AN: Oooooo, it's getting exciting now. I've almost finished this now,
finally! A couple more chapters and I'll have finished this part of the
series. Then I have Sophia and Sophia part 2, which is going to go under a
name change because I don't like calling it that. It's about Sophia from
age 18.
Ok and here is the exciting part, well for me, I am in a search
engine! Ok, I've calmed down a bit now, I was just excited about it.
"Let the combat begin," King Roald's voice rang out through the Great Throne Room. The two swords were brought up instantly. They circled each other carefully calculating what moves to make and who would make them first. It was Roger. He was trying to draw her out by feigning left and right repeatedly. He wanted her to attack.
Roger's impatience finally got the better of him. He swung at her side, quickly moving she blocked him and moved out of the way quickly. Her hands hurt holding lightening. She would have to remember to be careful.
Roger was trying to use up her energy. Alanna started dodging instead of blocking now, but Roger was quick. The pain from her hands was moving up her arm and had stopped at her shoulder. The cuts on her sword hand were now bleeding through the bandages.
Roger had just swapped hands, or did he have two swords? Out of the corner of her mind she could hear Thom shouting, "Foul! He's using an illusion!" She knew though that no one would try and stop them. Roger could kill her just by muttering a word and everyone knew it.
Roger lunched she only managed to get out the way with a lucky step. He had placed an illusion on himself, Thom was right. Alanna pulled the ember-stone from under her shirt. The illusion sword glowed with the colour of Roger's gift. Alanna blocked him coming body-to-body with the older, stronger, larger man. He forced her to his knees. She dropped to the floor and rolled away.
The Duke changed the hands he held his sword in several times. The next time he swapped hands Alanna lunged, going for his right arm. Roger yelled as her sword scratched the muscle. Making a quick recovery Roger lunged back and struck. Alanna stumbled, the tip of Roger's sword moving down her chest from her collarbone to waist.
The corset she wore sometimes was cut through. It slid down, it's lacings cut, revealing through the shirt it's lacings and Alanna's breasts (to her great embarrassment).
Roger dropped his sword and moved back, his eyes wide with shock.
"Halt!" Roald roared jumping up, moving a couple of steps infront of the throne as the room erupted in whispers and gasps. "WHAT! Is going on here?"
"You better do something about that. I'll explain," Thom told her moving forward out of the crowd. Eyes were now moving between Thom and what appears to be a young woman. She quickly went behind a curtain glad that the truth had finally came out, but not in that fashion.
"You'll have to excuse my sister, Majesties." Shaking her head over Thom's nerve, she overlapped the ends of her shirt and breeches.
"You see, she wanted to be a knight. I wanted to be a sorcerer. We traded places. I think I may have had the better part of the bargain; I didn't have to lie to people I liked and respected all these years. Here. I brought our birth papers. Her name is Alanna. We're twins."
"Who knew of this?" the King's voice was low and dangerous as Alanna stepped out form behind the curtain. "Who knew?"
"I knew," Jonathan's voice was strong and clear. "I've known since the Black City."
"I knew," commented Coram in a shamefaced rumbled.
Gary stepped forward, "I knew."
Raoul echoed Gary.
"And I knew," Myles said. "I've known since Alan-Alanna-cured Jonathan of the Sweating Sickness, Majesty."
The King looked at Alanna. "What have you to say for yourself?"
Alanna met his eyes squarely. "I hated lying to you," she admitted. "I wanted to tell; but I couldn't. Would you of let me win my shield if I had told the truth?" The King's silence was enough to answer. "I've tried to be honest about everything else. I can't regret what I did."
Roger snarled, screaming at her, "You demon! You lying, cheating-" He attacked suddenly. Alanna's anger exploded inside her. He was her enemy; he had tried to kill the people she loved. And he was acting as though he was the one wronged. She came to life.
Slashing at him, she cut his hair, his tunic. Desperately he blocked but it wasn't enough. Suddenly an orange cloud appeared round the Duke, moving towards Alanna, Jonathan and the King. Alanna saw the danger towards them and forgot her own.
The cloud was blinding, quickly thrusting Lightening into the centre of the cloud she heard a scream. She pulled the sword out and thrust it back into the cloud this time harder. Roger stood, trying to pull the sword out of his body. She let go off Lightening stumbling backwards. Roger's shirt had a large red stain quickly spreading from his chest.
"One of us finally managed it," he gasped barely audible even for Alanna. With that last breath he fell slowly to the floor.
She looked in horror at what she's done. Pulling her eyes away from his body, looking from one face to another. They all held a look of horror.
Her eyes strayed to the faces of those most important to her. It was there that she found the most hurtful faces, that she could ever remember or expect. The looks on Myles, Thom, Jonathan, she would never forget them. They were forever burnt on her mind.
