Hello fans...I'm back!!

I just finished reading the healing in the vine.excellent book. Anyways, thank you all the ppls that reviewed.it is much appreciated. Guess wot?! I have to practice my cello now, so I can't write.just yet.but I promise.something's gonna happen (well duh Alex).

BTW, u have to read Something Told The Wild Geese, by Rachel/quicksilver/my friend.cos I'm in it.hehe

Cyaz till tomorrow..

The next day..

Here we go....(I like these dot things)

Chapter 8: Side effects of competing in a tournament.....

Alanna woke up with a headache. It must be something she ate..

"Crap!!!" Raoul had bumped his head on the ceiling. He had a feeling that this was not going to be the best day of his life.

"Yes!"

Alex ran around the room, as he had been told the news that this day would be a free day, to make sure that the side effects of the tournament would not interfere with training.but what were they??

Alanna moaned as she stumbled out of her door, ready for breakfast. She had not yet received the news.

The watchman at the tower yelled out that it was a free day. Alanna put her hands up in joy and stumbled back into bed..



Raoul went to find the castle's healer. At least some of the pain would go away, but he'd have a big lump on his forehead sooner or later.

*2 more days of school...yeah!*

He dreaded the thought of everyone laughing at him, especially Ralon. It's not as if he had anything better to do. The jerk was just being a jerk.all the time. Some people are so sad.

The Duke of Queenscove seemed quite surprised to find Raoul knocking on his door. What did he do? Straight away, the Duke had seen the purple lump (it was bruised). Poor Raoul.better get to work.

*ha you stupid green lines.I am better than you and I have made you magically disappear..Mwahaahaa*

(hey guess wot..I just read Wise Child - Monica Furlong....although I like the first book better, but I mean they're like different "views", so yeah)

The bell rang (your probably getting sick of all these bells).....

Damn!! She had to get out of bed. It was supposed to be a free day, but trust the King to have a function or something, where she had to serve or something. Alanna was sure Master Cambridge (or something like that) would have her head if she didn't go to the "practice".

"Touché! Beat that Jon!"

Gary had finally managed to beat Jon in fencing (no offence to Gary). Both boys were covered in sweat, partly due to the heat wave, sweeping the city in...midwinter? It was true, and now they had to prepare for the "sweating sickness season". What kind of a year was this?

First of all, he, Gary had been forced to (well he was told he would be a disappointment if he didn't do this) compete in the tournament, and he knew he wasn't that good. He had been unseated twice, but he had to admit that the experience and the opportunity to compete had taught him a valuable lesson. Always focus on your opponents lance or shield. If only it were so simple.

A/N: Sorry this chapter's really short, but the next chapter won't work if I don't leave it hear. But, I promise to make chapters longer if you review......plz?!