Chapter 3
Thanx SO much 2 all who reviewed! I really appreciate it. Oh, and the person who was asking? Italics don't show up on Fanfiction.net for me, so if I have /, then it means the word is being emphasised. K? Cool. I'm sorry if I can't remember your names, but the other person who suggested the name 'Faithless'? Thank you so much. I really, really appreciate it. I'm sorry, but I've altered it slightly. But anyway, thanks heaps.
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Another moment of silence, in which Sir Alan indulged in.
Suddenly, the two gaped at each other.
"Tortall!" exclaimed one.
"Carthak!" exclaimed the other. If you're too stupid to figure out which said which, I wish you luck in the HSC, cuz you'll definitely need it.
"Scum!" Finally, they agreed on one thing.
"Die, fiend!" roared Sir Alan, drawing his sword slowly, taking time to show off the many gems on it.
Alanna did not care to yell insults at her opponents, and drew her sword in one swift movement, so that the other knight could not even see the glittering diamond in the middle of the handle.
{Mithros help us} sighed Moonlight, rolling her eyes.
{Mithros help that poor stupid knight} replied Sunshine. {Sir Alan's the worst in the land at fencing}
The disturbed, and incredibly stupid knight was unsurprisingly, bad at fencing as well. Would have given poor Bob the Builder a heart attack. No, not that kinda fencing. JK.
"Haha!" cackled the knight, slicing upwards, and lopping a stalactite off the roof of the cave. His mount, Sunshine was astonished.
{That's the first time he's ever hit anything} commented the stallion, looking impressed. Moonlight appeared quite relieved to see that the stallion's words were true. This man was the worst at fencing, that she had ever seen.
{Haha!} giggled Faithful. {You're right! He /is/ terrible at fencing!}
From deep within the heart of the cave, there was a growl, as a huge, white dog emerged, teeth bared, saliva dripping from its powerful jaws.
{What did you just call my master?} he snarled, brown eyes flashing dangerously.
Faithful took one look at the gigantic canine, and hissed, the fur along his back shooting up, as he leapt up onto the safety of Moonlight's broad back.
{Terrible at fencing!} he spat at the dog, braver now, that he was safe.
{Oh} The dog stopped advancing, and his lips slowly slid over the sharp, white teeth. {Sorry. My senses are just so bad nowadays, that I couldn't hear right}
Ever vigilant, Faithful was still reluctant to forgive the easy-going dog.
{What's your name?} panted the dog, scratching an ear as he watched the pathetic display of defence by his master. Apparently, he did not feel the same urge as Faithful, to protect the human he was owned by.
{Faithful} replied the cat, tartly. Then, after a while, curiosity got the better of him, and he asked, {What's your name?}
Delighted to be accepted at last by the cat, the dog barked, {Hopeless!}
Faithful was taken aback. {What?!} he yowled.
{Hopeless} repeated the dog, happy to say his name again. {Hopeless, Hopeless, Hopeless}.
The cat was shocked. {What kind of name is Hopeless?} he demanded.
{Sir Alan's servants chose it for me!} he barked, animatedly. {They say it really suits me! Don't you agree?}
Faithful was about to reply that he did not agree at all, and he thought it the most ridiculous idea that he had ever heard before, in his life, but then he remembered the rows of gleaming white teeth that had shone in the dog's mouth.
{Um....it's a very nice name} he said, kindly.
{Nice, nice, nice!} bayed the dull-witted creature. Slowly, the wall began trembling, and Faithful knew that the wall of ice was about to collapse, because of the insipid creature's barking. That was a rather good thing, but the fact that if the wall collapsed, it would probably crush them all, including the purple-eyed girl whom the Mother had told him to protect. That was /not/ good.
{I don't think-} began Faithful, but the dog interrupted.
{I don't, either!} he bayed, before bursting into loud laughter, which literally, /shook/ the cave.
Alanna felt the ground shaking beneath her leather boots, and quickly leapt back, sheathing her sword as quickly as she had drawn it out.
"The wall!" she yelled to Sir Alan. "It's about to collapse!"
"Huh? Wha?" the knight looked behind him, at the long tunnel.
