Hey sorry for the lateness and all. I am a terrible procrastinator. Oh, just a note this takes place during Page, I know, I know, I've read Squire(and I for one thought it was great), but the time setting of Page just fits with my story better . kay
(Numair has just left Berenice and Sir Mattieu in a library office thing)
"I can't believe it, " Sir Mattieu said, " I've spent over thirty years studying these documents and now you're here and can translate them."
Berenice wasn't sure if the man was anguished or happy, he seemed a little of both. Not really knowing what to do she shrugged and said, "They're in French, I've been speaking it almost all my life." Berenice and Arsinoe's parents had split up when Berenice was three. She lived with her dad in France since then and though they spoke English at home, Berenice had quickly picked up the French language. She went to an American school
"Here," Sir Mattieu rummaged around on a desk that had been partially hidden by a shelf. He put a piece of parchment and quill onto the table next to the book Berenice had just read from, "You, my girl, have yourself a job. I mean, I hope you won't mind, but it would really mean a lot to us if you would make a job out of translating the scrolls. There are literally hundreds of them, so you won't run out of work any time soon." He waited for her to answer.
Berenice stared at the items on the table. Never before had she ever in her dreams imagined she would be right here, right now. (sorry cliché- stupid car commercial).Was she brought here to spend the rest of her life translating documents? She still couldn't comprehend that her coming was prophesied. Well, she thought to herself, what else is there to do? It could be interesting. She looked up at Sir Mattieu, "I don't think I know how to use a quill pen."
Sir Mattieu smiled with relief and showed her how to correctly hold the quill. And so Berenice began. The quill was hard to use at first, her ink inconsistent and blotty, but she soon got used to it, only making a blot or two now and then.
The writings were interesting, or so Berenice thought. Sir Mattieu read what she wrote over her shoulder, annoying Berenice, but she over looked it. The ancient myths had quickly encaptured her attention, as myths commonly did. Ancient civilizations had always fascinated Berenice. She loved to learn about ancient beliefs and see the common sense in them, and see how and why they had started. She was deep into the reading when, Numair and a preoccupied looking King walked in.
"Look," Numair gestured toward her, "I told you she was the one."
The king walked over and picked up a piece of parchment that Berenice had finished writing on and read it. He looked at her, "You understand it?" he asked.
Berenice nodded, a little shy around the King, as Numair said, "Well of course Jon, you don't think she made it up." King Jon shrugged.
"Do you know what this means?" Numair asked, "No other country has a translator for their scrolls, this puts us for ahead of them in our knowledge of the Old Ones." he paused, "There could be ancient spells in these scrolls, who knows the knowledge they will unfold."
"You have a large weight on your shoulders, little one," King Jonathan told Berenice.
Berenice shrugged, "It's nothing I can't handle," she told them shyly, "I actually find it very interesting."
King Jon smiled, " I believe you are the perfect match for Sir Matt," he said. "Now if you will excuse me, I think Numair and I have some business to attend to," he turned to go. Numair gave a nod of farewell and left behind him.
Berenice translated for the rest of the day, only pausing to eat a lunch of a hardroll cheese sandwich. The translating would have been faster if Berenice had been more used to translating French into English, some of the phrases were hard to say in English.
At around six o'clock Sir Mattieu tapped her shoulder. She had been deep into the reading and started, adding another inkblot to her work. A servant had come to take Berenice back to her rooms. She bid goodnight to Sir Mattieu and followed the servant into the main rooms of the library.
As she walked through one of the rooms she saw a group of pages, she could tell by their uniforms. She stared at them wide eyed as she closely followed the servant. No, she thought, It couldn't be. It was. A girl page looked at her as she passed. Berenice exited the Library with the servant, mentally calming herself. She could not believe she had saw Kel!, Arsinoe would flip! It was kind of weird though, she thought to herself. She knew practically everything about these people's lives. Half of her wanted to avoid them while the other half wanted to run up to them screaming. It was weird. By the time she had reached her rooms she had calmed herself down. She thanked the servant and entered her rooms.
Arsinoe was sitting at their coffee table eating some soup. A steaming bowl was on a tray on the table, waiting for her.
"Hey," said Berenice as she sat down with her soup. "I saw Kel and her group."
