Disclaimer: I do not own anything except for the plot and the characters
that you don't recognize. Also, the description of the little man belongs
in the most part to the ultimate goddess of literature, Tamora Pierce.
"SWISH! AND HE SCORES AGAIN!"
"Nice shot."
"Good game."
"Yea, I know, I know. I am the king. Hey, I gotta go guys, later!"
"See ya."
"Bye."
"Yea, see ya around Jim."
Jim whistled to himself as he walked home along 7th avenue and Peach St. He was 14 years old 4'9", had dark hair, and light skin. He had light green eyes, and usually sported a grin on his face. He loved to play sports, but he completely despised his younger sister. While he enjoyed talking about the way the Yankees had creamed their last opponent, his sister, Lauryn, was always talking about some sort of fantasy world call tortoise or tortellini or something. She was always yapping about Alan or Alana or Something-Daine or Keladrie. Anyways, he totally despised these people, and their world, whoever they were. It drove him completely insane. Well, now he was home, and he was going to try and sneak up to his room so as not to run into his sister.
Creak. Oh no! Stupid door!
"Hiya Jim! Howwasbasketballwasitfundidjyawinguesswhat," said Jim's annoying 11-year-old sister.
"What?" replied a very annoyed Jim. His sister had been waiting for him just beyond the hallway in the other room. When Jim had opened the door, his sister had come running to him at 80 mph, asking him all these questions, and he was getting angrier by the second.
"I just finished Squire!" said Lauryn, with a look of triumph on her face.
"And what exactly, is Squire?"
"It's the third Kel book, DUH!" There she goes again, Jim thought, on and on and on about her books. She's gonna keep talking about her stupid books until I find a way to get outta here!
"Kids! It's time for dinner!" Phew, mom to the rescue.
"…And then Alanna came and gave her Griffin! It was sooo cool!"
Jim had gone inside the house and had just washed his hands when his temper started to get out of hand.
"Will you please stop pestering me Lauryn!? You are bugging the crap outta me!" Jim had exploded.
"Fine, I'll be quiet, but just wait till Lady Knight comes out!" Lauryn had an evil look on her face.
I wish it would never come out. Sheesh.
***
It was after dinner and Jim was dragging himself up to bed. I hope that I get to sleep in today, because I hate it when my sister wakes me up on Sunday morning. Jim dressed into his pajamas and climbed sleepily into bed. He had played a hard game of b-ball that afternoon and he was dead tired. He didn't even have enough energy to tell his sister off because she had pestered him all through dinner, while he watched T.V., and while he was going up the stairs to his room. He had finally shut the door on her, because he knew that she knew not to come into his room when he shut his door. Pesky little sister, thought Jim, stupid Tortall…
***
Jim looked around. He was in a dark room lit only by one torch and a little light coming from an open door. The walls, he noticed, were composed of a dark kind of stone, and had several tapestries hung at equal intervals from one another. "Where am I?" Jim wondered aloud, his wide eyes taking everything in around him.
"Where you are presently is of no concern to you," replied a cold and sinister voice from the open doorway.
Jim whirled around; he had been examining one of the tapestries, and saw three men standing just inside the room.
The man on the left hand side of the three was the first to catch Jim's attention. He was over nine feet in height, with gigantic arms and legs, and just huge all around. He had a blank expression on his face, very similar to the look of a dumbfounded child. He stood with the air of someone who was used to being bossed around but couldn't do anything about it. That must be some sort of guard, Jim thought; He sure doesn't look very smart.
The second man Jim noticed was standing on the right hand side of the others. He was short, scrawny, and his hair was brown, like a mouse's. He wore a rusty robe that was covered with what looked to be stains and burn marks. But what drew Jim's attention was that the little man just couldn't hold still. He dug absently at a pimple on his face, chewed a fingernail, and picked things off his robe. When Jim looked closer, he noticed that the fidgety little man's eyes blinked constantly, and he was licking his lips that were apart of a thin, selfish mouth. The third person, and most inconspicuous of the lot, was standing in the shadow of the giant, and Jim couldn't make out his features very well. He did look to have the posture of one with a lot of power, and he had a very dangerous looking sword on a belt around his waist. I'm in for it now.
"Welcome to my humble abode," said the man in the middle. Well, Jim thought the voice came from him. "My name is Maggur Rathhausak and you have just entered the greatest and most powerful realm of all the Eastern Lands: Scanra.
A/N: So, what do you guys think? Do you like it? Should I continue? Should I write from Lauryn's POV or stay with Jim's? Give me your reviews so that I may continue. PLZ REVIEW!!!!
