(a/n I'm sorry I haven't updated recently. I had to go over to the dark
side to pick up a few things. Then I got stuck on the way back, it was
difficult but now I've sort of found the light. If you have no idea what
I'm talking about read my damn journal. I will try to update more. I love
you guys, sorry!)
HangMan
Chapter 2
Feeling Sorry
Joren awoke a week later. When he opened his eyes all he could see was the inside of the dark chamber, his family lying dead on the floor and the taunting voices. The chamber. Memory came back in a rush. Change your ways, it had said, this is your last warning. Joren shuddered involuntarily, as much as he hated to admit it, he had been scared in that chamber.
He'd never been scared before. Not even in battle. It was a new experience for him. Well actually scared would be putting it lightly, he had been terrified. It had been a good experience for him though. Now he knew what it was like to be the one who was weak. What it was like to be pushed to the ground and told he didn't deserve to live. It was like he'd done to the pages.
And now he thought about it. It made him feel sick, what he had done.
It suddenly hit him. He was feeling sorry for them.
What on earth was wrong with him?
He was still seeing the pictures in his eyes so he shut them again. This did nothing to block them out. He heard a quite voice.
"I think he is starting to wake." Joren opened his eyes again and the images had vanished he was looking at the Baird. Queenscove's father. "Good your awake. I was starting to worry. It's been a week."
"A week?" Joren rasped, but because his throat was so sore after he said that he immediately doubled over coughing.
"Neal get him some water." The Baird commanded. Neal soon came back with a glass of water. The Baird passed him it. "Drink." He said. After he had drunk enough to make his throat feel better, he asked again.
"A week? I've been unconscious a week? What happened?"
"That is what we would like to know."
Neal piped up. "When the chamber opened you were just lying there. Everybody thought you were dead." But nobody would have cared. Joren added silently. "You've been in here ever since." He added. Joren resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "You still get to be knighted though." Neal drawled.
Joren normally would have been excited but he didn't have the energy. A week of not eating can do that to a person. "Why?" he asked.
"What?"
"Why do I still get to be knighted? I don't really think I deserve it?"
"The chamber didn't kill you Joren. You didn't make a sound. You still get to be knighted."
Maybe I should turn over a new leaf Joren mused. The though made him laugh a little. Me? Be nice? I think not. Besides who am I supposed to be friends with? They all hate me. He sighed and dropped his head into his hands. He heard a soft click of the door. The Baird had gone out of the room.
"You know while we were al waiting for you to come out of the ordeal room we got our purses stolen." Joren snorted lifting his head up to look at Neal. "I don't think they've caught the little urchin yet."
"So you lost a couple of nobles. Big deal. I bet she spent them on something far more important than you ever would."
"Going soft on us Joren?"
He narrowed his eyes at the squire. "No."
"Nice to know. Imagine how worried I'd be if you lost your sense of evilness."
"I get it from my father."
"I can see why."
Were they having a conversation? Not shouting or fighting but talking. I should punch him, Joren thought nastily, just to get him back. New leaf Joren! Where the hell is the new leaf? The little voice at the back of his head said hysterically. Mithros, Joren thought, I can't even be nice for a day, let alone for an hour.
(Da da! Finished chapter! Aren't you pleased? *reviewers shake heads* Umm.sorry? Honestly I am really sorry. Can you do me a favour? Please? You don't have to, but could you see if you can? Check out Cyber Fairy? She's got two stories at the moment. One's called Healing Hands (that's Tamora Pierce) and Messed Up (Baldurs Gate 2 and Tamora Pierce crossover.) They're very good stoires please review them She'll love then for ever.)
HangMan
Chapter 2
Feeling Sorry
Joren awoke a week later. When he opened his eyes all he could see was the inside of the dark chamber, his family lying dead on the floor and the taunting voices. The chamber. Memory came back in a rush. Change your ways, it had said, this is your last warning. Joren shuddered involuntarily, as much as he hated to admit it, he had been scared in that chamber.
He'd never been scared before. Not even in battle. It was a new experience for him. Well actually scared would be putting it lightly, he had been terrified. It had been a good experience for him though. Now he knew what it was like to be the one who was weak. What it was like to be pushed to the ground and told he didn't deserve to live. It was like he'd done to the pages.
And now he thought about it. It made him feel sick, what he had done.
It suddenly hit him. He was feeling sorry for them.
What on earth was wrong with him?
He was still seeing the pictures in his eyes so he shut them again. This did nothing to block them out. He heard a quite voice.
"I think he is starting to wake." Joren opened his eyes again and the images had vanished he was looking at the Baird. Queenscove's father. "Good your awake. I was starting to worry. It's been a week."
"A week?" Joren rasped, but because his throat was so sore after he said that he immediately doubled over coughing.
"Neal get him some water." The Baird commanded. Neal soon came back with a glass of water. The Baird passed him it. "Drink." He said. After he had drunk enough to make his throat feel better, he asked again.
"A week? I've been unconscious a week? What happened?"
"That is what we would like to know."
Neal piped up. "When the chamber opened you were just lying there. Everybody thought you were dead." But nobody would have cared. Joren added silently. "You've been in here ever since." He added. Joren resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "You still get to be knighted though." Neal drawled.
Joren normally would have been excited but he didn't have the energy. A week of not eating can do that to a person. "Why?" he asked.
"What?"
"Why do I still get to be knighted? I don't really think I deserve it?"
"The chamber didn't kill you Joren. You didn't make a sound. You still get to be knighted."
Maybe I should turn over a new leaf Joren mused. The though made him laugh a little. Me? Be nice? I think not. Besides who am I supposed to be friends with? They all hate me. He sighed and dropped his head into his hands. He heard a soft click of the door. The Baird had gone out of the room.
"You know while we were al waiting for you to come out of the ordeal room we got our purses stolen." Joren snorted lifting his head up to look at Neal. "I don't think they've caught the little urchin yet."
"So you lost a couple of nobles. Big deal. I bet she spent them on something far more important than you ever would."
"Going soft on us Joren?"
He narrowed his eyes at the squire. "No."
"Nice to know. Imagine how worried I'd be if you lost your sense of evilness."
"I get it from my father."
"I can see why."
Were they having a conversation? Not shouting or fighting but talking. I should punch him, Joren thought nastily, just to get him back. New leaf Joren! Where the hell is the new leaf? The little voice at the back of his head said hysterically. Mithros, Joren thought, I can't even be nice for a day, let alone for an hour.
(Da da! Finished chapter! Aren't you pleased? *reviewers shake heads* Umm.sorry? Honestly I am really sorry. Can you do me a favour? Please? You don't have to, but could you see if you can? Check out Cyber Fairy? She's got two stories at the moment. One's called Healing Hands (that's Tamora Pierce) and Messed Up (Baldurs Gate 2 and Tamora Pierce crossover.) They're very good stoires please review them She'll love then for ever.)
