Disclaimer: I don't own any of Tamora Pierce's characters. the stork-
looking man, the face. etc. etc..! I do however own Brooke, Jerry, Vinny,
Gabe, the director, the orphanage, the fountain and the idea for this
story. if you want to use any of these ideas please consult me first! Jeez
I just realized so far most of this stories mine.. It's gonna change soon
though. drat
Thank you for reviewing I got some extra people!
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"Brooke, get over here this instant!" cried a shrill, harsh voice. Obediently I jumped up, and my eyes met a tall woman, the director. She was 6'3'' with long black hair, tied back in a tight, 'no-nonsense' bun. Her eyes were endless pools of a steel gray. Her skin was pale, she rarely came outside, if she did, it was because an orphan was to be punished. I stood with an erect posture, showing no signs of embarrassment.
"Yes'm?" I asked, acting like I had no idea what was going on.
"Don't pull that bull shit with me Brooke!" her eyes scanned the puffy red spot around my right eye. "You've definitely been in a fight again! Brooke that's the third time this week! You.you. ARGH!" The woman's eyes were filled with the rage of one thousand people twice her size. "Maybe you just need a break. That's it- a-a getaway- yes! A day without you! YES!" she showed no signs of wanting to hide her hatred of me. "Yes! It took me four years, but I finally figured it out, you need a break!" she laughed, the sudden epiphany making her go into eccentrics. "A break!" she tossed her hands into the air. "So, a cheap place you can get away to relax.hmm."
The gears in my brain began to churn, TP. the books. "The library!" I exclaimed, "Yes the library!"
The director looked at me with eyes filled with surprise. "Brooke! I didn't know you had an interest in books?"
"That's because you never bothered to come and talk to the orphans, you just coop yourself in your office" I muttered.
"If you are being insubordinate young lady."
"No, no" I caught myself quickly, thinking of a backup "I was just saying how it's a new thing for me, so well, you wouldn't know" I stammered, nothing, absolutely nothing would ruin my chances of finding out more about the fiery redhead of TP's books.
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The next day I was taken to the library. I spent the entire day searching for an author by the name of TP, but with no success. In despair, I was just about to give up hope when I came across a book with the words Tamora Pierce engraved in gold lettering across the spine. My eyes rose to the name of the series.
"The Song of the Lioness!" I exclaimed. "This is it!" I grabbed every book based on Tortall that there was. I left the "Circle of Magic" and the "circle Opens" series, I only wanted the ones on Tortall.
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The next few days passed quickly, I avoided most fights by staying in the classroom reading until 2 AM. I strayed away from the fountain, not wishing to see such an abnormal phenomenon again.
Finally, I finished all my books. I sighed helplessly as I exited the realms of knights and feudalism. Ending my fantasies, flashing back into reality. Putting the last one down, "Lady Knight" I stumbled towards the bunks, and climbed the stairs to the top. Occasionally my foot would, slip but I was too tired to notice. My vision was blurry as my eyes fluttered, I trying to stay awake until I reached to top. I glanced at the clock on the wall, which of course I couldn't read. What time was it? And what day of the week was it? I had lost track of all this in the time that passed. But I was now too tired to care, I lay down and before I could even pull the covers up I was fast asleep.
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I finally got up enough courage to visit the fountain. It was the stories that did me in.. Brooke and Alanna had enough courage to face the Chamber, so at least I could visit a stupid fountain. I headed outside.. This would be interesting. I kept telling myself that it was probably just a mirage, it was nothing, but part of me said it was real.
As I got closer to the fountain, I could feel a lump rise in my throat I took long, deep breaths each step, and my heart was pounding 10 times its normal speed. Within eye distance now, I was forced to look, down; I'd look when I'd have to look. My heart was telling me with each step to stop. but somehow my feet kept moving. and then..
I looked around.. No sign of the trio of dumb, dumb, and dumber. Good, I didn't feel like fighting this instant. My heart was already beating fast enough without actually having to move. But. wait. oh great! Idiotic trio on the loose.
"Yo! K'rownd, where've ya been?" Gabe spoke "Yeah K'rownd we've been lookin' for ya!" an inevitable echo, they were learning to speak only after Gabe did.
"Beat it dweebs I'm busy and I don't feel like fighting!" I replied, a nasty scowl worn upon my countenance.
"Yeah sure K'rownd real funny" Gabe again, his bleached teeth flashing to support his point, "Who said we wanted to fight?"
"Past experience" I muttered.