"SWISH! AND HE SCORES AGAIN!"
"Nice shot."
"Good game."
"Yea, I know, I know. I am the king. Hey, I gotta go guys, later!"
"See ya."
"Bye."
"Yea, see ya around Jim."
Jim whistled to himself as he walked home along 7th avenue and Peach St. He was 14 years old 4'9", had dark hair, and light skin. He had light green eyes, and usually sported a grin on his face. He loved to play sports, but he completely despised his younger sister. While he enjoyed talking about the way the Yankees had creamed their last opponent, his sister, Lauryn, was always talking about some sort of fantasy world call tortoise or tortellini or something. She was always yapping about Alan or Alana or Something-Daine or Keladrie. Anyways, he totally despised these people, and their world, whoever they were. It drove him completely insane. Well, now he was home, and he was going to try and sneak up to his room so as not to run into his sister.
Creak. Oh no! Stupid door!
"Hiya Jim! Howwasbasketballwasitfundidjyawinguesswhat," said Jim's annoying 11-year-old sister.
"What?" replied a very annoyed Jim. His sister had been waiting for him just beyond the hallway in the other room. When Jim had opened the door, his sister had come running to him at 80 mph, asking him all these questions, and he was getting angrier by the second.
"I just finished Squire!" said Lauryn, with a look of triumph on her face.
"And what exactly, is Squire?"
"It's the third Kel book, DUH!" There she goes again, Jim thought, on and on and on about her books. She's gonna keep talking about her stupid books until I find a way to get outta here!
"Kids! It's time for dinner!" Phew, mom to the rescue.
"…And then Alanna came and gave her Griffin! It was sooo cool!"
Jim had gone inside the house and had just washed his hands when his temper started to get out of hand.
"Will you please stop pestering me Lauryn!? You are bugging the crap outta me!" Jim had exploded.
"Fine, I'll be quiet, but just wait till Lady Knight comes out!" Lauryn had an evil look on her face.
I wish it would never come out. Sheesh.
***
It was after dinner and Jim was dragging himself up to bed. I hope that I get to sleep in today, because I hate it when my sister wakes me up on Sunday morning. Jim dressed into his pajamas and climbed sleepily into bed. He had played a hard game of b-ball that afternoon and he was dead tired. He didn't even have enough energy to tell his sister off because she had pestered him all through dinner, while he watched T.V., and while he was going up the stairs to his room. He had finally shut the door on her, because he knew that she knew not to come into his room when he shut his door. Pesky little sister, thought Jim, stupid Tortall…
***
Jim looked around. He was in a dark room lit only by one torch and a little light coming from an open door. The walls, he noticed, were composed of a dark kind of stone, and had several tapestries hung at equal intervals from one another. "Where am I?" Jim wondered aloud, his wide eyes taking everything in around him.
"Where you are presently is of no concern to you," replied a cold and sinister voice from the open doorway.
Jim whirled around; he had been examining one of the tapestries, and saw three men standing just inside the room.
The man on the left hand side of the three was the first to catch Jim's attention. He was over nine feet in height, with gigantic arms and legs, and just huge all around. He had a blank expression on his face, very similar to the look of a dumbfounded child. He stood with the air of someone who was used to being bossed around but couldn't do anything about it. That must be some sort of guard, Jim thought; He sure doesn't look very smart.
The second man Jim noticed was standing on the right hand side of the others. He was short, scrawny, and his hair was brown, like a mouse's. He wore a rusty robe that was covered with what looked to be stains and burn marks. But what drew Jim's attention was that the little man just couldn't hold still. He dug absently at a pimple on his face, chewed a fingernail, and picked things off his robe. When Jim looked closer, he noticed that the fidgety little man's eyes blinked constantly, and he was licking his lips that were apart of a thin, selfish mouth. The third person, and most inconspicuous of the lot, was standing in the shadow of the giant, and Jim couldn't make out his features very well. He did look to have the posture of one with a lot of power, and he had a very dangerous looking sword on a belt around his waist. I'm in for it now.
"Welcome to my humble abode," said the man in the middle. Well, Jim thought the voice came from him. "My name is Maggur Rathhausak and you have just entered the greatest and most powerful realm of all the Eastern Lands: Scanra.
A/N: So, what do you guys think? Do you like it? Should I continue? Should I write from Lauryn's POV or stay with Jim's? Give me your reviews so that I may continue. PLZ REVIEW!!!!