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A/N-OK, here's the second part of War Plans. It's a little short, but if I put this chapter and the next one together it will be too long. Well.enjoy!
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The same flash that had distracted Raphael also caught Leya's attention as she was cutting the Rulip off the main plant. Her head jerked up, sending her tangled hair flying in disarray. What on earth? It was too bright to have been reflected from the river. It was now that she realized how close to the bottom of the mountain she was. After a moment, curiosity got the better of her. Once again, she adopted the silent step she had learned and crept down into the valley. The tall grass hid her from view as she picked up a cautious run toward the area in which she had seen the flash of light. Suddenly, she heard voices to her right. She crouched down and crept forward, parting some of the grass to see the sources of the voices.
What she saw was ten men, all dressed to try and blend in with the normal people of this area, though she could see that the cloth was much to fine for them to be commoners. They were in a circle, so she could only see the faces of those on the far side. One man with dark hair and a scar running from his temple to his chin shifted position, drawing her attention to him. Strapped to his belt was a sword, and when he gestured toward the river she saw that he was wearing knives on his wrists. As she studied the other men, she saw that they too were wearing weaponry.
As she tuned in to their conversation, she realized that they were still greeting each other. A movement to her left caused her to half-turn. There, crouching in the grass, was a young man dressed to blend in with his surroundings, except for a band around his upper arm that displayed the colors of the kindgom Carthak. He was well armed and seemed to be on the look out, watching the people by the tree and searching the area surrounding him. Leya quickly slipped out of view and began to scout the area. She soon found that there were nine others like him, only each one had the colors of another country. No two were the same. To Leya, they seemed to be almost ~*guarding*~ the people by the river. This scouting hadn't taken her very long, so when she returned to her post, careful to avoid the guards, she found that they had only just begun to discuss why they had gathered. They had also shifted around some so she could now see all their faces.
She listened intently, and, to her shock, they addressed each other as 'King' or 'Emperor' or they called each other by the names of various countries. Suddenly, the full meaning of this dawned on her. They were the rulers of various countries, meeting here for no reason in particular. . . or so it seemed.
"Carthak, did you bring it?" the man with the scar on his face asked in a harsh whisper. He wore the colors of Tusaine.
"Yes, King Anton." The man who answered smiled slightly, but it was not a warm smile, it was one of a predator hunting its prey. He had sharp features and deeply tanned skin. His eyes were black as night and merciless. As an after thought, he added, "My name is not that of the country I rule. It is Emperor Coyan." This man wore the colors of Carthak
"I think we would all like to see it, Coyan." A man with lighter, sandy hair and dark eyes said. He was shorter than the others, but the sneer that seemed stuck permanently on his face made him seem foreboding. On his arm in a band like those on the guards he wore the colors of Scanra.
"All in good time, all in good time, King Zane." Emperor Coyan answered lazily.
"We came here to dump it, and dump it we shall. If you don't mind, I'd like to get it done." This voice was soft and quite nice to listen to. Leya was startled and looked quickly at his facial features. His eyes were ice blue, and seemed almost kind, till you looked closer. There was a dark shadow that lurked deep within him, and someone who looked close enough could see it. His brown hair fell to his shoulders, and he appeared quite calm. This horrible king wore the colors of Tyra.
"I agree with King Vaughn. What do you think King Nils?" A man with a rough voice said with a nod toward the man with the shadows in his eyes. He towered above the others and looked down on them. His large eyebrows made shadows dance around his eyes. His jaw was firmly set and created lines on his face. He was quite a heavily set man, but there was still something around his that seemed to whisper of danger. Running down one arm of his jacket were the colors of the Copper Isles.
King Niles nodded agreement. He had a large nose that dominated his features other then the fact that his skin was a lighter shade than the others'. He wore the colors of Galla. "Emperor Salvetor and King Vaughn. King Tyrone. . . I believe you were the one who was going to dump it in."
A man with many scars riddling his face held out a hand toward Emperor Coyan. This last man's armband displayed the colors of Maren. "Indeed I did." After a moment, Coyan pulled out a small bottle filled with a strange liquid. Leya looked at it, trying to figure out what it was. . . or at least what color it was! One second she was sure it was green and the next it seemed to be orange. . . wait, it was red! It shifted and constantly eluded her as she tried to grasp its color.
