Blee-dee-dee-dee! A new chappy ^_^ Ooo...in this, more of the plot unfolds!
Sparrow
By Ruff Collie
Chapter 4-Explain
His bare feet pounded on the floor rythimically as Faleron of King's Reach ran. Brown eyes were focused ahead. To his destination. To answers.
To Keladry.
Sweat beaded his forehead, as he thought about what the human Freckle had said. Could it be true? No...but there was the wound. The blue wound. And Kel this morning in the practice courts.
He clasped a hand to his shoulder, and removed it. He glanced down quickly, and winced as he saw it streaked with what appeared to be blood the color of the ocean. Yet, right before his eyes, it started at fade. His eyes widened in disbelief, and he stared straight ahead again. This was getting stranger by the minute.
The squire slowed as he reached his friend's door, and he knocked, panting. And he waited.
Inside the room, blankets stirred fitfully at the knock, as the sleeper was aroused. Keladry of Mindelan threw them off, mumbling angerily. She staggered to the door, yawning widely.
'Whoever woke me up at this time better have a good reason for it...' she thought grumpily, and opened the door, staring out through half-closed hazel eyes. They widened as they took in the scene before them.
Faleron was standing there, fully dressed, a stain of dark blue on the right shoulder of his shirt. His expression was confused, and desperate, as he looked around, panic immenint in his dark eyes. Kel pulled him in, shutting the door quickly.
"What are you doing here?" she hissed, fully awake by this time.
He looked around, and was about to lunge for the door to open it, by Kel stopped him, and looked at him expectedly.
"Kel..." he whispered. "Show me your left shoulder, please." Catching an astonished glance from her, he shook his head. "Keladry...this is very important. Just please listen."
She nodded, hazel eyes wide as a does' , pulling down the edge on her thin brown nightgown. Faleron gasped, and sat weakly in a chair. He now knew for certain. Kel was who Freckle spoke about in his dream. He looked up again, and took in the scene.
Dark green liquid flowed freely from her shoulder, disappearing as it touched any other surface than her skin. The cut it flowed from was in the shape of a birds' talon. It hadn't closed up, and wouldn't for a long time, Faleron figured.
"Faleron..." Kel sputtered, very confused. "W-What's all this about?"
He looked up meaningfully at her, understanding present on his face.
"Freckle told me to consult you about the task to save the realm. Our task. I believe you already had one of these dreams?" He spoke calmly, so wrong for the sitation they were in.
Kel nodded dumbly, and spoke, her voice coming out merely a whisper.
"Y-Yes. Crown told me. She said I was Daughter of the Sparrows, and that if we do not complete our task, the very thread that holds the earth together shall be unwoven!" she whispered, repeating the exact words.
Faleron sighed, and closed his eyes, putting a hand under his chin. He was frustrated. That did not tell him anything.
"But tonight..." Kel mummered. "Tonight, I had another dream. It told what the task is, Faleron. One among us is evil. Pure evil. We must stop them."
Faleron jumped up, and grabbed Kel's shoulders, shaking them slightly. His eyes were wild.
"Keladry, what happened in that dream!? Please tell me..."
Kel nodded quietly, and sat.
"I shall, then."
[There was only chaos around me. Fires everywhere...Corus had been destroyed. Along with the whole of Tortall, I assumed. Completely. Nothing and nobody were left. Only a group of people. Only, they weren't people. Not exactly. For they had beautiful, feathered brown wings coming from their back. Some had brown hair, others had white or black. They surrounded me, and told of what had happened. Nobody had been spared from the evil, they said. Only the Sparrows. They evil had been completely unnexpected, and it just had shown itself one day. They spoke of its name, although fearfully. It was one of our friends. One of our close friends.]
Kel finished, looking quietly at her hands.
Faleron was stunned. Completely. He stared open-mouthed at her, totally unbelieving. Yet, with all the things that had been happening lately, it was a wonder he was in the least way suprised. He opened his mouth to speak, but what emerged was a croak. He cleared his throat, and then spoke.
"Who was it, then?"
Kel looked up at him gravely.
"Our dear friend, Owen of Jesslaw."
A/N: Oooo...now I KNOW you weren't expecting that. ^_^ The headlines in the paper: Jolly Squire turns into Evil Tyrant.
Owen: HEY! Why am I so evil in this fic?!
Me: Cause you're too jolly, that's why.
