Disclaimer: I do not own most of the characters nor most of the settings.
Although, Kay and Nelyra belong to me.
Author's note: This is but a part of a long chapter, so bear with me. Please read and review.
Sweat poured down the man's face, blinding him temporarily. He could not risk a distraction, and wiping his eyes could give his opponent the chance. The chance to thrust cold steel into his flesh and erase all traces of life from it. Who would have thought that the scholar would have so much skill? He looked at Robert, and seeing that the teacher wasn't even mildly tired, he began to panic.
Robert smiled. He loved duels. He loved to take his sword, Victory, and place it between his opponent's ribs. So concentrated was he, that he did not notice Nelyra as she sat watching in a tree, hidden by its green branches. Robbie parried a blow that was meant for his neck. Then, with a circling stroke, he knocked his opponent's sword to the ground and placed his own sword on the knight's throat.
"Give up, Sir Erik?" Robbie asked, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
The knight nodded.
"Good. We don't wish to ruin your beautiful face with scars," Robert said with a sarcastic tone. He walked towards the astonished lady sitting under a parasol. She was about nineteen years of age. She had pale skin and auburn hair. "Lady Catherine, I suggest you go back to your chambers and refrain from seeing any.er. gentlemen for at least a year, if not a decade," Robert told the woman.
"Who do you think you are to tell me how I should act?" Lady Catherine of Pirate's Swoop replied bitterly. "You speak to me as though I am a child."
Anger blazed on the scholars face. "If you weren't my sister-."
"Your what?!" Both Nelyra and Lady Catherine shouted.
"Nel?! What are you doing here?" Robert asked, bewildered.
"What in the name of the Crooked God are you telling this slut?!" Nelyra queried as she jumped from the tree.
"The truth, Nel."
"The what?!"
Robbie sighed as he took out a small wooden tube from his jacket pocket. Taking of the lid, he pulled out a slip of parchment and gave it to Nelyra. She took it, slowly. Glancing at the scroll, she identified it as a noble's record. Looking closely she realized it was hers.
"Nelyra of Pirate's Swoop, Daughter of Sir Alanna and Baron of Pirate's Swoop," Nelly read aloud.
"Give me that," Lady Catherine demanded, snatching the parchment from Nelyra's hands. "It is not a fraud, there is the yellow seal of Duke Gareth." So saying, she took off with a speed, which seemed impossible when one considered the fool skirt and heels that she was wearing.
Nelyra cursed as she ran after the woman. Robert had healed her leg but she was still quite awkward on it.
Lady Catherine ran through the garden door of the Castle of Corus. "Call my mother," she shouted at a staring servant. "Now!"
Nelyra burst through the door that Catherine went through and came face to face with a pair of purple eyes.
Author's note: This is but a part of a long chapter, so bear with me. Please read and review.
Sweat poured down the man's face, blinding him temporarily. He could not risk a distraction, and wiping his eyes could give his opponent the chance. The chance to thrust cold steel into his flesh and erase all traces of life from it. Who would have thought that the scholar would have so much skill? He looked at Robert, and seeing that the teacher wasn't even mildly tired, he began to panic.
Robert smiled. He loved duels. He loved to take his sword, Victory, and place it between his opponent's ribs. So concentrated was he, that he did not notice Nelyra as she sat watching in a tree, hidden by its green branches. Robbie parried a blow that was meant for his neck. Then, with a circling stroke, he knocked his opponent's sword to the ground and placed his own sword on the knight's throat.
"Give up, Sir Erik?" Robbie asked, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
The knight nodded.
"Good. We don't wish to ruin your beautiful face with scars," Robert said with a sarcastic tone. He walked towards the astonished lady sitting under a parasol. She was about nineteen years of age. She had pale skin and auburn hair. "Lady Catherine, I suggest you go back to your chambers and refrain from seeing any.er. gentlemen for at least a year, if not a decade," Robert told the woman.
"Who do you think you are to tell me how I should act?" Lady Catherine of Pirate's Swoop replied bitterly. "You speak to me as though I am a child."
Anger blazed on the scholars face. "If you weren't my sister-."
"Your what?!" Both Nelyra and Lady Catherine shouted.
"Nel?! What are you doing here?" Robert asked, bewildered.
"What in the name of the Crooked God are you telling this slut?!" Nelyra queried as she jumped from the tree.
"The truth, Nel."
"The what?!"
Robbie sighed as he took out a small wooden tube from his jacket pocket. Taking of the lid, he pulled out a slip of parchment and gave it to Nelyra. She took it, slowly. Glancing at the scroll, she identified it as a noble's record. Looking closely she realized it was hers.
"Nelyra of Pirate's Swoop, Daughter of Sir Alanna and Baron of Pirate's Swoop," Nelly read aloud.
"Give me that," Lady Catherine demanded, snatching the parchment from Nelyra's hands. "It is not a fraud, there is the yellow seal of Duke Gareth." So saying, she took off with a speed, which seemed impossible when one considered the fool skirt and heels that she was wearing.
Nelyra cursed as she ran after the woman. Robert had healed her leg but she was still quite awkward on it.
Lady Catherine ran through the garden door of the Castle of Corus. "Call my mother," she shouted at a staring servant. "Now!"
Nelyra burst through the door that Catherine went through and came face to face with a pair of purple eyes.