"Good thinking!" said Alanna, not knowing that the knight had actually thought that the tunnel behind them was about to collapse. "Come on, Faithful! Hurry up, Moonlight! The wall's going to collapse on us!"
With a nervous whinny, Moonlight ambled forward, after the human, which she had learned to trust throughout the years. Unfortunately for Sir Alan, his mount was not quite as trusting as Alanna's faithful mount. It was screaming (don't make me come over there) and rearing, flaying out wildly, with its forelegs at Sir Alan. What was worse, was the knight's reaction to his mount's temper. Drawing a whip from his belt, he began flogging the stallion, pausing every so often to scream, as his horse's forelegs passed metres away from his face.
"OW!" he screeched, when Sunshine's hooves waved a metre away from him. "My arm! It HURTS!"
Then, to Alanna's great disgust, he burst into tears on the spot.
"Mummy!" he blubbered. "I want my Mummy! Waaahhhhhhhh!"
"Ugh," she muttered. Indecision tickled her mind, as she wondered whether or not, to leave the....(yuck) Carthakian (I don't know what they're really called, so stuff it) to his rather painful death in front of the ice wall. Oh well. A life /was/ a life. Even if it was an enemy's.
"Oh, for the Mother's sake!" she cried to the man. "Shut up and stop crying!" Then, grabbing Sunshine's halter, she eased the stallion to the ground gently, talking softly to it in a hushed tone. Finally, the horse calmed down, allowing itself to be pulled into the shadows with the mare.
"What about /me/?" whined Sir Alan, seeing his horse and dog being rescued.
"Come on!" shouted Alanna. When the knight did not respond, she exhaled loudly, grabbing his arm and dragging him into safety, rather reluctantly.
"Ow! Ow! My arm! It hurts!" sobbed Sir Alan. (Getting heaps of this wanker kinda behaviour from my brother and....(ahem) 'certain' people in the class. If you wanna see a serious loser, read my other story, Chaos).
"Let go! Ow! You're hurting me, you big meanie!" screamed Sir Alan. (Oh Christina....sorry. She's my friend, whom everyone, including me, picks on). Note the 'big' meanie bit, when he's two heads taller than Alanna.
"In the name of Mithros, you are /seriously/ the most annoying, stupid, immature....CREATURE! in the whole world!" yelled Alanna, fed up with the pathetic knight.
Sir Alan gaped at her. "Huh?" he asked. Suddenly, his green eyes filled up with tears again, and he burst into noisy howls of sorrow. "You're so MEAN! I HATE you! Boohoohoo!"
"Aw, shurrup," growled Alanna, shoving him into a corner. No sooner had she found a suitable hiding place, the wall crumbled, ice and snow pouring into the cave, filling it up like helium in a balloon. And speaking of helium....
"EEK! IT'S SO COLD!" squealed Sir Alan, sounding very much as if he had been sucking on helium all morning. "OOH! MY TOES!" He then giggled.
Alanna rolled her purple eyes. "Mithros."
{You know, you two are exact opposites} commented Faithful.
Alanna snorted. "Yeah right," she said. Then, a sudden burst of inspiration made her say, "Just wait till he gets on his horse."
{That I will....} purred Faithful. {That I will....}
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Hey, people. PLEEZ keep reviewing. I LURV readin' reviews. In case some of you didn't get the 'Hopeless' bit (which is quite impossible), it's the opposite of Faithful. One of my wonderful reviewers suggested that I put a 'Faithless' character in, so when I was at school today, I started writing. But Faith/ful/ and Faith/less/ are kinda similar so I got the opposite of 'Faith', which is 'Hope', and....yeah.
Sorry if you think that I comment too much during the story, but I can't help it. I'm just that kinda sarcastic, horrible person that you fake fever for, so you can stay at home and not run into me at school. JK. No, I'm not /that/ awful....
*cackles evilly*
K, I guess you'd be kinda bored by now (I'm using the word 'kinda' a lot, aren't I?), so I'll leave this chapter with this.
PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZZ review. OR, as Sir Alan would say....Pretty please, with sugar and glace cherries on top, review.
I think I'll stick to the former.
