Ee...I shouldn't write fics like this while listening to my loud, angry
music. ^_^;;;
Garet: Or when you're in a bad mood.
Yeah, but at least I was able to write Jenna right for once.
Garet: Yeah, for once.
You're not supposed to agree with me! Anyway, enjoy!
One Tin Soldier
Chapter 2
"So, Prince Isaac won't take the situation seriously."
Garet glanced over at Jenna, the only female officer in the guard
and second in command only to him. She was pretty enough, but he could
tell under the lightweight leather and metal armor she wore she was
strong and lithe, and as tough as any officer underneath him.
"No," he replied simply.
Jenna swore, loudly.
"I have dispatched a messenger," Garet informed her. His dagger
was out again, and he polished it until it shone, but he kept moving the
rag uselessly over it anyways. "I doubt they'll listen."
"I doubt the messenger will return," Jenna snorted, leaning over
a windowsill. They were in the enterior of the castle, it was an idea
place to have a private conversation on a beautiful day, the few servants
that scurried by wouldn't say anything that they had heard. The rough
stone seemed to radiate a sense of sturdy calm, but if Garet knew Jenna
at all, she was anything but calm. Out of all of his officers, she was
the most hot headed of the lot, but despite that she was a good person to
talk tactics with. Being very pessimistic wasn't always a bad thing.
Garet listened to a bird outside the window trill a few notes of
it's song before he replied. "No, I suppose you're right."
"For centuries everything's been so peaceful," Jenna gazed up at
the sky, the blue unbroken except for a handful of whispy clouds. "And
yet, the villagers would be willing to destroy that piece and kill for a
couple handfuls of gold."
"They're only human," Garet reminded her.
Jenna rested her hand on the pommel of the light sword at her
side, a sure sign that she didn't agree. "I don't care. Lives aren't
something you can just throw away for anything..."
Garet nodded sympathetically. He knew very well that both of her
parents had died only a few short years ago. Shortly after her brother,
Felix, was excepted in the Bard's Guild. He had left Vale, never to
return to the painful memories the village and the castle held.
"Talk to him, he usually listens to you," Jenna turned her gaze
from the window to look at him. "We need him to now."
"I'll do that," Garet nodded.
Yup...and stuff.
Garet: She'll be back with Chapter 3...eventually.
Yup. ^_^;;; Sorry these are so short, but yeah...I don't want to post
the entire story at once! It's too much fun to torture you!
Garet: Review or she'll never, ever post more.
Yup! ^_^
music. ^_^;;;
Garet: Or when you're in a bad mood.
Yeah, but at least I was able to write Jenna right for once.
Garet: Yeah, for once.
You're not supposed to agree with me! Anyway, enjoy!
One Tin Soldier
Chapter 2
"So, Prince Isaac won't take the situation seriously."
Garet glanced over at Jenna, the only female officer in the guard
and second in command only to him. She was pretty enough, but he could
tell under the lightweight leather and metal armor she wore she was
strong and lithe, and as tough as any officer underneath him.
"No," he replied simply.
Jenna swore, loudly.
"I have dispatched a messenger," Garet informed her. His dagger
was out again, and he polished it until it shone, but he kept moving the
rag uselessly over it anyways. "I doubt they'll listen."
"I doubt the messenger will return," Jenna snorted, leaning over
a windowsill. They were in the enterior of the castle, it was an idea
place to have a private conversation on a beautiful day, the few servants
that scurried by wouldn't say anything that they had heard. The rough
stone seemed to radiate a sense of sturdy calm, but if Garet knew Jenna
at all, she was anything but calm. Out of all of his officers, she was
the most hot headed of the lot, but despite that she was a good person to
talk tactics with. Being very pessimistic wasn't always a bad thing.
Garet listened to a bird outside the window trill a few notes of
it's song before he replied. "No, I suppose you're right."
"For centuries everything's been so peaceful," Jenna gazed up at
the sky, the blue unbroken except for a handful of whispy clouds. "And
yet, the villagers would be willing to destroy that piece and kill for a
couple handfuls of gold."
"They're only human," Garet reminded her.
Jenna rested her hand on the pommel of the light sword at her
side, a sure sign that she didn't agree. "I don't care. Lives aren't
something you can just throw away for anything..."
Garet nodded sympathetically. He knew very well that both of her
parents had died only a few short years ago. Shortly after her brother,
Felix, was excepted in the Bard's Guild. He had left Vale, never to
return to the painful memories the village and the castle held.
"Talk to him, he usually listens to you," Jenna turned her gaze
from the window to look at him. "We need him to now."
"I'll do that," Garet nodded.
Yup...and stuff.
Garet: She'll be back with Chapter 3...eventually.
Yup. ^_^;;; Sorry these are so short, but yeah...I don't want to post
the entire story at once! It's too much fun to torture you!
Garet: Review or she'll never, ever post more.
Yup! ^_^