1 Chapter Two
Okay guys, I know my story isn't quite as articulate and eventful as some others, but I'll get there eventually. I think this chapter is one of the best to describe K'Sai's personality. (It's pronounced Kay-sigh)
"I'm sorry to bother you royal asses, but I was just wondering where the hell we're going?" K'Sai asked of her entourage of well-trained men. They were gathered around her like vultures around a carcass.
"Shut up, stupid girl! You don't need to know!" one soldier replied as they reached a small border guard cabin.
"Now is that any way to treat a lady, Mal?" came a voice from beyond the curtains of the cabin.
The one called Mal grumbled and walked away. K'Sai stuck her tongue out after him and, with a few not-so-gentle movements, K'Sai was shoved into the cabin and overwhelmed with the urge to slap, punch, kick, or otherwise maim someone.
After straightening herself up, K'Sai looked around at the luxurious accommodations of the cabin, which was miles away from the training school. The oranges and browns of the silk clothes seemed to escalate her anger.
"He's really not so bad," came the voice again, only, this time, K'Sai could tell it came from beneath a veil of orange silks and laces which blocked off a sort of "room" within the cabin itself.
"Who are you and what the hell do you want with me?" K'Sai asked searching for a set of eyes upon which to concentrate.
"I am Lord Callus Mauvais. Lord of the Border countries, all of them now," the deep voice answered.
He sounded so sure of himself that K'Sai nearly went numb.
" You haven't finished answering my question, Lord," K'Sai said sarcastically. "What do you want me for?"
Okay guys, I know my story isn't quite as articulate and eventful as some others, but I'll get there eventually. I think this chapter is one of the best to describe K'Sai's personality. (It's pronounced Kay-sigh)
"I'm sorry to bother you royal asses, but I was just wondering where the hell we're going?" K'Sai asked of her entourage of well-trained men. They were gathered around her like vultures around a carcass.
"Shut up, stupid girl! You don't need to know!" one soldier replied as they reached a small border guard cabin.
"Now is that any way to treat a lady, Mal?" came a voice from beyond the curtains of the cabin.
The one called Mal grumbled and walked away. K'Sai stuck her tongue out after him and, with a few not-so-gentle movements, K'Sai was shoved into the cabin and overwhelmed with the urge to slap, punch, kick, or otherwise maim someone.
After straightening herself up, K'Sai looked around at the luxurious accommodations of the cabin, which was miles away from the training school. The oranges and browns of the silk clothes seemed to escalate her anger.
"He's really not so bad," came the voice again, only, this time, K'Sai could tell it came from beneath a veil of orange silks and laces which blocked off a sort of "room" within the cabin itself.
"Who are you and what the hell do you want with me?" K'Sai asked searching for a set of eyes upon which to concentrate.
"I am Lord Callus Mauvais. Lord of the Border countries, all of them now," the deep voice answered.
He sounded so sure of himself that K'Sai nearly went numb.
" You haven't finished answering my question, Lord," K'Sai said sarcastically. "What do you want me for?"