Part 3
Sigh, thought Laylia as her history teacher droned on and on. I wish Sir Myles was still the history teacher. Everyone used to love this class, now it's like all the others, save the morining.
"Laylia can you tell me the name of the comander in The Tuscaine War?" asked the Mithran prist.
"His name was Duke Roger of Conté. He was a sorrecer and he was trying to steal the throne from the King Roald II." Awnsered Laylia lazily.
The teacher continued.
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"So, are you enjoying palace life so far?" asked Thom, as they went to dinner.
"I suppose I am. I didn't expect to." Answered Laylia. She was nervous. The man hadn't come in a long time. She didn't think there was enough of a human soul left in him to die, so where was he? "Um...tell me about you magic lessons."
"Right now we're trying to learn how to see magic, but only one of the girls got it. Her name was Amela or something like that."said Thom, a worried expression crossing his face. Their was something strange about this girl, he had known that all along. When she was training it was as if she were fighting off some invisable force. On Sundays she would dissaper for hours at a time, and when she came back would look as if she'd seen a ghoast. He knew she desspetely wanted to be friends, and it was as if some unknown force had dragged him to her. Strange.
"There ae other girls here?" asked she, surprise in her voice.
"Yes three actually. Their sisters I think. Haven't you seen them?" he asked.
"Well, if I did I certanily never knew they were pages. Perhaps they don't have uniforms yet either, I haven't gotten mine." The page uniforms were gone, with as many new students as there were. Many had to share rooms.
"There are alot more girls here then I thought there would be. None of the girls have made it...but I think you stand a chance, Laylia. Your great on the courts." repile dTHom.
"Thanks Thom. I mean not just for the compliment, but for everything. You've been a great friend." said Laylia, ducking into her room. She was to nervous for a heart to heart. Besides, she had never really been good at them.
Just as she had suspected as soon as Thoms footsteps retreated, she was surrounded by the black that the man provided. She wished that he would at least tell her what he wanted. She was so confused. At first she thought he would just kill her. But that never happened. The worst he had ever done was beat her. It had hurt, but she had lived.
She heard the man aproching and prepard to use the few moves she had learne in battle training. The attack never came. Laylia waited in fearful siclience for her attacker to come. He didn't.
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When Thom saw Laylia the next morining he knew something was bothering her. "What's wrong?" he asked in a quiet voice, they were standing outside of her room.
"Ahem...I'm just...tierd." she stamered. She despretly wanted him to find out. She wanted to talk to someone. She knew she couldn't, it might put Thom in danger.
He pressed on. "Your tiered every day, it's not that, you would be used to it now."
"Look, I have a very...personal life. I am grateful for your friendship, but I don't need you t solve my problems." she said, though it sounds mean, she said it in a rather nice tone.
"Laylia, I care about you. Weather you like it or not, I'm involved. There's nothing you can do." he repiled stubbronly, though he was slightly hurt.
"Let's go saddle our horses before Wyldon gets on our backs, hum?" she said quickly, rushing away.
He sighed and followed her. He would find out what was wrong.
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The man whached the girl walk quickly away from the boy. As long as she told no one, there would be no reason for him to use his other strenth. Besides the power to control nothingness, unmagic, he had a ruthlessness no one could compete with.
He needed that girl, and as soon as the unmagic began to eat at her, makeing her become just that, he would drag her to him. He wanted the power she possesed. The Enchantress. What a lovly thing she would be. She would be his servent.
He laughed, long and loud when he got to the office the king had givin him. He would get her. Soon.
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King Jonathan whached the new man apper in his room. He was up to something. That much Jonathon knew. He went to the fire. "Geroge. Find out about our man. I think he's something of a danger."
"Okay, king" can the theifs response.
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Sigh, thought Laylia as her history teacher droned on and on. I wish Sir Myles was still the history teacher. Everyone used to love this class, now it's like all the others, save the morining.
"Laylia can you tell me the name of the comander in The Tuscaine War?" asked the Mithran prist.
"His name was Duke Roger of Conté. He was a sorrecer and he was trying to steal the throne from the King Roald II." Awnsered Laylia lazily.
The teacher continued.
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"So, are you enjoying palace life so far?" asked Thom, as they went to dinner.
"I suppose I am. I didn't expect to." Answered Laylia. She was nervous. The man hadn't come in a long time. She didn't think there was enough of a human soul left in him to die, so where was he? "Um...tell me about you magic lessons."
"Right now we're trying to learn how to see magic, but only one of the girls got it. Her name was Amela or something like that."said Thom, a worried expression crossing his face. Their was something strange about this girl, he had known that all along. When she was training it was as if she were fighting off some invisable force. On Sundays she would dissaper for hours at a time, and when she came back would look as if she'd seen a ghoast. He knew she desspetely wanted to be friends, and it was as if some unknown force had dragged him to her. Strange.
"There ae other girls here?" asked she, surprise in her voice.
"Yes three actually. Their sisters I think. Haven't you seen them?" he asked.
"Well, if I did I certanily never knew they were pages. Perhaps they don't have uniforms yet either, I haven't gotten mine." The page uniforms were gone, with as many new students as there were. Many had to share rooms.
"There are alot more girls here then I thought there would be. None of the girls have made it...but I think you stand a chance, Laylia. Your great on the courts." repile dTHom.
"Thanks Thom. I mean not just for the compliment, but for everything. You've been a great friend." said Laylia, ducking into her room. She was to nervous for a heart to heart. Besides, she had never really been good at them.
Just as she had suspected as soon as Thoms footsteps retreated, she was surrounded by the black that the man provided. She wished that he would at least tell her what he wanted. She was so confused. At first she thought he would just kill her. But that never happened. The worst he had ever done was beat her. It had hurt, but she had lived.
She heard the man aproching and prepard to use the few moves she had learne in battle training. The attack never came. Laylia waited in fearful siclience for her attacker to come. He didn't.
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When Thom saw Laylia the next morining he knew something was bothering her. "What's wrong?" he asked in a quiet voice, they were standing outside of her room.
"Ahem...I'm just...tierd." she stamered. She despretly wanted him to find out. She wanted to talk to someone. She knew she couldn't, it might put Thom in danger.
He pressed on. "Your tiered every day, it's not that, you would be used to it now."
"Look, I have a very...personal life. I am grateful for your friendship, but I don't need you t solve my problems." she said, though it sounds mean, she said it in a rather nice tone.
"Laylia, I care about you. Weather you like it or not, I'm involved. There's nothing you can do." he repiled stubbronly, though he was slightly hurt.
"Let's go saddle our horses before Wyldon gets on our backs, hum?" she said quickly, rushing away.
He sighed and followed her. He would find out what was wrong.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The man whached the girl walk quickly away from the boy. As long as she told no one, there would be no reason for him to use his other strenth. Besides the power to control nothingness, unmagic, he had a ruthlessness no one could compete with.
He needed that girl, and as soon as the unmagic began to eat at her, makeing her become just that, he would drag her to him. He wanted the power she possesed. The Enchantress. What a lovly thing she would be. She would be his servent.
He laughed, long and loud when he got to the office the king had givin him. He would get her. Soon.
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King Jonathan whached the new man apper in his room. He was up to something. That much Jonathon knew. He went to the fire. "Geroge. Find out about our man. I think he's something of a danger."
"Okay, king" can the theifs response.
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