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A/N- Well another day, another chapter. Except it's not another day…Hmmm… Anyway here we go. Oh, but before we attend our daily fic reading, please Review guys!!! I have 7 reviews and 62 hits! This is not good for my confidence. Oh well, at least no flames yet, but I'll manage to piss someone off someday, you just watch… And sorry this is short, don't expect anything new for a couple weeks. If you want a heads up let me know by leaving your email addy or sending it to me!
Notes- Stuff in plain italics is stuff from memory or thoughts, stuff "In quotes in italics" I stuff being exchanged via the finger language, stole that right out from under David Edding's nose.
Kenji Fa'Taela preferred to be called Ken. But nobody ever did except Miyako. Of course that might just be because she needed all the speed she could get when talking so as to not bore others to death with her long commentary on life lover-
"So anyway, Ken are you listening to me?" Ken jumped, and then thought shit; I forgot Miya was still here.
"Damn it Ken why can't you listen for more than 5 minutes without frolicking off into la la land?" Miyako Serra'Forla glared at her best friend. She shifted her arms and sniffed, saying what she thought of Ken's attitude. The youngest lady knight in the Duchy of Tortu was an unusual beauty; her purple hair marked her apart from other lady knights and the ladies of court. As a matter of fact purple hair was quite popular amongst some of the younger ladies, dyed but purple nonetheless. Ken sighed, he remembered that week, and her ego had almost suffered an ulcer it got so big…
"There you go again, I swear Ken you have the attention span of a cocker spaniel." Ken's ears perked at the mention of a dog. Breeding animals was what the Duchy was known for. A kingdom in their own right, the best warhorses, dogs, cats, unicorns and wyverns came from Tortu.
"Fuck this Ken, you obviously need to get out of here, let's go riding on some wyverns." Ken nodded and went to slide on some warmer clothing. He met Miyako out on the wyvern tower where the fresh mounts were kept. Ken sidled up to his own mount, Marble. So named because his scales were the color of marble, unusual amongst Wyverns. Marble had been the runt of a litter but grew bigger than all of his littermates in the end.
Miyako came up a second later just as Ken was finishing putting on the restraints of his saddle. She leapt into her mount's saddle, swatted it's nose when it hissed, and strapped in. her saddle was different than Kens, she had pouches for simple magic globes that could be shot from a sling. Wyvern riders were indigenous to Tortu, since Wyverns only lived in the Wilds, a long stretch of mountains and forest, largely unexplored. There were rumors that the mages had a secret stronghold there incase they ever needed to retreat from humanity, but that was just a myth. Only sometimes explorers reported being under an avalanche one moment and on another peak the next, watching the snow rumble down the mountain…
Miyako finally got her sling and lance where she wanted them and clucked. Ken led his wyvern out with her and then the beasts leapt from the tower. The tower was situated over a steep rocky cliff, the ground was covered in hot springs and the ground was baked when the sun was high up, creating the absolute prefect place to launch a wyvern or hawk.
Ken yelled triumphantly as he plunged through the air. Marble carried him up flawlessly and soon he was racing through the air, his hair streaming behind him and his laughter tumbling through the air. Miyako gave a whoop of delight and spurred her Wyvern on faster. The two flew designs in the air that nobody could see and reveled in it. The wind sped along side them and Ken fancied he could hear the whisper of secrets on its sweet breath.
Suddenly Ken felt a pain lance into shoulder, intense and powerful. He screamed as he realized he'd just been shot with a crossbow bolt. Then with the pain overloading his senses he collapsed into unconsciousness.
Miyako felt something wrong before she saw the crossbow bolt appear from Ken's shoulder. Quickly whirling her wyvern around she drew her sling and hoisted the lance all in one smooth motion. Behind her were 3 other wyvern riders, bandits. There was a good market for wyverns, and not everyone wished to obtain them from Castle Wyvern, so aptly named. Killing wyvern riders on trained beasts was easier than training the beasts themselves, unless the wyvern was loyal. In which case you were dead the second your back was turned.
Miyako wasn't thinking of this, she was cursing her hair that she had forgotten to bind behind her head, it might flicker into her vision and she couldn't afford a distraction now. She gained height and lobbed a capsule at one rider. It burst in his face and he screamed once before his head dissolved. Then she banked, murder in her heart. The second rider didn't know what hit her; she was skewered by a lance in the throat, the woman's lifeblood decorating the back of her wyvern.
Miyako dove and swung to a hard left to avoid whatever the other rider could fling at her. Only she was diving straight into another rider with a lance. She had no shield. SHIT! She watched in slow motion as the lance neared her face and then- a sensation of feathers…
Miyako awoke later to find herself being shaken roughly by a frightened Ken.
"Oh gods you're ok, I was so worried and-" Miyako quickly recollected what had happened. All around her were knights from the castle and the Duke himself. Ken's father looked very concerned. She shook her head groggily and winced as it hurt.
"Here Miya, the healer can help that." Senjos, a kindly portly old man smiled and place one warm hand on Miyako's head. For a moment she experienced the peculiar melding that comes from healing as energy flowed into her. When he withdrew his hand it was almost with as much reluctance as Miyako felt for it leaving, healing was a euphoric feeling, something many took as a symbol of what the gods truly desired from humanity.