"Just dump it in. . . we already discussed what effects it will have on the people of Corus."
Leya stiffened at the mention of the capital of Tortall. The strange substance in the bottle made her uneasy, and she was sure that the liquid was some form of a poison.
King Tyrone reached out and took it from the Emperor and unscrewed the cap. Without a word he crossed to the river and held the bottle over it. "Ah, the people of Corus might never survive." He said this right before he turned the bottle over and dumped the liquid into the water. It vanished from sight as it mixed with the water.
There was a brief silence, then King Anton spoke. "We strike when they have been weakened. I will contact you all when I know the exact date of our attack."
With that, they all separated and began to head in different directions. Leya heard the guards moving with them, but chose to say where she was. She was in a state of complete shock. Had she just overheard a plan to attack Tortall? It took her a minute to come out of her shocked state, and when she did, she took off like lightning toward the mountain, still cat-silent.
When she reached the Rulip, she hacked off as much as she needed as quickly as she could and ran for their camp, so lost in thought that she didn't even notice the horrible smell coming from the dainty white flowers. It wasn't long before she became aware of the growing darkness and moved faster, not wanting to be caught on the mountainside when true night came along. . .
A/N-Now you see how bad I am at making up names??? LOL. I actually wrote this chapter yesterday, but didn't put it up till today. . .don't ask me why. Anyway, I think that I will edit the third part before I put it up; but I should be able to get it up before the end of the day. . .so check back soon! Glad you like my story Amelia
Thanks Larzdinn. . .I was kinda worried that I would have to change her a little more, but I guess at the moment Leya's OK. Ummm. . .exactly how big were those six chocolate chip cookies?? Do I even wanna know? LOL. O, and about the chapter speed. . .let's say when my brother deleted all my files I was soooo worried that I might not catch up with everything I had planned, so I went a little crazy and stayed on the computer for, like, five hours.plus, I have a chance to work on these things while you're asleep cause I'm stuck over here in Europe for the next two or three years! LOL. Thanks again for reviewing! *Sham and Bonfire whinny good-bye, Leya and Raphael wave, Shadow begins to wonder how many pounds of sugar Larzdinn consumes everyday! ttyl!
A/N-OK, here's the second part of War Plans. It's a little short, but if I put this chapter and the next one together it will be too long. Well.enjoy!
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The same flash that had distracted Raphael also caught Leya's attention as she was cutting the Rulip off the main plant. Her head jerked up, sending her tangled hair flying in disarray. What on earth? It was too bright to have been reflected from the river. It was now that she realized how close to the bottom of the mountain she was. After a moment, curiosity got the better of her. Once again, she adopted the silent step she had learned and crept down into the valley. The tall grass hid her from view as she picked up a cautious run toward the area in which she had seen the flash of light. Suddenly, she heard voices to her right. She crouched down and crept forward, parting some of the grass to see the sources of the voices.
What she saw was ten men, all dressed to try and blend in with the normal people of this area, though she could see that the cloth was much to fine for them to be commoners. They were in a circle, so she could only see the faces of those on the far side. One man with dark hair and a scar running from his temple to his chin shifted position, drawing her attention to him. Strapped to his belt was a sword, and when he gestured toward the river she saw that he was wearing knives on his wrists. As she studied the other men, she saw that they too were wearing weaponry.
As she tuned in to their conversation, she realized that they were still greeting each other. A movement to her left caused her to half-turn. There, crouching in the grass, was a young man dressed to blend in with his surroundings, except for a band around his upper arm that displayed the colors of the kindgom Carthak. He was well armed and seemed to be on the look out, watching the people by the tree and searching the area surrounding him. Leya quickly slipped out of view and began to scout the area. She soon found that there were nine others like him, only each one had the colors of another country. No two were the same. To Leya, they seemed to be almost ~*guarding*~ the people by the river. This scouting hadn't taken her very long, so when she returned to her post, careful to avoid the guards, she found that they had only just begun to discuss why they had gathered. They had also shifted around some so she could now see all their faces.
She listened intently, and, to her shock, they addressed each other as 'King' or 'Emperor' or they called each other by the names of various countries. Suddenly, the full meaning of this dawned on her. They were the rulers of various countries, meeting here for no reason in particular. . . or so it seemed.
"Carthak, did you bring it?" the man with the scar on his face asked in a harsh whisper. He wore the colors of Tusaine.
