Hello peoples, its your FAVORITE authoress, Lady Silvermoon. Teeheehee, yeah right. Looks like the title's going to be 'Grace of the Stars', which was my favorite. So that's what this chapter is called, and the next, and the next…etc. The reason its rated PG is there's a swear word in here, but its not too bad. Ok, everyone want me to shut up now? ::All chorus: YES, for the love of god, YES!!::
One last thing ::Everybody groans:: I don't own anyone from the Lioness, Immortals, or Protector of the Small series. Mrs. Pierce, the ever present wonder author does. So bite your Lego's and here we go! I would like to apologize for that. I do not endorse Lego's, or the biting of them. It was merely a suggestion.)
P.S.-this takes place a month after the last one. P.P.S.-I'm not totally sure whether or not Joren has the Gift, but for all intents and purposes of this chapter, he does.
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"Neal, we need to talk. There's something I need to tell you," Kel addressed her mirror. "I think that's right. I just hope I can actually tell him how I feel without blushing or babbling. I can't take it any longer, this has gone on long enough." Kel had told him she needed to talk to him that morning and they had agreed to meet tonight.
"I hope you know what you're doing," Lalasa stood in the doorway. Kel blushed crimson, "How long have you been there? How much did you hear?" "Enough. Mistress, don't worry, I won't tell a soul," she winked and left.
Kel sighed and began to stretch for her glaive exercises. She hadn't been doing them of late, because she had been so tired after her long days with her knight master. I hope I haven't forgotten how. Just be calm, relax. It'll all be over tonight. She let her body take over as she began the pattern dance, holding the glaive in the 'broom-sweeps-clean' position. Her thoughts drifted and soon she felt more at peace than she had for the past month. She put the glaive away, and put the simple black dress on. It was the one that complimented her features best, Lalasa had told her. She just hoped she didn't look too scruffy, or too much like a boy.
She took a deep breath and started towards Neal's room. "Hey Kel!" Cleon ran up to meet her, cheeks pink and out of breath. "I'm off to the library as well, come on," he took her arm and walked toward the libraries. "You look nice," he remarked as he led her through the halls and into one of the lesser libraries.
When they reached the library, Kel stopped. "Cleon, what's going on here? The group isn't even-," she gasped as the person before her removed the illusion he wore, "Joren!" she hissed, "What do you want?" she glared at him and tapped her foot. "I am very sorry for deceiving you," he said pleasantly, "but I wanted to talk to you, and you never seemed to go anywhere alone." "But why did you want to talk to me? I believe we weren't on the best of terms when we were pages, and I still don't think you could have changed in such a short period of time."
"Ah, but I *have* changed! Let me show you how," he shot forward and punched her in the face. Kel reeled for a moment, everything a blur. Then anger brought her back to her senses and she dropped down and swept his legs from under him. He flipped upright and threw a volley of blows at her head and shoulders, while she frantically blocked them. When he got closer she grabbed him and, twisting sharply, threw him over her hip and into the door. She smiled grimly and taunted, "You're not the only one who has changed, are you? Her triumph was short lived though. Joren got to his feet and charged her. She dodged him easily and when he turned around she was ready with a punch that sent him sprawling. She waited for his next attack, but none came. He merely stood up and wiped the blood from his mouth, and laughed, "Kel, has it not occurred to you that if I really wanted to do so, all I would have to do to win this little contest would be to immobilize you with my Gift?"
"I'd expect that of you, using magic to win a contest you couldn't win on your own. You haven't changed at all, you always were a coward, Joren and you still are," she spat at him. At that he seemed to lose the small amount of restraint he had imposed on himself. Using the same move Kel had he swept her legs out from under her and as she fell she hit her head on the corner of a table and everything went black.
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Kel woke to find herself lying on a bed in a dark stone room. She touched her eye and found it to be relatively painless How long have I been here? Where is here? The last thing she remembered was fighting with Joren and then blacking out. He pretended to be Cleon, then kidnapped me. That bastard, the next time I see him I'll… She heard a chirp from one corner of the room and turned to find Daine's dragon, Skysong. The dragonet had turned a bright orange and had a cut on her right shoulder, apparently she hadn't been shut in here without a fight. Suddenly, she heard voices outside the room and she strained to hear them.
"Yes, I have her," Joren was saying, "but I still don't understand why you wanted her." A deep voice answered him, one Kel didn't recognize, "Because she suspects you. If my lord Wyldon was to hear of what she believes of you and he searched your rooms, well, it could be incriminating couldn't it?" Kel made a mental note to search Joren's rooms as soon as she escaped. "Of course, and when we bring the mage, the wildmage and 'Sir Alanna' under our control using the Lump the kingdom will fall into our hands like a ripe fruit," he chuckled evilly. "Don't be so sure, remember you told me that you could get the dragon without any trouble? I believe that cut on your forearm tells otherwise," the man said coldly, "now, check on the girl. I believe she has awakened."
Kel heard footsteps as the deep voiced man moved away, then the door opened and Joren entered. "Don't pretend you're asleep, I can tell you're not. Now, how much of that did you hear?" She sat bolt upright and said, "Don't try to scare me Joren, just go away. I know what you're planning and I don't care how long it takes me to get out of here, I will." Suddenly she noticed what she was wearing and it made her blush: a light blue satin dress with a low neckline and small puffed sleeves, the bodice was tightly laced and the skirt was long and wide. She glared at Joren and asked reasonably, "Where did this dress come from?" "My master felt that you were…inappropriately dressed, so he had that dress put on you magically."
Metal flashed as he held a sharp knife to her throat, "Now, what did you hear?"
