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Across the City of the Gods
By: Lady Isabelle
*~* Disclaimer: I don't own any of this stuff. *~*
She walked quietly to the entrance, with just two small bags across her shoulders, one with all of her breeches in it and the other, dresses. She would need something to where when she got to Corus. It wouldn't do for her to look a total ruffian when she met Thom and his friends. Alanna would be glad to leave the convent, with the dreary sisters and the buffle- brained ladies. It would be nice to have some decent conversation when she got to the Cloisters.
"Change of plan, we aren't going to the Cloisters, we are going to the Royal University," Faile whispered softly, "Something happened with the sure-thing at the Cloisters, so now we are going to the Royal University, we'll get in, I have an uncle who lives there."
Alanna shook her head disbelievingly. This girl was too much. First the Cloisters- now the Royal University. Alanna wasn't disappointed though. The City of the Gods was a gods-cursed ugly place. She couldn't stand it. It was dull, boring and full of stuffy people. Too many people trying to get the younger generations to be like them, old and stuffy. "Fine," she snapped, "Let's go!"
The two girls silently crept out of the convent and started walking. They kept walking for many hours, until nightfall. Alanna was amazed at the pace they were making, she had never walked so far in her life.
"We'll make camp here. There is a cave over there that I've hid in many times. It nice and I think I left some clothes last time I was here. Some shirts and breeches. They fit me, but," she paused looking doubtful, she was much taller than Alanna, "we'll have to make some temporary arrangements for you."
"I brought my own," Alanna said stiffly, she wasn't sure if she like this girl yet. "I always keep some handy. They come in use anyways. I have a few questions for you. First of all, why are you helping me? I haven't done anything for you."
"I'm helping you beca"- her word was cut off as an arrow suddenly sprouted in her collarbone. Alanna quickly jumped up and grabbed her sword, quickly stringing her bow and shooting blindly into the darkness.
"Who's there?" she called warily. No one answered. She was confused. She knew she hadn't hit anything because her arrow never hit anything solid. Alanna shifted into a warrior's crouch, trying to look everywhere at once. What was she going to do? Suddenly another arrow whizzed past her head, missing it by centimeters. "That was close," she thought to herself. Alanna slowly moved towards the non-moving lump that was Faile. She picked her up and carried her over to the cave, all the while trying to listen to the sounds, to see if they were going to be fired on some more. After what seemed a million years, Alanna arrived at the cave. Not a great place, but it would have to do. She walked inside, and looked around in wonder. There were things for cooking with, and other things, like a bed. "What do you need a bed for in a place like this? This is insane. I need to take care of Faile." Alanna quickly picked up one of her packs and got some spare cloth out. She pulled the arrow out with a grunt. Blood spilled from the wound, staining the white cloth red. Alanna pursed her lips; this was a deep gash, almost going straight thru Faile's body. She quickly stopped the flow of the blood with her magic. She didn't like Faile's color. It was deathly pale and she looked like a ghost. Alanna started to stitch up the wound when she heard a sound. It sounded like the crack of twigs, when someone was walking on them. "Who's there?" She quickly grabbed her bow and nocked an arrow. "Oh gods, what the hell have I gotten myself into?" She thought to herself. "This is insanity." She leaned back over Faile, keeping a watchful ear towards the mouth of the cave.
A hand was quickly thrown over Alanna's mouth, despite her protests and kicking. A voice said quietly, "What have you done to her?" Alanna kicked again, harder, but to no avail. Something hit her on the side of her head, and all she saw was darkness.
A/N I know it has been awhile since I have written, but I went on vacation and I haven't had much time to write. Please review, I know it's strange, but please accept my twisted mind. Review please!
Across the City of the Gods
By: Lady Isabelle
*~* Disclaimer: I don't own any of this stuff. *~*
She walked quietly to the entrance, with just two small bags across her shoulders, one with all of her breeches in it and the other, dresses. She would need something to where when she got to Corus. It wouldn't do for her to look a total ruffian when she met Thom and his friends. Alanna would be glad to leave the convent, with the dreary sisters and the buffle- brained ladies. It would be nice to have some decent conversation when she got to the Cloisters.
"Change of plan, we aren't going to the Cloisters, we are going to the Royal University," Faile whispered softly, "Something happened with the sure-thing at the Cloisters, so now we are going to the Royal University, we'll get in, I have an uncle who lives there."
Alanna shook her head disbelievingly. This girl was too much. First the Cloisters- now the Royal University. Alanna wasn't disappointed though. The City of the Gods was a gods-cursed ugly place. She couldn't stand it. It was dull, boring and full of stuffy people. Too many people trying to get the younger generations to be like them, old and stuffy. "Fine," she snapped, "Let's go!"
The two girls silently crept out of the convent and started walking. They kept walking for many hours, until nightfall. Alanna was amazed at the pace they were making, she had never walked so far in her life.
"We'll make camp here. There is a cave over there that I've hid in many times. It nice and I think I left some clothes last time I was here. Some shirts and breeches. They fit me, but," she paused looking doubtful, she was much taller than Alanna, "we'll have to make some temporary arrangements for you."
"I brought my own," Alanna said stiffly, she wasn't sure if she like this girl yet. "I always keep some handy. They come in use anyways. I have a few questions for you. First of all, why are you helping me? I haven't done anything for you."
"I'm helping you beca"- her word was cut off as an arrow suddenly sprouted in her collarbone. Alanna quickly jumped up and grabbed her sword, quickly stringing her bow and shooting blindly into the darkness.
"Who's there?" she called warily. No one answered. She was confused. She knew she hadn't hit anything because her arrow never hit anything solid. Alanna shifted into a warrior's crouch, trying to look everywhere at once. What was she going to do? Suddenly another arrow whizzed past her head, missing it by centimeters. "That was close," she thought to herself. Alanna slowly moved towards the non-moving lump that was Faile. She picked her up and carried her over to the cave, all the while trying to listen to the sounds, to see if they were going to be fired on some more. After what seemed a million years, Alanna arrived at the cave. Not a great place, but it would have to do. She walked inside, and looked around in wonder. There were things for cooking with, and other things, like a bed. "What do you need a bed for in a place like this? This is insane. I need to take care of Faile." Alanna quickly picked up one of her packs and got some spare cloth out. She pulled the arrow out with a grunt. Blood spilled from the wound, staining the white cloth red. Alanna pursed her lips; this was a deep gash, almost going straight thru Faile's body. She quickly stopped the flow of the blood with her magic. She didn't like Faile's color. It was deathly pale and she looked like a ghost. Alanna started to stitch up the wound when she heard a sound. It sounded like the crack of twigs, when someone was walking on them. "Who's there?" She quickly grabbed her bow and nocked an arrow. "Oh gods, what the hell have I gotten myself into?" She thought to herself. "This is insanity." She leaned back over Faile, keeping a watchful ear towards the mouth of the cave.
A hand was quickly thrown over Alanna's mouth, despite her protests and kicking. A voice said quietly, "What have you done to her?" Alanna kicked again, harder, but to no avail. Something hit her on the side of her head, and all she saw was darkness.
A/N I know it has been awhile since I have written, but I went on vacation and I haven't had much time to write. Please review, I know it's strange, but please accept my twisted mind. Review please!