"What was that? I'm guessing that was insult, well we can't put up with that now can we boys?" Without waiting for an answer he charged, his fist connected with my stomach. I didn't flinch, it was a weak punch. 'Hmm. interesting tactic' I thought 'Using himself as a distraction, he thought I'd dodge, and didn't want to go flying so made it week, while my dodging would lead me into his cronies. he's getting smarter.' I wouldn't fight back. couldn't. have to prove it to myself. I didn't know why, I just did. A large fist connected with my back, heavily, probably Jerry's, he liked good, long, full punches. I bent backwards, adjusting to the pain. I refused to move other than that, not even dodge. "I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT!" I yelled this time. they were really getting irritating. Another punch hit me on the jaw. It came swiftly, with little strength, but more came like rapid fire, a new tactic of Vinny's I supposed. 'Man, their all coming up with new strategies, they must have had too much time on their hands the past.however long.' Gabe now joined in, knocking me off my feet. That was the last straw. Getting up, I couldn't control my anger any longer. They weren't going to stop until I fought them. This would end now! I stood up knocking Gabe over; I'd deal with him last. First, Vincent.
I swept my fist towards him; he was down before another could follow up. Then I sidestepped to Jerry. I drew an uppercut and knocked his jaw back and then, while he was flinching knocked him over with a roundabout. Suddenly I felt extra weight on my back, a lot of extra weight. Gabe had sprung on top of me and now was beating against my back. I nearly toppled from the strain of holding someone about a head taller and 40 pounds heavier than myself. As I stumbled I flipped my head down, bending at the waist. I then jumped up into the air. This sent Gabe flying into the mud, and I landed like a cat, perfectly on my feet, just like in "Hidden Dragon" as they jumped off the walls and trees. Not! I went down too, thinking 'note to self, never pull THAT stunt again' I crash landed, probably spraining my ankle. I jumped up though, no matter how much my ankle hurt and brushed myself off. Job. taken care of. Or so I thought.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eyes a forlorn figure lunged at me, I had no time to react. It grabbed my legs, toppling me over, trying to pin me down and choke me. I kicked up, foot connecting with its stomach sending it into the air. I looked down at Gabe. he was beaten. I got up and brushed myself off once more, then, I walked towards the fountain.
The fountain looked normal. no strange purple water, no copper haired- face staring back at me. I sighed a breath of relief; it was after all, just a mirage. I stretched myself out like a cat, flexing my muscle, checking them to see how many were sore. I barely prevented myself from limping on my ankle, even if they were down, I wouldn't want them to get satisfaction from my pain. I kneeled down, eye length with the fountain and splashed the cool water onto my face.. Ahhh.relief. But suddenly the water looked different.
Black water came to reach my face, and a face was once again there. but it wasn't THE face. This one had a longer nose, having a slight resemblance to a stork. I almost ran. but I wouldn't. I couldn't.. My hand hit cold water, splashing the face. but the image never scattered. "Witchcraft!" I yelled, "You're just playing with my mind!" I rubbed the loose hanging skin under my eyes, blinking quite a few times. none of this was real. it was just a mirage, it would go away as soon as I opened my eyes..
But it never did. what seemed like eternity passed by, me staring, jaw slung at this image and it. starring back, as if it was evaluating me. I was still tempted. Still tempted, to scream bloody murder and run the hell out of there, but I never flinched; I stood there, as if hypnotized, staring at this - this thing. Mesmerized have you. even stunned. for fear that if I moved, it would too. stupid I knew, but still quite possible.
And then. the other face appeared.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* Ok people, I tried to make this one longer than chapter 2, but it didn't work out, they are just about exactly the same. now, incase you hadn't figured it out from the summary, this IS an insertion fic. Not a self- insertion one mind you. I am in no were near related or do I even resemble her. (Though I have the same pen name) I can't beat up 3 boys at once.unfortunately, I don't live in an orphanage, and I've never even come in contact with such an oblivious person such as the director. I made this fic because I realized how many self-insertion ones there were out there, so I wanted to try and top at least one Mary Sue. So far, I've tried to make this as un-Mary Sue as is humanly possible in an insertion fic. I want all of you who are reading this tale to review and tell me honestly and openly what I need to improve to make this story more un- Mary Sueish, and tell me what I'm doing good. hopefully I'm doing something right. I can take criticism! It's not the end of the world to me if I find out I'm doing everything wrong, but please. be civilized! A person that flames a story is obviously either an insecure person who wants to feel better about themselves (and/or can't make up a story as good) or they have absolutely no manners and cannot possibly understand how a good review is written, because they can only express their feelings through anger and hatred. (Bah. bad wording, good philosophy... err at least I think so) So get typing!!! Go!!!
Thank you to all those who reviewed (I'm sorry this took a long time to get up, it was a combo of writer's block, camping, school and other stuff too):
Eve Eastborne: Thanks. well here's your chapter. hopefully another is coming' at ya soon.