Thanx SO much 2 all who reviewed! I really appreciate it. Oh, and the person who was asking? Italics don't show up on Fanfiction.net for me, so if I have /, then it means the word is being emphasised. K? Cool. I'm sorry if I can't remember your names, but the other person who suggested the name 'Faithless'? Thank you so much. I really, really appreciate it. I'm sorry, but I've altered it slightly. But anyway, thanks heaps.
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Another moment of silence, in which Sir Alan indulged in.
Suddenly, the two gaped at each other.
"Tortall!" exclaimed one.
"Carthak!" exclaimed the other. If you're too stupid to figure out which said which, I wish you luck in the HSC, cuz you'll definitely need it.
"Scum!" Finally, they agreed on one thing.
"Die, fiend!" roared Sir Alan, drawing his sword slowly, taking time to show off the many gems on it.
Alanna did not care to yell insults at her opponents, and drew her sword in one swift movement, so that the other knight could not even see the glittering diamond in the middle of the handle.
{Mithros help us} sighed Moonlight, rolling her eyes.
{Mithros help that poor stupid knight} replied Sunshine. {Sir Alan's the worst in the land at fencing}
The disturbed, and incredibly stupid knight was unsurprisingly, bad at fencing as well. Would have given poor Bob the Builder a heart attack. No, not that kinda fencing. JK.
"Haha!" cackled the knight, slicing upwards, and lopping a stalactite off the roof of the cave. His mount, Sunshine was astonished.
{That's the first time he's ever hit anything} commented the stallion, looking impressed. Moonlight appeared quite relieved to see that the stallion's words were true. This man was the worst at fencing, that she had ever seen.
{Haha!} giggled Faithful. {You're right! He /is/ terrible at fencing!}
From deep within the heart of the cave, there was a growl, as a huge, white dog emerged, teeth bared, saliva dripping from its powerful jaws.
{What did you just call my master?} he snarled, brown eyes flashing dangerously.
Faithful took one look at the gigantic canine, and hissed, the fur along his back shooting up, as he leapt up onto the safety of Moonlight's broad back.
{Terrible at fencing!} he spat at the dog, braver now, that he was safe.
{Oh} The dog stopped advancing, and his lips slowly slid over the sharp, white teeth. {Sorry. My senses are just so bad nowadays, that I couldn't hear right}
Ever vigilant, Faithful was still reluctant to forgive the easy-going dog.
{What's your name?} panted the dog, scratching an ear as he watched the pathetic display of defence by his master. Apparently, he did not feel the same urge as Faithful, to protect the human he was owned by.
{Faithful} replied the cat, tartly. Then, after a while, curiosity got the better of him, and he asked, {What's your name?}
Delighted to be accepted at last by the cat, the dog barked, {Hopeless!}
Faithful was taken aback. {What?!} he yowled.
{Hopeless} repeated the dog, happy to say his name again. {Hopeless, Hopeless, Hopeless}.
The cat was shocked. {What kind of name is Hopeless?} he demanded.
{Sir Alan's servants chose it for me!} he barked, animatedly. {They say it really suits me! Don't you agree?}
Faithful was about to reply that he did not agree at all, and he thought it the most ridiculous idea that he had ever heard before, in his life, but then he remembered the rows of gleaming white teeth that had shone in the dog's mouth.
{Um....it's a very nice name} he said, kindly.
{Nice, nice, nice!} bayed the dull-witted creature. Slowly, the wall began trembling, and Faithful knew that the wall of ice was about to collapse, because of the insipid creature's barking. That was a rather good thing, but the fact that if the wall collapsed, it would probably crush them all, including the purple-eyed girl whom the Mother had told him to protect. That was /not/ good.
{I don't think-} began Faithful, but the dog interrupted.
{I don't, either!} he bayed, before bursting into loud laughter, which literally, /shook/ the cave.
Alanna felt the ground shaking beneath her leather boots, and quickly leapt back, sheathing her sword as quickly as she had drawn it out.
"The wall!" she yelled to Sir Alan. "It's about to collapse!"
"Huh? Wha?" the knight looked behind him, at the long tunnel.
