On the Streets
by jilla kala
a/n: Thank you very much to all my lovely reviewers, also, sorry for not updating since like, the beginning of January… i've been kinda busy (new semester, new classes, procrastination, blah blah blah) plus i've had writer's block and we all know how much that sucks… i'm sorry this chapter is so short, but i needed to write something and i decided to only upload a small chapter now giving you a clue as to what the plot of this fic is going to be, i'll try and hurry up with the rest tho…
Disclaimer: what you recognize belongs to Tamora Pierce… I only own the plot, Jua, her housemates, Mr. Fishes and umm… that's it so far…
Chapter Four (one year later)
Jon, Jua and George were sitting in the latter's chambers talking about all the latest court gossip, when there was a knock on the door. It opened to reveal a boy with short red hair and bright purple eyes.
"Oh, sorry George, I didn't know you had company," the boy said, "Hey Jua,"
"It's all right Alan, come on in and meet a friend of mine," George said motioning him in. The boy shrugged and walked in followed by two larger boys. George introduced the red head as Page Alan of Trebond, and the other two as Squires Raoul of Goldenlake and Gareth, Gary, of Naxen.
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Gary watched George's friend, Jon, he thought it was, while the others talked. The boy looked familiar to him, but he didn't know where from. There was something about Jon's sapphire eyes that he recognized. Finally, he couldn't stand not knowing, and interrupting Alan he asked, "Do I know you from somewhere?"
Jon looked confused, "Umm, no… why?"
"You look familiar, are you sure I haven't met you before?"
"Yeah, positive."
"Oh," Gary motioned for Alan to continue, and tried to pay attention to the conversation going on around him.
"Just because it's His Majesty's birthday doesn't mean we have to have a ball," Alan whined.
"Alan, he's the king, of course there is going to be a ball," Jua sensibly put in.
"Still, I hate balls, and I don't think we should have to go," Alan replied.
"At least you don't have to give a toast!" Gary cried. Everyone except for Jon laughed.
"Gary's His Majesty's squire," Jua explained.
"Oh. Ok. I understand now," he said. Everyone laughed and the conversation moved on to other things.
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Meanwhile, Roger of Conte, the heir to the Tortallian throne, sat in his chambers talking to his squire, Alex of Tirragen. Roger had placed a listening spell on the room, so to anyone listening in the hall, it would sound like they were having a pleasant conversation about everything ranging from the weather to the ball that night. In reality, they were discussing the changes that Roger would make when he was king, but of course, before Roger could be king, the present monarchs would have to die…
a/n: told ya it was short ::grins:: anyway, hope you all enjoyed it and I bet a lot of you have an idea where this is going… but shhhh…. It's a secret… lol… anyway, go ahead and email me at insane_fairy_chica@hotmail.com with comments, questions, ideas, anything, also, please be nice, wonderful people and review this for me… adios for now!