"You foolish young woman." The duke said kindly, but with a proud smile. "You left improperly equipped but still managed to save my son, for that I thank you heartfelt. I will gift you from the royal armory when we reach Larek."
"Damn it that was close Tk, why didn't you blast them sooner?" Jun angrily growled at the boy's presence. The figure was much more feminine now, seeing as the possessing mind was now a girl's. Tk grumbled at her.
I'm
not used to this, and what were those maneuvers you were trying to do? Our body
is going to ache tomorrow…
The figure blushed sheepishly. "Well then maybe we should switch spots then." She felt Tk's assent and relinquished her hold over the body. Tk gently slid into place and found-
"FUCK!"
Oh
come on, having a vagina isn't that bad is it? The breasts haven't
developed yet but I'm sure you'll get used to them-
"I'm changing it now." Jun didn't argue, but now she had something she could always tease Tk about, since it would take him several hours to get back to normal.
"So let's see, now all we have to do is find Yama and Dais…"
Ooooh,
we get to peak in on your luscious older brother do we? Well well well-
"Two can play that game, and since I have control over the body your going to be getting aroused to this." For a minute the figure stood there, cloaked in deep white robes of power. It's wings stretched behind it and the face held the hope of Tk with the reckless element of Jun. Their two personalities matched perfectly, and the melding of the two created great power.
Oh
god, please make it stop! NOW TK!
"Ouch, oh alright but just so you know…"
Oh
my god I can't believe I just saw my brother licking- ugh…
I'll get you for that.
"Yeah yeah whatever, we have a job to do, let's get to it."
Mimi glance next to her as her dining partner sat down. His tall elegant body was almost lanky but held a deadly sort of grace. Mimi could read faces and body's like books, it was part of how she operated, and she knew this young handsome man for what he was, an Assassin. Probably Hand or Arm, make that Arm, he just took the first bite and winked at me. Mimi smiled softly and made a polite social laugh, turning her charm up to the maximum. She gently flashed a certain amount of cleavage; his eyes were drawn but didn't stay.
Hmm… he likes men then, or is so into his work he can only concentrate on it… No, definitely men given the way he's looking at the crown prince. The heir to the throne, Jalkin, was a beautiful boy with curly blonde hair and silver eyes. A strange combination, but he had eyebrows and cheekbones to kill for. Poor baby, he and Tai were such good friends, something that pissed Eltan off certainly.
"So milady, who do I have the extreme pleasure of addressing." Jyou cautiously extended the greeting. He had seen her testing him, and she knew him for what he was and so he knew what she was in turn. He was almost looking forward to the long game.
"Oh, I am Mimi Ke'Leyona," Merchant lord's daughter, Leyona? Hmm… Oh yes, the second most powerful merchant consortium in Larek, and the only one with ties to the Duchy of Tortu, nice corner on the Wyvern market they got there. "And you must be Jyou Fa'Talis." Jyou would have started in surprise but realized she was the kind of girl who must keep track of every member of the great houses circling through.
"So, why are you here Lord- oops I seem to have dropped my napkin!" Jyou knew what was expected of him and picked it up; when he held it out to her she smiled with a pleased look. Her fingers flickered at him briefly and in his surprise he almost froze. He watched her finger unobtrusively.
"So,
Jyou, excuse me but I am curious, Arm?"
"Yes milady." Jyou knew that if she was smart and knowledgeable to know what rank he was he might as well admit it, the academy taught when it was graceful to bow out.
They continued to eat, passing information back and forth between their fingers, faces and most of all their voices. On such a high level of political intrigue everything had hidden meaning. Finally the dinner ended and everyone adjourned to the ball. Jyou gracefully linked arms with Mimi and led her into the gigantic hall.
The ceiling rose up like a fiery sunrise, it was done in fantastic paintings depicting the legends of the gods. Gold, silver, platinum, marble, colors of all sorts, it was a masterpiece that had taken several generations to finish. Jyou and Mimi gently glided across the floor in slow stately dances. Within moments Jyou had her laughing with his well barbed comments about certain lords and ladies. Finally they went to one of the private balconies where they could talk unnoticed.
"Ah Mimi, this place is so beautiful." Jyou murmured softly. Neither of them knew why but they both felt a peculiar bond, one that made them both familiar to each other despite having never met before. Suddenly a pretty young lady appeared between the two, wearing the deep ruby robes of a mage with green trim.
"Jyou,
who is your noble friend?" Mimi smiled looked to Jyou. After introducing
Lady Mimi Ke'Leyona to Sora Roseblood he watched the two gently kiss the
air beside their heads. Mimi and Sora shivered at each other's touches,
something electric passed between them in that moment. Suddenly Mimi felt
nervous while Sora felt energized. The two stared at each other in an awkward
silence that was strangely compelling. Jyou quietly left, he recognized
attraction when he saw it, and although it surprised him, he knew to leave it
well enough alone. Now just to make sure they weren't interrupted…