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O.K., I know, I know its really really short. Oh well. The next few chapters are going to be pretty intense the way things are panning out right now, and this was kind of a connecting chapter, between #2 and #4. Anyway, please R/R, coz right now only 1 out of 10 people who read my fic actually review…come on peeps!! Plus, I really need the feedback. Ja mata ne!
-Lady Silvermoon
One last thing ::Everybody groans:: I don't own anyone from the Lioness, Immortals, or Protector of the Small series. Mrs. Pierce, the ever present wonder author does. So bite your Lego's and here we go! I would like to apologize for that. I do not endorse Lego's, or the biting of them. It was merely a suggestion.)
P.S.-this takes place a month after the last one. P.P.S.-I'm not totally sure whether or not Joren has the Gift, but for all intents and purposes of this chapter, he does.
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"Neal, we need to talk. There's something I need to tell you," Kel addressed her mirror. "I think that's right. I just hope I can actually tell him how I feel without blushing or babbling. I can't take it any longer, this has gone on long enough." Kel had told him she needed to talk to him that morning and they had agreed to meet tonight.
"I hope you know what you're doing," Lalasa stood in the doorway. Kel blushed crimson, "How long have you been there? How much did you hear?" "Enough. Mistress, don't worry, I won't tell a soul," she winked and left.
Kel sighed and began to stretch for her glaive exercises. She hadn't been doing them of late, because she had been so tired after her long days with her knight master. I hope I haven't forgotten how. Just be calm, relax. It'll all be over tonight. She let her body take over as she began the pattern dance, holding the glaive in the 'broom-sweeps-clean' position. Her thoughts drifted and soon she felt more at peace than she had for the past month. She put the glaive away, and put the simple black dress on. It was the one that complimented her features best, Lalasa had told her. She just hoped she didn't look too scruffy, or too much like a boy.
She took a deep breath and started towards Neal's room. "Hey Kel!" Cleon ran up to meet her, cheeks pink and out of breath. "I'm off to the library as well, come on," he took her arm and walked toward the libraries. "You look nice," he remarked as he led her through the halls and into one of the lesser libraries.
When they reached the library, Kel stopped. "Cleon, what's going on here? The group isn't even-," she gasped as the person before her removed the illusion he wore, "Joren!" she hissed, "What do you want?" she glared at him and tapped her foot. "I am very sorry for deceiving you," he said pleasantly, "but I wanted to talk to you, and you never seemed to go anywhere alone." "But why did you want to talk to me? I believe we weren't on the best of terms when we were pages, and I still don't think you could have changed in such a short period of time."
"Ah, but I *have* changed! Let me show you how," he shot forward and punched her in the face. Kel reeled for a moment, everything a blur. Then anger brought her back to her senses and she dropped down and swept his legs from under him. He flipped upright and threw a volley of blows at her head and shoulders, while she frantically blocked them. When he got closer she grabbed him and, twisting sharply, threw him over her hip and into the door. She smiled grimly and taunted, "You're not the only one who has changed, are you? Her triumph was short lived though. Joren got to his feet and charged her. She dodged him easily and when he turned around she was ready with a punch that sent him sprawling. She waited for his next attack, but none came. He merely stood up and wiped the blood from his mouth, and laughed, "Kel, has it not occurred to you that if I really wanted to do so, all I would have to do to win this little contest would be to immobilize you with my Gift?"
"I'd expect that of you, using magic to win a contest you couldn't win on your own. You haven't changed at all, you always were a coward, Joren and you still are," she spat at him. At that he seemed to lose the small amount of restraint he had imposed on himself. Using the same move Kel had he swept her legs out from under her and as she fell she hit her head on the corner of a table and everything went black.
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Kel woke to find herself lying on a bed in a dark stone room. She touched her eye and found it to be relatively painless How long have I been here? Where is here? The last thing she remembered was fighting with Joren and then blacking out. He pretended to be Cleon, then kidnapped me. That bastard, the next time I see him I'll… She heard a chirp from one corner of the room and turned to find Daine's dragon, Skysong. The dragonet had turned a bright orange and had a cut on her right shoulder, apparently she hadn't been shut in here without a fight. Suddenly, she heard voices outside the room and she strained to hear them.
"Yes, I have her," Joren was saying, "but I still don't understand why you wanted her." A deep voice answered him, one Kel didn't recognize, "Because she suspects you. If my lord Wyldon was to hear of what she believes of you and he searched your rooms, well, it could be incriminating couldn't it?" Kel made a mental note to search Joren's rooms as soon as she escaped. "Of course, and when we bring the mage, the wildmage and 'Sir Alanna' under our control using the Lump the kingdom will fall into our hands like a ripe fruit," he chuckled evilly. "Don't be so sure, remember you told me that you could get the dragon without any trouble? I believe that cut on your forearm tells otherwise," the man said coldly, "now, check on the girl. I believe she has awakened."
Kel heard footsteps as the deep voiced man moved away, then the door opened and Joren entered. "Don't pretend you're asleep, I can tell you're not. Now, how much of that did you hear?" She sat bolt upright and said, "Don't try to scare me Joren, just go away. I know what you're planning and I don't care how long it takes me to get out of here, I will." Suddenly she noticed what she was wearing and it made her blush: a light blue satin dress with a low neckline and small puffed sleeves, the bodice was tightly laced and the skirt was long and wide. She glared at Joren and asked reasonably, "Where did this dress come from?" "My master felt that you were…inappropriately dressed, so he had that dress put on you magically."
Metal flashed as he held a sharp knife to her throat, "Now, what did you hear?"
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O.K., I know, I know its really really short. Oh well. The next few chapters are going to be pretty intense the way things are panning out right now, and this was kind of a connecting chapter, between #2 and #4. Anyway, please R/R, coz right now only 1 out of 10 people who read my fic actually review…come on peeps!! Plus, I really need the feedback. Ja mata ne!
-Lady Silvermoon