Lady Lianna: A new person reviewed! Thankies for the complements. but please, I also want to know what I can do to improve. and about the first chapie thing, I fixed it, I guess before you read it. Before the first chapter was a bunch o' html tags
Lady Arwen Evenstar: Thank you. I will
Thank you for reviewing I got some extra people!
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"Brooke, get over here this instant!" cried a shrill, harsh voice. Obediently I jumped up, and my eyes met a tall woman, the director. She was 6'3'' with long black hair, tied back in a tight, 'no-nonsense' bun. Her eyes were endless pools of a steel gray. Her skin was pale, she rarely came outside, if she did, it was because an orphan was to be punished. I stood with an erect posture, showing no signs of embarrassment.
"Yes'm?" I asked, acting like I had no idea what was going on.
"Don't pull that bull shit with me Brooke!" her eyes scanned the puffy red spot around my right eye. "You've definitely been in a fight again! Brooke that's the third time this week! You.you. ARGH!" The woman's eyes were filled with the rage of one thousand people twice her size. "Maybe you just need a break. That's it- a-a getaway- yes! A day without you! YES!" she showed no signs of wanting to hide her hatred of me. "Yes! It took me four years, but I finally figured it out, you need a break!" she laughed, the sudden epiphany making her go into eccentrics. "A break!" she tossed her hands into the air. "So, a cheap place you can get away to relax.hmm."
The gears in my brain began to churn, TP. the books. "The library!" I exclaimed, "Yes the library!"
The director looked at me with eyes filled with surprise. "Brooke! I didn't know you had an interest in books?"
"That's because you never bothered to come and talk to the orphans, you just coop yourself in your office" I muttered.
"If you are being insubordinate young lady."
"No, no" I caught myself quickly, thinking of a backup "I was just saying how it's a new thing for me, so well, you wouldn't know" I stammered, nothing, absolutely nothing would ruin my chances of finding out more about the fiery redhead of TP's books.
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The next day I was taken to the library. I spent the entire day searching for an author by the name of TP, but with no success. In despair, I was just about to give up hope when I came across a book with the words Tamora Pierce engraved in gold lettering across the spine. My eyes rose to the name of the series.
"The Song of the Lioness!" I exclaimed. "This is it!" I grabbed every book based on Tortall that there was. I left the "Circle of Magic" and the "circle Opens" series, I only wanted the ones on Tortall.
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The next few days passed quickly, I avoided most fights by staying in the classroom reading until 2 AM. I strayed away from the fountain, not wishing to see such an abnormal phenomenon again.
Finally, I finished all my books. I sighed helplessly as I exited the realms of knights and feudalism. Ending my fantasies, flashing back into reality. Putting the last one down, "Lady Knight" I stumbled towards the bunks, and climbed the stairs to the top. Occasionally my foot would, slip but I was too tired to notice. My vision was blurry as my eyes fluttered, I trying to stay awake until I reached to top. I glanced at the clock on the wall, which of course I couldn't read. What time was it? And what day of the week was it? I had lost track of all this in the time that passed. But I was now too tired to care, I lay down and before I could even pull the covers up I was fast asleep.
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I finally got up enough courage to visit the fountain. It was the stories that did me in.. Brooke and Alanna had enough courage to face the Chamber, so at least I could visit a stupid fountain. I headed outside.. This would be interesting. I kept telling myself that it was probably just a mirage, it was nothing, but part of me said it was real.
As I got closer to the fountain, I could feel a lump rise in my throat I took long, deep breaths each step, and my heart was pounding 10 times its normal speed. Within eye distance now, I was forced to look, down; I'd look when I'd have to look. My heart was telling me with each step to stop. but somehow my feet kept moving. and then..
I looked around.. No sign of the trio of dumb, dumb, and dumber. Good, I didn't feel like fighting this instant. My heart was already beating fast enough without actually having to move. But. wait. oh great! Idiotic trio on the loose.
"Yo! K'rownd, where've ya been?" Gabe spoke "Yeah K'rownd we've been lookin' for ya!" an inevitable echo, they were learning to speak only after Gabe did.
"Beat it dweebs I'm busy and I don't feel like fighting!" I replied, a nasty scowl worn upon my countenance.
"Yeah sure K'rownd real funny" Gabe again, his bleached teeth flashing to support his point, "Who said we wanted to fight?"
"Past experience" I muttered.