Now just click that nice little lavender button down there in the left corner of the screen. It makes authors very, VERY happy.
Sparrow
By Ruff Collie
Chapter 4-Explain
His bare feet pounded on the floor rythimically as Faleron of King's Reach ran. Brown eyes were focused ahead. To his destination. To answers.
To Keladry.
Sweat beaded his forehead, as he thought about what the human Freckle had said. Could it be true? No...but there was the wound. The blue wound. And Kel this morning in the practice courts.
He clasped a hand to his shoulder, and removed it. He glanced down quickly, and winced as he saw it streaked with what appeared to be blood the color of the ocean. Yet, right before his eyes, it started at fade. His eyes widened in disbelief, and he stared straight ahead again. This was getting stranger by the minute.
The squire slowed as he reached his friend's door, and he knocked, panting. And he waited.
Inside the room, blankets stirred fitfully at the knock, as the sleeper was aroused. Keladry of Mindelan threw them off, mumbling angerily. She staggered to the door, yawning widely.
'Whoever woke me up at this time better have a good reason for it...' she thought grumpily, and opened the door, staring out through half-closed hazel eyes. They widened as they took in the scene before them.
Faleron was standing there, fully dressed, a stain of dark blue on the right shoulder of his shirt. His expression was confused, and desperate, as he looked around, panic immenint in his dark eyes. Kel pulled him in, shutting the door quickly.
"What are you doing here?" she hissed, fully awake by this time.
He looked around, and was about to lunge for the door to open it, by Kel stopped him, and looked at him expectedly.
"Kel..." he whispered. "Show me your left shoulder, please." Catching an astonished glance from her, he shook his head. "Keladry...this is very important. Just please listen."
She nodded, hazel eyes wide as a does' , pulling down the edge on her thin brown nightgown. Faleron gasped, and sat weakly in a chair. He now knew for certain. Kel was who Freckle spoke about in his dream. He looked up again, and took in the scene.
Dark green liquid flowed freely from her shoulder, disappearing as it touched any other surface than her skin. The cut it flowed from was in the shape of a birds' talon. It hadn't closed up, and wouldn't for a long time, Faleron figured.
"Faleron..." Kel sputtered, very confused. "W-What's all this about?"
He looked up meaningfully at her, understanding present on his face.
"Freckle told me to consult you about the task to save the realm. Our task. I believe you already had one of these dreams?" He spoke calmly, so wrong for the sitation they were in.
Kel nodded dumbly, and spoke, her voice coming out merely a whisper.
"Y-Yes. Crown told me. She said I was Daughter of the Sparrows, and that if we do not complete our task, the very thread that holds the earth together shall be unwoven!" she whispered, repeating the exact words.
Faleron sighed, and closed his eyes, putting a hand under his chin. He was frustrated. That did not tell him anything.
"But tonight..." Kel mummered. "Tonight, I had another dream. It told what the task is, Faleron. One among us is evil. Pure evil. We must stop them."
Faleron jumped up, and grabbed Kel's shoulders, shaking them slightly. His eyes were wild.
"Keladry, what happened in that dream!? Please tell me..."
Kel nodded quietly, and sat.
"I shall, then."
[There was only chaos around me. Fires everywhere...Corus had been destroyed. Along with the whole of Tortall, I assumed. Completely. Nothing and nobody were left. Only a group of people. Only, they weren't people. Not exactly. For they had beautiful, feathered brown wings coming from their back. Some had brown hair, others had white or black. They surrounded me, and told of what had happened. Nobody had been spared from the evil, they said. Only the Sparrows. They evil had been completely unnexpected, and it just had shown itself one day. They spoke of its name, although fearfully. It was one of our friends. One of our close friends.]
Kel finished, looking quietly at her hands.
Faleron was stunned. Completely. He stared open-mouthed at her, totally unbelieving. Yet, with all the things that had been happening lately, it was a wonder he was in the least way suprised. He opened his mouth to speak, but what emerged was a croak. He cleared his throat, and then spoke.
"Who was it, then?"
Kel looked up at him gravely.
"Our dear friend, Owen of Jesslaw."
A/N: Oooo...now I KNOW you weren't expecting that. ^_^ The headlines in the paper: Jolly Squire turns into Evil Tyrant.
Owen: HEY! Why am I so evil in this fic?!
Me: Cause you're too jolly, that's why.
Now just click that nice little lavender button down there in the left corner of the screen. It makes authors very, VERY happy.