Repetition
By Rae
A/N Well …I feel quite unloved! #sighs# no reviews on the last chapter. Pity. Your loss cause this is going to be a WICKED story! ~I hope~ So if you could kindly review, It would be muchly appreciated!
Characters
are not mine. Their Tamora Pierces, AKA God. ~take note I do not take credit
for any of the plot either, ok well maybe a smidge, you'll find out why …~
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By
Gods!
muttered Kel, with a grin on her face. This is craziness! A full
knight and I'm still being carted around by my knight master!
She
had just finished talking with Raoul. He had invited her to stay with the own
for a winter. Kel was getting restless so accepted, happy to be under his
command again. She also wanted to see her friends of the Own before her summer
of itinerant began.
Instead
of searching for Cleon to continuing where they had left off but decided
against it. Instead she wandered to an inside practice court. Smiling, she
grabbed a practice sword. It had been a while since she had last held one. She
went through a few moves annoyed by the lightness of it. Putting it back she
ran to her room and retrieved her glaive and Griffen then jogged back to the
practice court. Within a minute she was absorbed in pattern dance with Griffen
in hand. Full focus on the flashing blade, she didn't realize Lord Wyldon
watching her. When the sword stopped cutting the air She heard a cough.
"Nicely
done Mindelin." He walked up to her smiling for once.
"Thank
you, sir." She looked at him curiously. Was he only openly friendly to knights?
"Haven't
seen you recently. How is your jousting coming along?"
"Fairly
good my Lord. More wins then losses."
"Good.
Your friend Owen … is a hard worker." Glanced at the sword in her hand. "Would
you like practice Keladry?"
No!
Not with someone who could kill me in a second! "Accepted." and took a
beginning stance as he drew his sword.
Fear
sang in her head. He won't hurt me. I was his student, this is just
practice. Seeing her uneasiness, Wyldon sighed. "Don't look so frightened
girl! Fence!" And started the first attack. Kel blocked, there swords meeting
with a clang. Not cutting her any slack he reversed in a butterfly sweep.
Barely making that block, he continued to hammer down on Kel. She grinned
inwardly. At least she knew that he wouldn't go easy on her. She could tell he
was trying to make her mad so she would retaliate. It was working. She got her
first strike in. they battled it out for a few minutes. Trading blocks and
strikes, Wyldons strong and Kels getting stronger and more confident with each
swing. This was about the time where one of the opponents got tired. They were
still both on the top of there game. Kel was waiting for an opening when
suddenly her sword was yanked from her hand. Kel saluted and surrendered.
"Congratulations my lord."
Wyldon
just nods at her. "Your good Mindelin. Work on your perception and keep looking
at my torso, it will give away the move of an opponent." He sheathed his sword
then nodded. "Good night Sir Keladry."
Kel
looked at Jump who had been watching them. "Ya know, I think he maybe more then
just a good training master and a stump." And she left for her room.
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Numair was analyzing in his room reading up on documents for the 38th time. It was all here and actually quite clear. All he needed was three days a borrowed gift and something that was Jorens.
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"Alanna, I need to borrow your gift." Seeing her hesitation he plowed on. "Just for 12 hours. I can do it while your sleeping."
"That's fine Numair, but why?" But before she could get an answer he was gone.
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Three nights later …
The night zephyr was bitter. It ate through the several layers of hide and cotton Alanna wore. She couldn't even warm herself with her gift. As she hurried through the halls down to Numairs study. His vague excuse for the need of her gift annoyed her. And she figured she would go right to the source. The brisk pace was cut off when she came into the shadow of none other then Jonathon.
"My champion. Just who I need to talk to."
Sighing in disgust. "Jon," She had never quite forgiven him for putting the Mindelin girl on probation and then denied any kind of contact with her. Or so he thought. That thought made her grin. "Your highness, to what do I owe this conversation?"
He lost is charisma when he got back on topic. "With this war brewing up in Scanra I need you to border patrol. I know that you normally don't scry but I'm asking this from you because you understand when to attack. Some of these young knights … are some what hasty to attack."
She looked up with surprise. "Jon, these knights were trained to undertake the tasks of the same training as us. They know exactly when to attack. Wyldon is no fool. He taught them well. However, under certain experiences I agree some do go a little rushed. And I will go.
She left with out talking to Numair.
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