Disclaimer: I do not own Tortall or anything related to it. I am using
these things without direct permission from the owner of them, Tamora
Pierce. Blah, blah, blah. You know the rest.
Authors Note: ^_^ Snowfire the Kitsune, thanks for bringing that to my attention. So this chapter is basically about her and her past. I hope you all like it!
Chapter One
Ashantei sighed, thankful to finally be finished with setting up a camp for her to sleep at that night. After lighting the fire, she sat on a nearby boulder and thought about her past.
Her father and her two older brothers were knights, while the youngest of the three brothers was going to train at the City of the Gods to become a mage. He was the one who had forged their parents' signature for her.
Ever since she first wielded her fathers' sword, she had promised herself that she would learn all she could about fighting. And so, that's when it all began.
Since the day she turned 7 years old, she had been practicing fighting. Her father had taught her everything from riding horses to swinging a sword when he was home, and on the rare occasion when he was away, visiting Shang Warriors taught her hand-to-hand combat. She was a fast learner and worked hard. She had done a little jousting now and then, too.
Years past, and her mothers etiquette rules became more and more strict, which gave her the need to get away more to practice her fighting skills. Soon enough, her mother had prohibited her the wear of breeches and tunic and told her only to wear a dress in her presence. What her mistake was was that she had said "in her presence". So, when her mother was away visiting a friend in town, Ashantei would wear her breeches and tunics. Her brothers found it amusing. Her father felt pride in her.
She was the youngest of four children, which could be an advantage or a disadvantage depending on how you looked at it. Sometimes Ashantei wished that she were a boy instead of a girl, complaining that it would be a lot easier. But then her father would convince her that maybe it was destiny.
She was very stubborn at times and had a hot temper, which she got from her mother. She usually didn't ever get angry, but when she did, it was as if the earth were shaking. Other than that, she was very patient, bold, headstrong, and determined. Her mother would usually say that no man would ever want to marry her if she didn't give up the 'nonsense' of fighting, but Ashantei didn't care about marriage. She just wanted to complete her dream of becoming a knight.
The sound of Twilights Glory squeal broke her out of her memories. She glanced behind her. Glory sensed something. Ashantei stood up and stared at her mare for any other signs, but after a while, Glory just resumed grazing.
Ashantei checked everything one more time before going into her tent and falling asleep to the lullaby of a wolf howling a song to the moon.
Authors Note: ^_^ Snowfire the Kitsune, thanks for bringing that to my attention. So this chapter is basically about her and her past. I hope you all like it!
Chapter One
Ashantei sighed, thankful to finally be finished with setting up a camp for her to sleep at that night. After lighting the fire, she sat on a nearby boulder and thought about her past.
Her father and her two older brothers were knights, while the youngest of the three brothers was going to train at the City of the Gods to become a mage. He was the one who had forged their parents' signature for her.
Ever since she first wielded her fathers' sword, she had promised herself that she would learn all she could about fighting. And so, that's when it all began.
Since the day she turned 7 years old, she had been practicing fighting. Her father had taught her everything from riding horses to swinging a sword when he was home, and on the rare occasion when he was away, visiting Shang Warriors taught her hand-to-hand combat. She was a fast learner and worked hard. She had done a little jousting now and then, too.
Years past, and her mothers etiquette rules became more and more strict, which gave her the need to get away more to practice her fighting skills. Soon enough, her mother had prohibited her the wear of breeches and tunic and told her only to wear a dress in her presence. What her mistake was was that she had said "in her presence". So, when her mother was away visiting a friend in town, Ashantei would wear her breeches and tunics. Her brothers found it amusing. Her father felt pride in her.
She was the youngest of four children, which could be an advantage or a disadvantage depending on how you looked at it. Sometimes Ashantei wished that she were a boy instead of a girl, complaining that it would be a lot easier. But then her father would convince her that maybe it was destiny.
She was very stubborn at times and had a hot temper, which she got from her mother. She usually didn't ever get angry, but when she did, it was as if the earth were shaking. Other than that, she was very patient, bold, headstrong, and determined. Her mother would usually say that no man would ever want to marry her if she didn't give up the 'nonsense' of fighting, but Ashantei didn't care about marriage. She just wanted to complete her dream of becoming a knight.
The sound of Twilights Glory squeal broke her out of her memories. She glanced behind her. Glory sensed something. Ashantei stood up and stared at her mare for any other signs, but after a while, Glory just resumed grazing.
Ashantei checked everything one more time before going into her tent and falling asleep to the lullaby of a wolf howling a song to the moon.