike, and, while he loved all his siblings, she had always been his favourite, sharing his dark, almost black, hair colour and features.
Quiet footsteps jerked him from his thoughts, and he looked up to see his 17-year-old sister gazing down at him.
"You heard me step? My teacher, the Shang panther, will be most displeased!" Sarini said in her quiet voice.
Micah smiled at his sister, she had always been the same, quiet, watchful, normally absorbed in thought.
She really does suit a wolf title he thought, like a true masbolle!!
Sarini had always looked out for them during their games, the first to recognise trouble, and the first to pull them all out of it.
She now sat in silence next to him.
He didn't really mind, preferring the quiet rather than talk.
He turned his head to study her, she was gazing up at the moon a slight smile on her face.
That's another reason for her to be Shang wolf he thought she lives for night-time,the silence, the moon.
He hadn't seen her for six years, longer than any of the others.
It's good to have her back, even if it's only for a little while he thought.Then it hit him, why had it taken so long!
Sarini was the perfect person to ask for help
"Hey, sari?" he asked, bowing his head as she turned to look at him.
" I've been talking to mother and father, and they say it's time for me to decide what I want to do… you know…like, my future, and well… I really don't know what to do,
I mean, I...I… want to be, you know… different from the others; I don't want to do the same thing as them… but I… I can't!"
Sarini was confused, a first for her, at her brothers outburst.
"Why not"
"I dunno, I just feel that.." he smiled slightly " well.. that all the good things have been taken, that there's isn't anything left for me to do except follow you or one of our brothers or sisters, and so… I cant' be different".
Sarini regarded her brother thoughtfully then after a while said, "well at least you don't have to worry about going to a convent, with Keira".
Micah smiled, "yeah, that's true!"
"Listen to me little brother, I had no idea what I wanted to do, what I wanted to be or even who I would be, I wasn't even sure who I was. But I was supposed to know and I didn't, I was just as confused as you"
"Then how did you decide to be Shang?"
"I decided to be Shang, really?"
" Come on! Tell me, please?"
"Fine, I'll tell you", she grinned, "I was in bed one night, and, ironically enough, I was thinking the same your thinking now", she smiled again " basically, I knew I wouldn't be a knight, it's just… not me, I also knew I would never go to convent, so… what was left but Shang?"
Micah nodded, gloomy "Shang suits you, but what can I do? I'm not strong or good with weapons, and I don't want to be a knight, and, despite the fact we're so alike, I'm not a thinker like you, Shang isn't my thing!"
He sighed, "What do I do?"
He really is confused! Sarini thought, "I'm not sure little brother, but I know that what ever you choose, you'll be great at it, you hear me? Just because you're not strong doesn't mean you can't be a knight, just because you're not deep doesn't mean you cant be Shang!"
He looked at her sadly, she knew everything but why couldn't she understand this?
"That's just like saying, just because you're not gifted doesn't mean you cant be a sorcerer," he snarled, suddenly angry, " I thought you'd get it! I thought you'd understand Sar! I'm not going to be anything, nothing!"
He leapt up and climbed back down to his sill, cast another glare at her, then disappeared inside the house.
She didn't follow, just stayed where she was, oh little boy! If only you knew! She thought, then retreated into herself in the way of the Shang, and stared at the moon for a long time, as if it could tell how to help the one person she couldn't.
(A/N) o.k. does anybody have any suggestions about what to do with Micah?
I though about him being involved with the gods (a bit like Aly was)
Except I'm not sure which ones, or what he should do!!!
If you have any suggestions please give them to me with you're review, and if no-one says any thing I wont write anymore.
(SORRY IM BEING A BITCH BUT IM REALLY STUCK)
please help out quick!!!!!
