Disclaimer: Pierce's stuff ain't mine so don't sue me.
Kris awoke on her third day of travel with a sense of determination. She had been living off the wildlife and her supplies so she was not starving, like some of the citizens of the village she passed. Sigh.another long day. Kris got up, saddled her horse, making sure Katina was secured safely in her makeshift basket, and started down the path once more.
Kris was thinking again, something she did often. 'I wonder what life like a page would be like,' she thought. 'Especially with one girl already there. I wonder if she can keep up. I know I can.' Her cocky attitude was soon put to rest however.
"Who rides in our territory," cried a particularly nasty voice. "You are trespassing on the lands of the great Irkah, and if you don't leave immediately, you shall be annihilated."
"Wha." Kris was confused. She did not see anyone, although there were very few trees around, and she definitely heard a voice. Then she smelled something that could kill an elephant. She looked up. About a dozen Stormwings hovered over her, 20 feet in the air.
"Eeep, not good," Kris yelped. She had never actually come in contact with an immortal and she had hoped it would be a friendly one. Apparently, it wasn't.
"Speak, or you shall never have the chance to do so again. King Jonathon expressly promised us that no human would walk on these grounds and here you stand before me, a filthy girl, who probably has wet her breeches."
That did it. Nobody insulted Kris and got away with it. Gathering her wits and strength, she grabbed her bow (slung around her shoulder, just for this kind of occasion) and an arrow from a quiver tied to the saddle and strung the bow. The stormwings had sensed what she was doing but were too stunned by a mere girl trying to attack them that they hadn't moved. Kris let loose, and the arrow struck the stormwing who had issued the warning in its chest, just below the neck. The stormwing fell, and the others after it, but no, they were diving. Kris realized this with horror and had already kicked her horse into a gallop when she saw movement in the sky.
"I just had to anger them. Why couldn't I keep my big mouth shut?" Kris muttered as she was trying to escape her extremely angry pursuers.
"You shall not escape girl!" shouted one of the immortals. "We shall exact our revenge for your rude and idiotic actions!"
Kris was running out of options. Her horse was tiring and she knew, all too clearly, that she was no match with a sword or bow for a dozen stormwings, even if one was injured. With pursed lips Kris decided what she would do.
"Catch me if you can!" she yelled behind her. Kris drove her horse into a forest that she had been careful not to enter, hoping ('boy am I crazy') that the stormwings would follow. After Kris had entered the trees she began untying the saddle and her packs from the horse, careful not to injure Katina. She then, with one hand set the trees around her ablaze with her gift and jumped off the horse, her things falling with her, and Katina safely in her grasp. Now came the risky part. The fire, she hoped, would scare the horse into running without her, and keeping the stormwings from seeing or smelling her. Finally, though it had only been mere seconds, the stormwings flew past her has a distorted blur after her horse. Kris knew that she had to get out of the forest so she made sure that all her supplies were still attached to her saddle and she made her way to where she entered the forest, away from those horrible stormwings. When she emerged, she sighed a great sigh, rolled out her bedroll, and collapsed into it.
She was walking down the road the next day in a terrible mood. Though she had escaped death, she was not happy as to the way that she had to do it. She had used her gift, and that meant that she was weak. She was beating herself up mentally for a good 15 minutes before she realized that she had entered a town. Looking up, her jaw dropped. She had arrived in the city of Corus.
A/N good? Bad? r&r PLZ!!!!!
Kris awoke on her third day of travel with a sense of determination. She had been living off the wildlife and her supplies so she was not starving, like some of the citizens of the village she passed. Sigh.another long day. Kris got up, saddled her horse, making sure Katina was secured safely in her makeshift basket, and started down the path once more.
Kris was thinking again, something she did often. 'I wonder what life like a page would be like,' she thought. 'Especially with one girl already there. I wonder if she can keep up. I know I can.' Her cocky attitude was soon put to rest however.
"Who rides in our territory," cried a particularly nasty voice. "You are trespassing on the lands of the great Irkah, and if you don't leave immediately, you shall be annihilated."
"Wha." Kris was confused. She did not see anyone, although there were very few trees around, and she definitely heard a voice. Then she smelled something that could kill an elephant. She looked up. About a dozen Stormwings hovered over her, 20 feet in the air.
"Eeep, not good," Kris yelped. She had never actually come in contact with an immortal and she had hoped it would be a friendly one. Apparently, it wasn't.
"Speak, or you shall never have the chance to do so again. King Jonathon expressly promised us that no human would walk on these grounds and here you stand before me, a filthy girl, who probably has wet her breeches."
That did it. Nobody insulted Kris and got away with it. Gathering her wits and strength, she grabbed her bow (slung around her shoulder, just for this kind of occasion) and an arrow from a quiver tied to the saddle and strung the bow. The stormwings had sensed what she was doing but were too stunned by a mere girl trying to attack them that they hadn't moved. Kris let loose, and the arrow struck the stormwing who had issued the warning in its chest, just below the neck. The stormwing fell, and the others after it, but no, they were diving. Kris realized this with horror and had already kicked her horse into a gallop when she saw movement in the sky.
"I just had to anger them. Why couldn't I keep my big mouth shut?" Kris muttered as she was trying to escape her extremely angry pursuers.
"You shall not escape girl!" shouted one of the immortals. "We shall exact our revenge for your rude and idiotic actions!"
Kris was running out of options. Her horse was tiring and she knew, all too clearly, that she was no match with a sword or bow for a dozen stormwings, even if one was injured. With pursed lips Kris decided what she would do.
"Catch me if you can!" she yelled behind her. Kris drove her horse into a forest that she had been careful not to enter, hoping ('boy am I crazy') that the stormwings would follow. After Kris had entered the trees she began untying the saddle and her packs from the horse, careful not to injure Katina. She then, with one hand set the trees around her ablaze with her gift and jumped off the horse, her things falling with her, and Katina safely in her grasp. Now came the risky part. The fire, she hoped, would scare the horse into running without her, and keeping the stormwings from seeing or smelling her. Finally, though it had only been mere seconds, the stormwings flew past her has a distorted blur after her horse. Kris knew that she had to get out of the forest so she made sure that all her supplies were still attached to her saddle and she made her way to where she entered the forest, away from those horrible stormwings. When she emerged, she sighed a great sigh, rolled out her bedroll, and collapsed into it.
She was walking down the road the next day in a terrible mood. Though she had escaped death, she was not happy as to the way that she had to do it. She had used her gift, and that meant that she was weak. She was beating herself up mentally for a good 15 minutes before she realized that she had entered a town. Looking up, her jaw dropped. She had arrived in the city of Corus.
A/N good? Bad? r&r PLZ!!!!!