Squire Keladry
Kel sat on her bed. It was the squires' day off, Lord Raoul was out in the city, and Lalasa had gone to get her some new clothes. She mulled over what Neal had said. Did he think now that she was unable to protect herself? The color rose in her cheeks at the memory. He, her friend, companion, and secret love, had betrayed her by not saying directly, but in a roundabout way, that she was incapable of taking care of herself. She decided that if he was going to act like this, then he wasn't her true love. So she gave up on him, wishing desperately that he didn't mean those words so he could truly be her love. But she was as stone, and he could not be with her if he was like that. As if trying to prove this to herself, she began a series of very complicated glaive dances.
The next morning, Neal noticed that, however friendly she acted toward him, she was oddly short and formal to him in a way she wasn't with the others. He sighed. He couldn't tell her what he knew just yet. Not yet. On the bad side of it, though, Kel would be pretty unfriendly unless he did. Tomorrow, he thought. Tomorrow would be a great day to tell her.
And so it went, with Neal always telling himself tomorrow would be a better day. Kel had a feeling he was hiding something from her, so she chose not to tell him some of her things, either. She spent her evenings studying, but managed to always find a seat far away from Neal. She inwardly sighed. What is he hiding? And why won't he tell me?
The next day, they started jousting. Kel looked eagerly to see who she got partnered up with, and her heart sank. "Joren of Stone Mountain with Keladry of Mindelan", the paper read. She felt uncomfortable as she mounted her horse, Peachblossom. Joren just stared at her, then smiled in a cruel way.
"To your positions, people!" Sergeant Ezeko boomed. She wiped suddenly sweaty hands on her breeches and settled her lance in the "charging" position.
"Go!"
Kel charged at Joren, keeping an eye on his chest, a trick Sir Raoul taught her. His eyes glittered with malice. He swung his horse in and out in a weaving pattern, but Kel went with him. She turned when she reached the other end. He grinned in a crazy way. She felt rage swell up at him. In an instant, she saw her chance. He swung his lance round, and she hit him straight in the chest. The blow knocked him off his horse, and she heard him silently cursing her as they went to tell Lord Wyldon who had won. He had said in the beginning that whoever was the winner of their joust first could be rewarded a trip to the city. Kel couldn't wait.
"Hey Kel, wait up!" Neal said. "You're going way too fast around this cliff."
"Stop worrying, Neal. I can most certainly take care of myself. Plus, I want to get to the city early for the sale."
She saw the crumbling ledge too late. In a moment, she was falling. Neal cried out to her, but she couldn't answer. She was thinking hard for some reason about the rock below her. I guess dying people have odd thoughts, Kel mused. Either that, or I'm truly going crazy.
Will Kel live? Is she really going crazy? If you want to find out, wait for my next chapter!
Also, remember these are all characters of Tamora Pierce and that I did not create them myself.
One more favor: please r/r because this is my first fan fic and I want to know if I should continue or not!
Kel sat on her bed. It was the squires' day off, Lord Raoul was out in the city, and Lalasa had gone to get her some new clothes. She mulled over what Neal had said. Did he think now that she was unable to protect herself? The color rose in her cheeks at the memory. He, her friend, companion, and secret love, had betrayed her by not saying directly, but in a roundabout way, that she was incapable of taking care of herself. She decided that if he was going to act like this, then he wasn't her true love. So she gave up on him, wishing desperately that he didn't mean those words so he could truly be her love. But she was as stone, and he could not be with her if he was like that. As if trying to prove this to herself, she began a series of very complicated glaive dances.
The next morning, Neal noticed that, however friendly she acted toward him, she was oddly short and formal to him in a way she wasn't with the others. He sighed. He couldn't tell her what he knew just yet. Not yet. On the bad side of it, though, Kel would be pretty unfriendly unless he did. Tomorrow, he thought. Tomorrow would be a great day to tell her.
And so it went, with Neal always telling himself tomorrow would be a better day. Kel had a feeling he was hiding something from her, so she chose not to tell him some of her things, either. She spent her evenings studying, but managed to always find a seat far away from Neal. She inwardly sighed. What is he hiding? And why won't he tell me?
The next day, they started jousting. Kel looked eagerly to see who she got partnered up with, and her heart sank. "Joren of Stone Mountain with Keladry of Mindelan", the paper read. She felt uncomfortable as she mounted her horse, Peachblossom. Joren just stared at her, then smiled in a cruel way.
"To your positions, people!" Sergeant Ezeko boomed. She wiped suddenly sweaty hands on her breeches and settled her lance in the "charging" position.
"Go!"
Kel charged at Joren, keeping an eye on his chest, a trick Sir Raoul taught her. His eyes glittered with malice. He swung his horse in and out in a weaving pattern, but Kel went with him. She turned when she reached the other end. He grinned in a crazy way. She felt rage swell up at him. In an instant, she saw her chance. He swung his lance round, and she hit him straight in the chest. The blow knocked him off his horse, and she heard him silently cursing her as they went to tell Lord Wyldon who had won. He had said in the beginning that whoever was the winner of their joust first could be rewarded a trip to the city. Kel couldn't wait.
"Hey Kel, wait up!" Neal said. "You're going way too fast around this cliff."
"Stop worrying, Neal. I can most certainly take care of myself. Plus, I want to get to the city early for the sale."
She saw the crumbling ledge too late. In a moment, she was falling. Neal cried out to her, but she couldn't answer. She was thinking hard for some reason about the rock below her. I guess dying people have odd thoughts, Kel mused. Either that, or I'm truly going crazy.
Will Kel live? Is she really going crazy? If you want to find out, wait for my next chapter!
Also, remember these are all characters of Tamora Pierce and that I did not create them myself.
One more favor: please r/r because this is my first fan fic and I want to know if I should continue or not!