hey! this is for you lovely, wonderful people who wanted a sequel/series. this is con't from last battle, so it will be called-...da da daaa...last battle 2.
anyway, im really tired so heres all that stuff i dont own the characters etc, its TP.
In the headquarters of the rebels and Fief Relomar, the treacherous nobleman leaned back into his smooth wooden chair. Pushing back a stray lock of hair from his forehead, his clear blue eyes thoughtful, he made additions to his Map of Tortall.
A scraggly serving man burst through his door. "Lord Jaron? You's plans at Fort have been ruined!"
The crisp man jumped to his feet. "What?" he roared. Angriliy, he beckoned for his servant to come closer. Cringing in fear, the drudge inched forward like a mouse towards a hungry cat.
"They...got the Princess back, and they says that the Fort was taken over by the army of the King--" He was cut off by an angry blow to the neck.
"Fool! If ever again..." The angry Lord came forward menacingly. The poor servant fled in fear. Sighing, the thwarted rebel leader sank down in his chair. Regaining composure, he sat silently at his desk until a disturbing smile crossed his handsome face. He had a new, better plan now.
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"What?" Jonathan of Conte leapt to his feet and paced around his study. Alanna, Gary, Raoul and George immediately rose to assist him. Slamming the scrap of parchment down, the King clenched his fists.
"They dare-" he spat.
The Baron of Pirate's Swoop, a worried look in his hazel eyes, offered Jon a crystal goblet of brandy. "Easy now, there. What's amiss that troubles you so much?"
The King fought to remain calm. "This- rebellion- has gained many more followers! Whoever is responsible has quite a lot of money for they have hired Copper Isle mercenaries..."
"Or the Isles simply hold a deep grudge, and need not be paid," Alanna murmered. The memory of the insane Josaine of the Copper Isles pricked at her mind.
Jon nearly burst in fury. "But now, they're holding several villages hostage in the area around Relomar! Those bold, dirty..." he trailed off.
Raoul, who had been silent throughout the whole conversation, spoke up quietly and slowly. "Then we must help them."
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The next day, Kalasin rode quickly through the grazing fields, wincing as the healing scores on her arms pulled and stretched. Where was Daine? Scanning the field, she saw the Wildmage's figure among a group of ponies and dogs.
The princess raced up to her. "Daine? Father wants you."
Carefully rising so not to disturb the puppies and birds, Daine frowned. "What for? I think i already got rid of those pesky burrowing gophers under the..." she stopped at the bleak expression on Kally's face. "Is everything alright?"
Kally gulped. "There's a large force marching here, through the forests. He was wondering...if you could ask the animals to help."
"How many?" Daine asked, distracted.
She took a shuddering breath. "Five hundred."
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should i write more? you guys decide. comments, please?
anyway, im really tired so heres all that stuff i dont own the characters etc, its TP.
In the headquarters of the rebels and Fief Relomar, the treacherous nobleman leaned back into his smooth wooden chair. Pushing back a stray lock of hair from his forehead, his clear blue eyes thoughtful, he made additions to his Map of Tortall.
A scraggly serving man burst through his door. "Lord Jaron? You's plans at Fort have been ruined!"
The crisp man jumped to his feet. "What?" he roared. Angriliy, he beckoned for his servant to come closer. Cringing in fear, the drudge inched forward like a mouse towards a hungry cat.
"They...got the Princess back, and they says that the Fort was taken over by the army of the King--" He was cut off by an angry blow to the neck.
"Fool! If ever again..." The angry Lord came forward menacingly. The poor servant fled in fear. Sighing, the thwarted rebel leader sank down in his chair. Regaining composure, he sat silently at his desk until a disturbing smile crossed his handsome face. He had a new, better plan now.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"What?" Jonathan of Conte leapt to his feet and paced around his study. Alanna, Gary, Raoul and George immediately rose to assist him. Slamming the scrap of parchment down, the King clenched his fists.
"They dare-" he spat.
The Baron of Pirate's Swoop, a worried look in his hazel eyes, offered Jon a crystal goblet of brandy. "Easy now, there. What's amiss that troubles you so much?"
The King fought to remain calm. "This- rebellion- has gained many more followers! Whoever is responsible has quite a lot of money for they have hired Copper Isle mercenaries..."
"Or the Isles simply hold a deep grudge, and need not be paid," Alanna murmered. The memory of the insane Josaine of the Copper Isles pricked at her mind.
Jon nearly burst in fury. "But now, they're holding several villages hostage in the area around Relomar! Those bold, dirty..." he trailed off.
Raoul, who had been silent throughout the whole conversation, spoke up quietly and slowly. "Then we must help them."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next day, Kalasin rode quickly through the grazing fields, wincing as the healing scores on her arms pulled and stretched. Where was Daine? Scanning the field, she saw the Wildmage's figure among a group of ponies and dogs.
The princess raced up to her. "Daine? Father wants you."
Carefully rising so not to disturb the puppies and birds, Daine frowned. "What for? I think i already got rid of those pesky burrowing gophers under the..." she stopped at the bleak expression on Kally's face. "Is everything alright?"
Kally gulped. "There's a large force marching here, through the forests. He was wondering...if you could ask the animals to help."
"How many?" Daine asked, distracted.
She took a shuddering breath. "Five hundred."
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should i write more? you guys decide. comments, please?