DISCLAIMER: All characters are Tamora Pierces apart from those that are mine so she gets all the credit.
This is set after Kel has finished her page training but before she becomes a squire.
Kel's Summer: The mystery. Chapter 2
Kel eyed Joren's unconscious body, she leaned forwards and sniffed "Well he isn't drunk."
Neal was swiftly healing the visible bruises on Joren's face.
"No, with Joren it would be something worse," Cleon commented.
Faleron coughed loudly "I heard some rumours about him last year…"
"He'll tell us what's wrong. He wanted Kel's help didn't he?" Neal said grimly "Now I'm going to try something."
He pressed a hand to Joren's chest and thrust his green Gift into Joren. The others watched in fascination.
Suddenly Neal's handsome face twisted in pain and he gasped. Some silvery light blasted out of Joren and knocked them all to the ground.
Kel crawled through thick smoke to Neal. He lay unconscious beside Joren, she shook him "Neal!"
Merric squeezed her shoulder "Calm down Kel, he's alive."
She splashed cold water on Neal and he responded with "Mmph?"
"Wake up."
He opened one green eye "Wasn' wha' I expected," he mumbled.
"What ,by Mithros, did you expect?!" Kel shouted.
"You're mad, you must be worried."
Kel glared.
"What went wrong?" Prosper interrupted, seeing Kel's murderous look.
Neal sat up, blinking "It was a repelling AND attacking spell, meaning it attacks anyone who tries to heal the victim. In this case I tried to heal Joren and wasn't prepared for the backlash."
He staggered away and vomited in the bushes. When he returned he proposed hoarsely "We'll just have to search Joren for clues. Any volunteers?"
They all winced.
In the end they agreed to draw straws. Cleon grumbled about getting the short straw, Kel suspected that Neal had rigged it from the way he was smiling.
She wiped her sweating hands on her tunic, Neal had given her a shock and she hadn't quite recovered. Why did Neal have to be so clumsy sometimes? As well as being unbearably georgeous? She sighed.
"Kel!"
Cleon grinned, "I thought you might know what this is." He handed her a square of parchment, neatly trimmed with a black symbol on it. Kel had a sinking feeling as she looked at it.
"Kel? What's wrong?" Faleron frowned.
Be as stone, she reminded herself. "The League of Twelve Knives," She explained shakily "Known as the Takri. They are the most notorious group of assassins the Yamani Isles. Joren wouldn't be carrying one of these unless he was working for them or was a client."
The exchanged glances "What would Joren be doing hiring an assassin?" Merric asked, voicing their unspoken question.
This is set after Kel has finished her page training but before she becomes a squire.
Kel's Summer: The mystery. Chapter 2
Kel eyed Joren's unconscious body, she leaned forwards and sniffed "Well he isn't drunk."
Neal was swiftly healing the visible bruises on Joren's face.
"No, with Joren it would be something worse," Cleon commented.
Faleron coughed loudly "I heard some rumours about him last year…"
"He'll tell us what's wrong. He wanted Kel's help didn't he?" Neal said grimly "Now I'm going to try something."
He pressed a hand to Joren's chest and thrust his green Gift into Joren. The others watched in fascination.
Suddenly Neal's handsome face twisted in pain and he gasped. Some silvery light blasted out of Joren and knocked them all to the ground.
Kel crawled through thick smoke to Neal. He lay unconscious beside Joren, she shook him "Neal!"
Merric squeezed her shoulder "Calm down Kel, he's alive."
She splashed cold water on Neal and he responded with "Mmph?"
"Wake up."
He opened one green eye "Wasn' wha' I expected," he mumbled.
"What ,by Mithros, did you expect?!" Kel shouted.
"You're mad, you must be worried."
Kel glared.
"What went wrong?" Prosper interrupted, seeing Kel's murderous look.
Neal sat up, blinking "It was a repelling AND attacking spell, meaning it attacks anyone who tries to heal the victim. In this case I tried to heal Joren and wasn't prepared for the backlash."
He staggered away and vomited in the bushes. When he returned he proposed hoarsely "We'll just have to search Joren for clues. Any volunteers?"
They all winced.
In the end they agreed to draw straws. Cleon grumbled about getting the short straw, Kel suspected that Neal had rigged it from the way he was smiling.
She wiped her sweating hands on her tunic, Neal had given her a shock and she hadn't quite recovered. Why did Neal have to be so clumsy sometimes? As well as being unbearably georgeous? She sighed.
"Kel!"
Cleon grinned, "I thought you might know what this is." He handed her a square of parchment, neatly trimmed with a black symbol on it. Kel had a sinking feeling as she looked at it.
"Kel? What's wrong?" Faleron frowned.
Be as stone, she reminded herself. "The League of Twelve Knives," She explained shakily "Known as the Takri. They are the most notorious group of assassins the Yamani Isles. Joren wouldn't be carrying one of these unless he was working for them or was a client."
The exchanged glances "What would Joren be doing hiring an assassin?" Merric asked, voicing their unspoken question.