"Yes, King Anton." The man who answered smiled slightly, but it was not a warm smile, it was one of a predator hunting its prey. He had sharp features and deeply tanned skin. His eyes were black as night and merciless. As an after thought, he added, "My name is not that of the country I rule. It is Emperor Coyan." This man wore the colors of Carthak
"I think we would all like to see it, Coyan." A man with lighter, sandy hair and dark eyes said. He was shorter than the others, but the sneer that seemed stuck permanently on his face made him seem foreboding. On his arm in a band like those on the guards he wore the colors of Scanra.
"All in good time, all in good time, King Zane." Emperor Coyan answered lazily.
"We came here to dump it, and dump it we shall. If you don't mind, I'd like to get it done." This voice was soft and quite nice to listen to. Leya was startled and looked quickly at his facial features. His eyes were ice blue, and seemed almost kind, till you looked closer. There was a dark shadow that lurked deep within him, and someone who looked close enough could see it. His brown hair fell to his shoulders, and he appeared quite calm. This horrible king wore the colors of Tyra.
"I agree with King Vaughn. What do you think King Nils?" A man with a rough voice said with a nod toward the man with the shadows in his eyes. He towered above the others and looked down on them. His large eyebrows made shadows dance around his eyes. His jaw was firmly set and created lines on his face. He was quite a heavily set man, but there was still something around his that seemed to whisper of danger. Running down one arm of his jacket were the colors of the Copper Isles.
King Niles nodded agreement. He had a large nose that dominated his features other then the fact that his skin was a lighter shade than the others'. He wore the colors of Galla. "Emperor Salvetor and King Vaughn. King Tyrone. . . I believe you were the one who was going to dump it in."
A man with many scars riddling his face held out a hand toward Emperor Coyan. This last man's armband displayed the colors of Maren. "Indeed I did." After a moment, Coyan pulled out a small bottle filled with a strange liquid. Leya looked at it, trying to figure out what it was. . . or at least what color it was! One second she was sure it was green and the next it seemed to be orange. . . wait, it was red! It shifted and constantly eluded her as she tried to grasp its color.
"Just dump it in. . . we already discussed what effects it will have on the people of Corus."
Leya stiffened at the mention of the capital of Tortall. The strange substance in the bottle made her uneasy, and she was sure that the liquid was some form of a poison.
King Tyrone reached out and took it from the Emperor and unscrewed the cap. Without a word he crossed to the river and held the bottle over it. "Ah, the people of Corus might never survive." He said this right before he turned the bottle over and dumped the liquid into the water. It vanished from sight as it mixed with the water.
There was a brief silence, then King Anton spoke. "We strike when they have been weakened. I will contact you all when I know the exact date of our attack."
With that, they all separated and began to head in different directions. Leya heard the guards moving with them, but chose to say where she was. She was in a state of complete shock. Had she just overheard a plan to attack Tortall? It took her a minute to come out of her shocked state, and when she did, she took off like lightning toward the mountain, still cat-silent.
When she reached the Rulip, she hacked off as much as she needed as quickly as she could and ran for their camp, so lost in thought that she didn't even notice the horrible smell coming from the dainty white flowers. It wasn't long before she became aware of the growing darkness and moved faster, not wanting to be caught on the mountainside when true night came along. . .
A/N-Now you see how bad I am at making up names??? LOL. I actually wrote this chapter yesterday, but didn't put it up till today. . .don't ask me why. Anyway, I think that I will edit the third part before I put it up; but I should be able to get it up before the end of the day. . .so check back soon! Glad you like my story Amelia
Thanks Larzdinn. . .I was kinda worried that I would have to change her a little more, but I guess at the moment Leya's OK. Ummm. . .exactly how big were those six chocolate chip cookies?? Do I even wanna know? LOL. O, and about the chapter speed. . .let's say when my brother deleted all my files I was soooo worried that I might not catch up with everything I had planned, so I went a little crazy and stayed on the computer for, like, five hours.plus, I have a chance to work on these things while you're asleep cause I'm stuck over here in Europe for the next two or three years! LOL. Thanks again for reviewing! *Sham and Bonfire whinny good-bye, Leya and Raphael wave, Shadow begins to wonder how many pounds of sugar Larzdinn consumes everyday! ttyl!
