Chapter Three: A few Discussions
A/N: Warning, these chapters might be excessively short. I'm sorry for the delay in chapters. I've been getting so many ideas (for other stories), plus our teach's are killing us with work. You don't even know the worst of it until you have to do a scrapbook, and a major project on England, due within two weeks of each other, for the same class, on top of other homework, and a backboard, which you will fail if you don't do it. The England project is worth 1,500 points (ouch). I will do my best to keep all the characters in character. When and if they get out of character please tell me. On with the story.
A knock sounded at Serna's bedroom door, while she was practicing sword fighting.
"Come in, it's not locked." Serna called and Cyrus entered, with bruises, and a bloody lip. "What in the Black Gods realm happened to you? Who did you mess with this time?" Serna had seen this happen to Cyrus before when he had gotten on someone's bad side. They always under estimated him.
"To put it mildly, Cleon found me and we had a talk of sorts. Fought more than talked though." Cyrus sat still as Serna applied her healing magic to Cyrus's cuts.
"And how did this happen. I know, even though you're a good fighter, that you know not to pick a fight with someone that much bigger than you." She said.
Cyrus winced when she healed a sprained finger. "He found me in the hall as I was going to see Kel. He over heard what we had been talking about and said that Kel had changed. When I asked him how he would know he jumped me. I must say, he probably came out worse for the wear." Cyrus said this last part with a chuckle.
"I know." Serna applied some bruise balm that Alanna had given her earlier, for bruises from training. "Arm. Now, Kel would never change. Even if she did, it would never be enough so that she would be extremely different. She will change sometimes, like we all had to in the Yamani Islands, but she is still the dedicated, and occasionally stubborn, girl she was 8 years ago before she left. Trust me, I talked to her. She still practices the glaive (sp?). I can't even remember how to hold it." She reassured her older brother. "All done. Go see Kel, you haven't talked to her yet." Serna shooed him out the door.
Neal's POV:
Neal was deeply immersed in a book that Numair had let him borrow about dragons, when someone knocked on his door.
"Come in. It's not locked." He said in an offhand sort of way.
Cleon limped into the room, with a black eye, bloody lip, broken wrist that was at a very unusual angle, and one extremely sore foot.
"Mithro's what happened to you? Get in a fight with Peachblossom?" Neal asked, walking over to him so he could help him to the bed.
"Cyrus. I got in a fight with Cyrus and he did this to me. Don't even ask what it was about, because I won't tell you." Cleon grimaced as Neal set the wrist. "Never, never, underestimate that boy. He must have been raised with Shang or something. He would give the Dragon the fight of his life. Here I am, a full Knight, and this short little boy beats me up." Cleon mused this over as Neal finished the healing.
"I would tell you to stay away from Cyrus and Serna for a bit, but I think you already know that." Neal was laughing slightly at the thought of the two fighting period.
A/N: Ok, short I know. You try having a muse that only watches T.V. ::glares at Mr. Cuddles:: and about 3 projects, on which rest you either passing to get to go to high school, or your teachers having the joy of you back for a 4th year. (My school used to be a three-year school, but is now only two years.) Cyrus was NOT part of Shang at any time. He only had the joy of the Shang Dragon coming and visiting them. And he DID give the Shang Dragon the fight of his life before the war broke out.
~Jag~
A/N: Warning, these chapters might be excessively short. I'm sorry for the delay in chapters. I've been getting so many ideas (for other stories), plus our teach's are killing us with work. You don't even know the worst of it until you have to do a scrapbook, and a major project on England, due within two weeks of each other, for the same class, on top of other homework, and a backboard, which you will fail if you don't do it. The England project is worth 1,500 points (ouch). I will do my best to keep all the characters in character. When and if they get out of character please tell me. On with the story.
A knock sounded at Serna's bedroom door, while she was practicing sword fighting.
"Come in, it's not locked." Serna called and Cyrus entered, with bruises, and a bloody lip. "What in the Black Gods realm happened to you? Who did you mess with this time?" Serna had seen this happen to Cyrus before when he had gotten on someone's bad side. They always under estimated him.
"To put it mildly, Cleon found me and we had a talk of sorts. Fought more than talked though." Cyrus sat still as Serna applied her healing magic to Cyrus's cuts.
"And how did this happen. I know, even though you're a good fighter, that you know not to pick a fight with someone that much bigger than you." She said.
Cyrus winced when she healed a sprained finger. "He found me in the hall as I was going to see Kel. He over heard what we had been talking about and said that Kel had changed. When I asked him how he would know he jumped me. I must say, he probably came out worse for the wear." Cyrus said this last part with a chuckle.
"I know." Serna applied some bruise balm that Alanna had given her earlier, for bruises from training. "Arm. Now, Kel would never change. Even if she did, it would never be enough so that she would be extremely different. She will change sometimes, like we all had to in the Yamani Islands, but she is still the dedicated, and occasionally stubborn, girl she was 8 years ago before she left. Trust me, I talked to her. She still practices the glaive (sp?). I can't even remember how to hold it." She reassured her older brother. "All done. Go see Kel, you haven't talked to her yet." Serna shooed him out the door.
Neal's POV:
Neal was deeply immersed in a book that Numair had let him borrow about dragons, when someone knocked on his door.
"Come in. It's not locked." He said in an offhand sort of way.
Cleon limped into the room, with a black eye, bloody lip, broken wrist that was at a very unusual angle, and one extremely sore foot.
"Mithro's what happened to you? Get in a fight with Peachblossom?" Neal asked, walking over to him so he could help him to the bed.
"Cyrus. I got in a fight with Cyrus and he did this to me. Don't even ask what it was about, because I won't tell you." Cleon grimaced as Neal set the wrist. "Never, never, underestimate that boy. He must have been raised with Shang or something. He would give the Dragon the fight of his life. Here I am, a full Knight, and this short little boy beats me up." Cleon mused this over as Neal finished the healing.
"I would tell you to stay away from Cyrus and Serna for a bit, but I think you already know that." Neal was laughing slightly at the thought of the two fighting period.
A/N: Ok, short I know. You try having a muse that only watches T.V. ::glares at Mr. Cuddles:: and about 3 projects, on which rest you either passing to get to go to high school, or your teachers having the joy of you back for a 4th year. (My school used to be a three-year school, but is now only two years.) Cyrus was NOT part of Shang at any time. He only had the joy of the Shang Dragon coming and visiting them. And he DID give the Shang Dragon the fight of his life before the war broke out.
~Jag~