Hey people! How many of you are tired of the same old fics again...and again...and again? Search no more!! This story is a result of my best friend and I putting our heads together when we were very suger high (be afraid). It's about Lady Arianne of Serenitatis. It promises to be very amusing and entertaining.
Disclaimer: Although this story will keep you at the edge of your seat, if you fall off, it's not my problem. Go whine to someone else. And ...~sounding strained~ Must I say it? Ouch!!! Okay, okay, geeze, talk about tempramental! I don't own Tortall or any of the surrounding lands, but that won't last long! ~shakes piggybank threateningly~
Bubba's Revenge!
Kerry of Serenitatis raced down the hall, giggling madly. She was being chased by her younger sister, Arianne. Arianne was 16 years old, Kerry was 17. Kerry was married to Matthew of Rugby, happily, I might add, and had come to visit her rapidly growing sibling. Both women were beautiful, and considerably different. Kerry sported waist-length straight chestnut hair, and loved nothing more than to run around and get dirty and be in the thick of things while Arianne had light brown hair that fell to her shoulders in ringlets and loved nothing more than to curl up in a cozy little niche and lose herself in a book.
At the moment they were playing their favortie childhood game, seek and hide. Kerry had hidden beneath one of the stairwells in Fief Serenitatis. Arianne, knowing her sister too well for her own good, found her on her third try. Kerry was trying to escape but to no avail. Arianne had lived in Serenitatis all her life, and knew all of the castle's passageways. Kerry was soon cornered in a room that they both remembered well, one with amusement, one with remorse. The game was forgotten, as they gazed at *his* casket.
Arianne sighed loudly and Kerry attempted to supress a giggle. Kerry failed. The giggle turned to a chuckle, and the chuckle turned to rolling on the floor with uncontrollable laughter. Under Arianne's reproachful glare, she quailed and uttered a last gleeful peep befor dashing out of the room.
Arianne scowled after her sister and turned back to stare longingly at the final resting place of her love. She could still picture the day as if it were yesterday. Her screams, the bite of the ropes that held her to a tree, and her enemy's face leering at her unpleasantly. She closed her eyes and recalled...
Disclaimer: Although this story will keep you at the edge of your seat, if you fall off, it's not my problem. Go whine to someone else. And ...~sounding strained~ Must I say it? Ouch!!! Okay, okay, geeze, talk about tempramental! I don't own Tortall or any of the surrounding lands, but that won't last long! ~shakes piggybank threateningly~
Bubba's Revenge!
Kerry of Serenitatis raced down the hall, giggling madly. She was being chased by her younger sister, Arianne. Arianne was 16 years old, Kerry was 17. Kerry was married to Matthew of Rugby, happily, I might add, and had come to visit her rapidly growing sibling. Both women were beautiful, and considerably different. Kerry sported waist-length straight chestnut hair, and loved nothing more than to run around and get dirty and be in the thick of things while Arianne had light brown hair that fell to her shoulders in ringlets and loved nothing more than to curl up in a cozy little niche and lose herself in a book.
At the moment they were playing their favortie childhood game, seek and hide. Kerry had hidden beneath one of the stairwells in Fief Serenitatis. Arianne, knowing her sister too well for her own good, found her on her third try. Kerry was trying to escape but to no avail. Arianne had lived in Serenitatis all her life, and knew all of the castle's passageways. Kerry was soon cornered in a room that they both remembered well, one with amusement, one with remorse. The game was forgotten, as they gazed at *his* casket.
Arianne sighed loudly and Kerry attempted to supress a giggle. Kerry failed. The giggle turned to a chuckle, and the chuckle turned to rolling on the floor with uncontrollable laughter. Under Arianne's reproachful glare, she quailed and uttered a last gleeful peep befor dashing out of the room.
Arianne scowled after her sister and turned back to stare longingly at the final resting place of her love. She could still picture the day as if it were yesterday. Her screams, the bite of the ropes that held her to a tree, and her enemy's face leering at her unpleasantly. She closed her eyes and recalled...