"Good thinking!" said Alanna, not knowing that the knight had actually thought that the tunnel behind them was about to collapse. "Come on, Faithful! Hurry up, Moonlight! The wall's going to collapse on us!"
With a nervous whinny, Moonlight ambled forward, after the human, which she had learned to trust throughout the years. Unfortunately for Sir Alan, his mount was not quite as trusting as Alanna's faithful mount. It was screaming (don't make me come over there) and rearing, flaying out wildly, with its forelegs at Sir Alan. What was worse, was the knight's reaction to his mount's temper. Drawing a whip from his belt, he began flogging the stallion, pausing every so often to scream, as his horse's forelegs passed metres away from his face.
"OW!" he screeched, when Sunshine's hooves waved a metre away from him. "My arm! It HURTS!"
Then, to Alanna's great disgust, he burst into tears on the spot.
"Mummy!" he blubbered. "I want my Mummy! Waaahhhhhhhh!"
"Ugh," she muttered. Indecision tickled her mind, as she wondered whether or not, to leave the....(yuck) Carthakian (I don't know what they're really called, so stuff it) to his rather painful death in front of the ice wall. Oh well. A life /was/ a life. Even if it was an enemy's.
"Oh, for the Mother's sake!" she cried to the man. "Shut up and stop crying!" Then, grabbing Sunshine's halter, she eased the stallion to the ground gently, talking softly to it in a hushed tone. Finally, the horse calmed down, allowing itself to be pulled into the shadows with the mare.
"What about /me/?" whined Sir Alan, seeing his horse and dog being rescued.
"Come on!" shouted Alanna. When the knight did not respond, she exhaled loudly, grabbing his arm and dragging him into safety, rather reluctantly.
"Ow! Ow! My arm! It hurts!" sobbed Sir Alan. (Getting heaps of this wanker kinda behaviour from my brother and....(ahem) 'certain' people in the class. If you wanna see a serious loser, read my other story, Chaos).
"Let go! Ow! You're hurting me, you big meanie!" screamed Sir Alan. (Oh Christina....sorry. She's my friend, whom everyone, including me, picks on). Note the 'big' meanie bit, when he's two heads taller than Alanna.
"In the name of Mithros, you are /seriously/ the most annoying, stupid, immature....CREATURE! in the whole world!" yelled Alanna, fed up with the pathetic knight.
Sir Alan gaped at her. "Huh?" he asked. Suddenly, his green eyes filled up with tears again, and he burst into noisy howls of sorrow. "You're so MEAN! I HATE you! Boohoohoo!"
"Aw, shurrup," growled Alanna, shoving him into a corner. No sooner had she found a suitable hiding place, the wall crumbled, ice and snow pouring into the cave, filling it up like helium in a balloon. And speaking of helium....
"EEK! IT'S SO COLD!" squealed Sir Alan, sounding very much as if he had been sucking on helium all morning. "OOH! MY TOES!" He then giggled.
Alanna rolled her purple eyes. "Mithros."
{You know, you two are exact opposites} commented Faithful.
Alanna snorted. "Yeah right," she said. Then, a sudden burst of inspiration made her say, "Just wait till he gets on his horse."
{That I will....} purred Faithful. {That I will....}
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Hey, people. PLEEZ keep reviewing. I LURV readin' reviews. In case some of you didn't get the 'Hopeless' bit (which is quite impossible), it's the opposite of Faithful. One of my wonderful reviewers suggested that I put a 'Faithless' character in, so when I was at school today, I started writing. But Faith/ful/ and Faith/less/ are kinda similar so I got the opposite of 'Faith', which is 'Hope', and....yeah.
Sorry if you think that I comment too much during the story, but I can't help it. I'm just that kinda sarcastic, horrible person that you fake fever for, so you can stay at home and not run into me at school. JK. No, I'm not /that/ awful....
*cackles evilly*
K, I guess you'd be kinda bored by now (I'm using the word 'kinda' a lot, aren't I?), so I'll leave this chapter with this.
PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZZ review. OR, as Sir Alan would say....Pretty please, with sugar and glace cherries on top, review.
I think I'll stick to the former.