Arsinoe spit out the soup that had been in her mouth in a fireworks-like spray, "You WHAT?!"
(Numair has just left Berenice and Sir Mattieu in a library office thing)
"I can't believe it, " Sir Mattieu said, " I've spent over thirty years studying these documents and now you're here and can translate them."
Berenice wasn't sure if the man was anguished or happy, he seemed a little of both. Not really knowing what to do she shrugged and said, "They're in French, I've been speaking it almost all my life." Berenice and Arsinoe's parents had split up when Berenice was three. She lived with her dad in France since then and though they spoke English at home, Berenice had quickly picked up the French language. She went to an American school
"Here," Sir Mattieu rummaged around on a desk that had been partially hidden by a shelf. He put a piece of parchment and quill onto the table next to the book Berenice had just read from, "You, my girl, have yourself a job. I mean, I hope you won't mind, but it would really mean a lot to us if you would make a job out of translating the scrolls. There are literally hundreds of them, so you won't run out of work any time soon." He waited for her to answer.
Berenice stared at the items on the table. Never before had she ever in her dreams imagined she would be right here, right now. (sorry cliché- stupid car commercial).Was she brought here to spend the rest of her life translating documents? She still couldn't comprehend that her coming was prophesied. Well, she thought to herself, what else is there to do? It could be interesting. She looked up at Sir Mattieu, "I don't think I know how to use a quill pen."
Sir Mattieu smiled with relief and showed her how to correctly hold the quill. And so Berenice began. The quill was hard to use at first, her ink inconsistent and blotty, but she soon got used to it, only making a blot or two now and then.
The writings were interesting, or so Berenice thought. Sir Mattieu read what she wrote over her shoulder, annoying Berenice, but she over looked it. The ancient myths had quickly encaptured her attention, as myths commonly did. Ancient civilizations had always fascinated Berenice. She loved to learn about ancient beliefs and see the common sense in them, and see how and why they had started. She was deep into the reading when, Numair and a preoccupied looking King walked in.
"Look," Numair gestured toward her, "I told you she was the one."
The king walked over and picked up a piece of parchment that Berenice had finished writing on and read it. He looked at her, "You understand it?" he asked.
Berenice nodded, a little shy around the King, as Numair said, "Well of course Jon, you don't think she made it up." King Jon shrugged.
"Do you know what this means?" Numair asked, "No other country has a translator for their scrolls, this puts us for ahead of them in our knowledge of the Old Ones." he paused, "There could be ancient spells in these scrolls, who knows the knowledge they will unfold."
"You have a large weight on your shoulders, little one," King Jonathan told Berenice.
Berenice shrugged, "It's nothing I can't handle," she told them shyly, "I actually find it very interesting."
King Jon smiled, " I believe you are the perfect match for Sir Matt," he said. "Now if you will excuse me, I think Numair and I have some business to attend to," he turned to go. Numair gave a nod of farewell and left behind him.
Berenice translated for the rest of the day, only pausing to eat a lunch of a hardroll cheese sandwich. The translating would have been faster if Berenice had been more used to translating French into English, some of the phrases were hard to say in English.
At around six o'clock Sir Mattieu tapped her shoulder. She had been deep into the reading and started, adding another inkblot to her work. A servant had come to take Berenice back to her rooms. She bid goodnight to Sir Mattieu and followed the servant into the main rooms of the library.
As she walked through one of the rooms she saw a group of pages, she could tell by their uniforms. She stared at them wide eyed as she closely followed the servant. No, she thought, It couldn't be. It was. A girl page looked at her as she passed. Berenice exited the Library with the servant, mentally calming herself. She could not believe she had saw Kel!, Arsinoe would flip! It was kind of weird though, she thought to herself. She knew practically everything about these people's lives. Half of her wanted to avoid them while the other half wanted to run up to them screaming. It was weird. By the time she had reached her rooms she had calmed herself down. She thanked the servant and entered her rooms.
Arsinoe was sitting at their coffee table eating some soup. A steaming bowl was on a tray on the table, waiting for her.
"Hey," said Berenice as she sat down with her soup. "I saw Kel and her group."
Arsinoe spit out the soup that had been in her mouth in a fireworks-like spray, "You WHAT?!"