Ack. Soooo sorry about the lack of updations. I've had A Special Cenzi Writers Block cast on me for the last month. It's not gone yet, but I'll attempt to write. Tell me if it's really bad and I'll write this chapter again.
Reviewers!!
Kitten55- Err… Yeah. And sorry again bout the horrible lack of updates.
Valencia22- Heehee. Yup, an actual plot!! You have no idea how much I had to grub around in my lump of a brain for that….
Mist Tiger- Dr. Pepper rocks too…..Yum….My all time fav soda. Not as good as Sprite for getting high, though…..
Ana- Sorry about your palm pilot. I'm not planning on getting one any time soon. Laptops, however….
Well, then, off to attempt another chapter. May Cleon the Clown get eaten by a purple flying banana.
(Purple Flying Banana: *burps*
ladyknight: You're welcome.)
~ladyknight
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Cenzi woke up late in the morning. As she sat up she noticed the bright sunlight that flooded into the room. Blinking in the glaring light, she tried to remember where she was.
That's it. In the royal palace, in the room across the hall from one of her heroes, Kelandry of Mindelan, and her husband, Domitan of Masbolle.
She bolted up. Still in the dress she had forgotten to take off the night before, she threw off her covers, ran across her room, and into the hall, stopping with a start in front of the door.
She ran a hand through her tangled hair, wincing as it caught in the knots. Brushing off her skirt quickly with a hand, she paused to listen to the muffled noises on the other side of the door.
"Of course he put it in there, you dim-wit!!!" That was Alanna the Lioness…
"Don't talk to your king like that!!! And maybe it was someone else!!" That would be King Jonathon.
"Stupid!! Who else would have the magic?!?!" The Lioness again….
A calm voice broke in. "Maybe you two should stop arguing about irrelevant things and leave us to our thinking," Neal said.
"Fine. Thank you, Nealan. Good luck and best wishes to you, Kelandry and Domitan," Jonathon said, not acknowledging the Lioness.
Cenzi was suddenly pushed away from the door as it opened. *Stupid, stupid,* she thought to her self as she went toppling. *I should have known he was going to open the do-*
"What's this," said Jonathon, pulling her up by her dress. "Were you eavesdropping?? On royal personage??" His eyebrows came together in a frown.
Cenzi's eyes widened. She'd thought Jonathon was an OK king, 'till now.
Dom stuck his head out the door. "Cenzi!!"
"You know this ruffian?" asked the king.
Dom disguised a laugh with a loud cough. "Yes, your majesty."
The king snorted and gave Cenzi to Dom, then walked off.
Dom and Cenzi entered the room together, where they found Alanna and Kel sitting on the bed and Neal holding the door.
"Jonathon has never been a morning person," The Lioness explained.
Cenzi stood, stiff with a feeling that included fear and awe.
Alanna raised an eyebrow. "Are you scared of me?"
Cenzi managed a nod.
"Well, don't be," said the lady knight with what sounded like an old feeling of annoyance. She had obviously had this problem many times in her lifetime.
Cenzi, eyes wide, said, "Um, okay," then just about hit herself out of stupidity. Neal winked at her.
Alanna started to say something when she was interrupted. "Well, I'll be leaving now-"
Then something very strange happened. A small cloud of orange gas appeared in the middle of the room. Cenzi was too busy looking at it wonderingly to notice the daggers that appeared in Alanna's and Neal's hands, the thick broadsword in Dom's, and the glaive in Kel's. As the foggy patch began to clear, Alanna muttered, "Roger," and Cenzi was pushed down by a rough pair of hands.
Her cry of "Ow!!" was muffled as the head of a young, handsome, black haired and blue eyed man emerged.
"Well, well, well," it said.
"Roger," Alanna said with a grimace. "Long time, no see."
"Talking street slang, are we now, dear Lioness?"
"Don't call me that."
"Very well," the man's head said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, oh, oh. And this must be the new one… Kelandry of Mindelan and Masbolle, is it?"
"Duke Roger of Conté, then. I've heard about you."
*So this is him…* Cenzi thought.
"No doubt," said the Duke cooly. His gaze flickered around the room, stopping on the faces of Dom, Neal, and then Cenzi. "And who is this?" He turned to Kel, then Alanna. "Not one of yours, is it?"
"A friend," Kel said shortly.
Roger's mouth twisted. "This must be Domitan…. And Nealan." His head twisted to face Neal. "I remember your father well, young man. Nasty old chap. Never liked me."
Neal's eyes formed slits. Kel caught his eyes with hers and flashed them warningly.
Roger watched with some sort of cold glee. "Well, dearest gentlemen and ladies, I must go." He looked at Kel. "Tomorrow in at mid-day, on the practice court where I fought our dear Lioness so long ago, like it says on the message under your pillow. Adieu."
And Roger of Conté left with a puff of orange smoke.
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Ack. Yes, it was horribly written and horrible short and just horrible in general, wasn't it?? Dear God. And it took me somewhere around a month to write. A month, I tell you, a MONTH!!!! *deep breaths*
Well, anyways, REVIEW PLEASE!!!!
Much love and insanity,
-ladyknight
