1 Chapter 2: At the Convent
2 By: Lady Isabelle
*~* Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Faile is of my own creation but the name belongs to Robert Jordan. The places and other people belong to Tamora Pierce. *~*
3 Two Years Later
Alanna was a tired. Her butt hurt. "Those bloody flaming hard seats in the mess hall," she growled, " I can't believe I ever consented to do this. This is madness. Blast those priestesses to the next century. Sit straight Alanna. Walk in a straight line, it wouldn't do for the prince to think you are a drunkard." With her eyes flashing dangerously she cursed the priestesses again, loudly this time.
Faile of Mach drawled, "If you said it any louder Trebond, they would of heard you down in Carthak." She narrowed her eyes at Alanna and said, "If you hate is so much here why don't you leave?"
"Leave? If I wanted to leave I would. Besides," she paused and looked at Faile and said, "I've tried. I've been strapped twice. And that hurts."
"If it hurts so bad, why don't you use your magic, Miss Prim and Proper. You're powerful enough to make yourself invisible." Faile looked slyly at Alanna, "Besides you know how to do everything, you excel at everything except deplorment, so why don't you go?"
"Go where?" Alanna almost screamed, this Faile girl was almost killing her with not telling her how she could get out of this wretched place. As if she could. Alanna had tried many, many times. The priestesses were good at thinking up punishments to unruly girls. Alanna had experienced them all.
Faile leaned casually against Alanna's doorframe, her skirt fanned out through the door. "You can leave. Go become a mage. Oh, I know you are afraid of your magic, Alanna. Don't think I haven't been watching you. I live next to you. Besides, if you really want to leave, I can have you out of here in twenty minutes. If you want to go." Faile paused, almost for effect, watching her words set in. The look on Alanna's face was quite satisfactory. "You know the Mithran's won't turn out anybody that can use the Gift."
Alanna's face almost turned purple, she was so mad. She couldn't believe the audacity of this girl. She knew, that the Mithran's only took boys and men. No girls. It was the same across the whole Eastern Lands. There were little or no women mages. "It's not possible," she said finally, "No girl will ever be taken into the cults. It's just not done."
"Are you going to chicken out? I thought you had more guts than that. No one else goes into the city to learn street fighting and the Shang arts from whoever is in town. You've shown that you are brave, now prove it."
"I can't go. Its impossible. Even if, now I say if very lightly, because you know its almost impossible to get out of here, even if we were to escape we would make our way across the city, apply to the cults and then they would turn us away."
"You are a pessimist. I wouldn't do anything I couldn't pull of. Using magic is a tricky thing you know. And I know just how to use it. But, I need more training to get my mage's robe. Besides," she said smugly, "I have connections. My father, who is a knight and red robed mage, is working there this year. I'm not saying we'll be done in a year, but we are smart and we could get it done in two. Then we'll be 15 and able to the capitol and earn ourselves a bit of cash."
"You mean, your father will help us into the Cloisters and get us lessons?"
"From the best," Faile paused for thought. "He's coming in ten minutes, you might want to pack. I'll meet you at the front gate in five. Hurry up!" Faile walked away smugly, knowing she had convinced Alanna to help her get out of this wretched place.
A/N Please please please review! Its getting a plot, slowly but surely. Flames accepted. Email me at gymtwster@aol.com if you have questions!
2 By: Lady Isabelle
*~* Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Faile is of my own creation but the name belongs to Robert Jordan. The places and other people belong to Tamora Pierce. *~*
3 Two Years Later
Alanna was a tired. Her butt hurt. "Those bloody flaming hard seats in the mess hall," she growled, " I can't believe I ever consented to do this. This is madness. Blast those priestesses to the next century. Sit straight Alanna. Walk in a straight line, it wouldn't do for the prince to think you are a drunkard." With her eyes flashing dangerously she cursed the priestesses again, loudly this time.
Faile of Mach drawled, "If you said it any louder Trebond, they would of heard you down in Carthak." She narrowed her eyes at Alanna and said, "If you hate is so much here why don't you leave?"
"Leave? If I wanted to leave I would. Besides," she paused and looked at Faile and said, "I've tried. I've been strapped twice. And that hurts."
"If it hurts so bad, why don't you use your magic, Miss Prim and Proper. You're powerful enough to make yourself invisible." Faile looked slyly at Alanna, "Besides you know how to do everything, you excel at everything except deplorment, so why don't you go?"
"Go where?" Alanna almost screamed, this Faile girl was almost killing her with not telling her how she could get out of this wretched place. As if she could. Alanna had tried many, many times. The priestesses were good at thinking up punishments to unruly girls. Alanna had experienced them all.
Faile leaned casually against Alanna's doorframe, her skirt fanned out through the door. "You can leave. Go become a mage. Oh, I know you are afraid of your magic, Alanna. Don't think I haven't been watching you. I live next to you. Besides, if you really want to leave, I can have you out of here in twenty minutes. If you want to go." Faile paused, almost for effect, watching her words set in. The look on Alanna's face was quite satisfactory. "You know the Mithran's won't turn out anybody that can use the Gift."
Alanna's face almost turned purple, she was so mad. She couldn't believe the audacity of this girl. She knew, that the Mithran's only took boys and men. No girls. It was the same across the whole Eastern Lands. There were little or no women mages. "It's not possible," she said finally, "No girl will ever be taken into the cults. It's just not done."
"Are you going to chicken out? I thought you had more guts than that. No one else goes into the city to learn street fighting and the Shang arts from whoever is in town. You've shown that you are brave, now prove it."
"I can't go. Its impossible. Even if, now I say if very lightly, because you know its almost impossible to get out of here, even if we were to escape we would make our way across the city, apply to the cults and then they would turn us away."
"You are a pessimist. I wouldn't do anything I couldn't pull of. Using magic is a tricky thing you know. And I know just how to use it. But, I need more training to get my mage's robe. Besides," she said smugly, "I have connections. My father, who is a knight and red robed mage, is working there this year. I'm not saying we'll be done in a year, but we are smart and we could get it done in two. Then we'll be 15 and able to the capitol and earn ourselves a bit of cash."
"You mean, your father will help us into the Cloisters and get us lessons?"
"From the best," Faile paused for thought. "He's coming in ten minutes, you might want to pack. I'll meet you at the front gate in five. Hurry up!" Faile walked away smugly, knowing she had convinced Alanna to help her get out of this wretched place.
A/N Please please please review! Its getting a plot, slowly but surely. Flames accepted. Email me at gymtwster@aol.com if you have questions!