"What was that? I'm guessing that was insult, well we can't put up with that now can we boys?" Without waiting for an answer he charged, his fist connected with my stomach. I didn't flinch, it was a weak punch. 'Hmm. interesting tactic' I thought 'Using himself as a distraction, he thought I'd dodge, and didn't want to go flying so made it week, while my dodging would lead me into his cronies. he's getting smarter.' I wouldn't fight back. couldn't. have to prove it to myself. I didn't know why, I just did. A large fist connected with my back, heavily, probably Jerry's, he liked good, long, full punches. I bent backwards, adjusting to the pain. I refused to move other than that, not even dodge. "I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT!" I yelled this time. they were really getting irritating. Another punch hit me on the jaw. It came swiftly, with little strength, but more came like rapid fire, a new tactic of Vinny's I supposed. 'Man, their all coming up with new strategies, they must have had too much time on their hands the past.however long.' Gabe now joined in, knocking me off my feet. That was the last straw. Getting up, I couldn't control my anger any longer. They weren't going to stop until I fought them. This would end now! I stood up knocking Gabe over; I'd deal with him last. First, Vincent.
I swept my fist towards him; he was down before another could follow up. Then I sidestepped to Jerry. I drew an uppercut and knocked his jaw back and then, while he was flinching knocked him over with a roundabout. Suddenly I felt extra weight on my back, a lot of extra weight. Gabe had sprung on top of me and now was beating against my back. I nearly toppled from the strain of holding someone about a head taller and 40 pounds heavier than myself. As I stumbled I flipped my head down, bending at the waist. I then jumped up into the air. This sent Gabe flying into the mud, and I landed like a cat, perfectly on my feet, just like in "Hidden Dragon" as they jumped off the walls and trees. Not! I went down too, thinking 'note to self, never pull THAT stunt again' I crash landed, probably spraining my ankle. I jumped up though, no matter how much my ankle hurt and brushed myself off. Job. taken care of. Or so I thought.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eyes a forlorn figure lunged at me, I had no time to react. It grabbed my legs, toppling me over, trying to pin me down and choke me. I kicked up, foot connecting with its stomach sending it into the air. I looked down at Gabe. he was beaten. I got up and brushed myself off once more, then, I walked towards the fountain.
The fountain looked normal. no strange purple water, no copper haired- face staring back at me. I sighed a breath of relief; it was after all, just a mirage. I stretched myself out like a cat, flexing my muscle, checking them to see how many were sore. I barely prevented myself from limping on my ankle, even if they were down, I wouldn't want them to get satisfaction from my pain. I kneeled down, eye length with the fountain and splashed the cool water onto my face.. Ahhh.relief. But suddenly the water looked different.
Black water came to reach my face, and a face was once again there. but it wasn't THE face. This one had a longer nose, having a slight resemblance to a stork. I almost ran. but I wouldn't. I couldn't.. My hand hit cold water, splashing the face. but the image never scattered. "Witchcraft!" I yelled, "You're just playing with my mind!" I rubbed the loose hanging skin under my eyes, blinking quite a few times. none of this was real. it was just a mirage, it would go away as soon as I opened my eyes..
But it never did. what seemed like eternity passed by, me staring, jaw slung at this image and it. starring back, as if it was evaluating me. I was still tempted. Still tempted, to scream bloody murder and run the hell out of there, but I never flinched; I stood there, as if hypnotized, staring at this - this thing. Mesmerized have you. even stunned. for fear that if I moved, it would too. stupid I knew, but still quite possible.
And then. the other face appeared.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~* Ok people, I tried to make this one longer than chapter 2, but it didn't work out, they are just about exactly the same. now, incase you hadn't figured it out from the summary, this IS an insertion fic. Not a self- insertion one mind you. I am in no were near related or do I even resemble her. (Though I have the same pen name) I can't beat up 3 boys at once.unfortunately, I don't live in an orphanage, and I've never even come in contact with such an oblivious person such as the director. I made this fic because I realized how many self-insertion ones there were out there, so I wanted to try and top at least one Mary Sue. So far, I've tried to make this as un-Mary Sue as is humanly possible in an insertion fic. I want all of you who are reading this tale to review and tell me honestly and openly what I need to improve to make this story more un- Mary Sueish, and tell me what I'm doing good. hopefully I'm doing something right. I can take criticism! It's not the end of the world to me if I find out I'm doing everything wrong, but please. be civilized! A person that flames a story is obviously either an insecure person who wants to feel better about themselves (and/or can't make up a story as good) or they have absolutely no manners and cannot possibly understand how a good review is written, because they can only express their feelings through anger and hatred. (Bah. bad wording, good philosophy... err at least I think so) So get typing!!! Go!!!
Thank you to all those who reviewed (I'm sorry this took a long time to get up, it was a combo of writer's block, camping, school and other stuff too):
Eve Eastborne: Thanks. well here's your chapter. hopefully another is coming' at ya soon.
Lady Lianna: A new person reviewed! Thankies for the complements. but please, I also want to know what I can do to improve. and about the first chapie thing, I fixed it, I guess before you read it. Before the first chapter was a bunch o' html tags
Lady Arwen Evenstar: Thank you. I will