AN: I've finally got that chapter over and done with. I predict maybe 2-3 chapters left maybe 4. R&R to tell me what you think of this chapter. If you've got any questions about anything in WTYHAG or Sophia or after that then email me and I'll try and answer your questions. Thanks you to all that reviewed I like them and what about the people who didn't? why not?
"Let the combat begin," King Roald's voice rang out through the Great Throne Room. The two swords were brought up instantly. They circled each other carefully calculating what moves to make and who would make them first. It was Roger. He was trying to draw her out by feigning left and right repeatedly. He wanted her to attack.
Roger's impatience finally got the better of him. He swung at her side, quickly moving she blocked him and moved out of the way quickly. Her hands hurt holding lightening. She would have to remember to be careful.
Roger was trying to use up her energy. Alanna started dodging instead of blocking now, but Roger was quick. The pain from her hands was moving up her arm and had stopped at her shoulder. The cuts on her sword hand were now bleeding through the bandages.
Roger had just swapped hands, or did he have two swords? Out of the corner of her mind she could hear Thom shouting, "Foul! He's using an illusion!" She knew though that no one would try and stop them. Roger could kill her just by muttering a word and everyone knew it.
Roger lunched she only managed to get out the way with a lucky step. He had placed an illusion on himself, Thom was right. Alanna pulled the ember-stone from under her shirt. The illusion sword glowed with the colour of Roger's gift. Alanna blocked him coming body-to-body with the older, stronger, larger man. He forced her to his knees. She dropped to the floor and rolled away.
The Duke changed the hands he held his sword in several times. The next time he swapped hands Alanna lunged, going for his right arm. Roger yelled as her sword scratched the muscle. Making a quick recovery Roger lunged back and struck. Alanna stumbled, the tip of Roger's sword moving down her chest from her collarbone to waist.
The corset she wore sometimes was cut through. It slid down, it's lacings cut, revealing through the shirt it's lacings and Alanna's breasts (to her great embarrassment).
Roger dropped his sword and moved back, his eyes wide with shock.
"Halt!" Roald roared jumping up, moving a couple of steps infront of the throne as the room erupted in whispers and gasps. "WHAT! Is going on here?"
"You better do something about that. I'll explain," Thom told her moving forward out of the crowd. Eyes were now moving between Thom and what appears to be a young woman. She quickly went behind a curtain glad that the truth had finally came out, but not in that fashion.
"You'll have to excuse my sister, Majesties." Shaking her head over Thom's nerve, she overlapped the ends of her shirt and breeches.
"You see, she wanted to be a knight. I wanted to be a sorcerer. We traded places. I think I may have had the better part of the bargain; I didn't have to lie to people I liked and respected all these years. Here. I brought our birth papers. Her name is Alanna. We're twins."
"Who knew of this?" the King's voice was low and dangerous as Alanna stepped out form behind the curtain. "Who knew?"
"I knew," Jonathan's voice was strong and clear. "I've known since the Black City."
"I knew," commented Coram in a shamefaced rumbled.
Gary stepped forward, "I knew."
Raoul echoed Gary.
"And I knew," Myles said. "I've known since Alan-Alanna-cured Jonathan of the Sweating Sickness, Majesty."
The King looked at Alanna. "What have you to say for yourself?"
Alanna met his eyes squarely. "I hated lying to you," she admitted. "I wanted to tell; but I couldn't. Would you of let me win my shield if I had told the truth?" The King's silence was enough to answer. "I've tried to be honest about everything else. I can't regret what I did."
Roger snarled, screaming at her, "You demon! You lying, cheating-" He attacked suddenly. Alanna's anger exploded inside her. He was her enemy; he had tried to kill the people she loved. And he was acting as though he was the one wronged. She came to life.
Slashing at him, she cut his hair, his tunic. Desperately he blocked but it wasn't enough. Suddenly an orange cloud appeared round the Duke, moving towards Alanna, Jonathan and the King. Alanna saw the danger towards them and forgot her own.
The cloud was blinding, quickly thrusting Lightening into the centre of the cloud she heard a scream. She pulled the sword out and thrust it back into the cloud this time harder. Roger stood, trying to pull the sword out of his body. She let go off Lightening stumbling backwards. Roger's shirt had a large red stain quickly spreading from his chest.
"One of us finally managed it," he gasped barely audible even for Alanna. With that last breath he fell slowly to the floor.
She looked in horror at what she's done. Pulling her eyes away from his body, looking from one face to another. They all held a look of horror.
Her eyes strayed to the faces of those most important to her. It was there that she found the most hurtful faces, that she could ever remember or expect. The looks on Myles, Thom, Jonathan, she would never forget them. They were forever burnt on her mind.
AN: I've finally got that chapter over and done with. I predict maybe 2-3 chapters left maybe 4. R&R to tell me what you think of this chapter. If you've got any questions about anything in WTYHAG or Sophia or after that then email me and I'll try and answer your questions. Thanks you to all that reviewed I like them and what about the people who didn't? why not?