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Faelyn…
Okay, she sighed as she looked out onto the empty field. I know I saw him! She cursed under her breath and glared at the flattened stalks of wheat. Now I'm out here, soaking wet, and no one in sight. Great. Just great.
Sighing, Faelyn got up from her position on the ground. She rung the water out of her blonde hair, wishing it weren't quite so long. She shivered as the wet mass of hair that hung down to her waist thumped her back as she ran.
Easily, she vaulted onto the pony that was hidden in the dense forest. She was glad that for once a farmer had put his field on the edge of a forest. The pony snorted dismally, not happy that he had been left in the rain for so long.
"Sorry, friend." Fae whispered to the pony, "I can't predict the weather." She nudged the pony into a jouncing trot, and she heard its hooves squishing through the fallen leaves.
After a long while of riding, she reached the town that she had stayed in that night. It was small, but pleasant. Drelton was on the River Drell, and very close to the Gallan border. Fae groaned as the small pony splashed through a puddle, soaking her.
When she reached The Red Griffin, she shoved the reins of the pony into a miserable into the hands of a miserable looking stable boy. "Have a coin," she said, chucking it at him. He caught it mid air, as he had done the other times that he had taken her pony. "Give Friend a warm mash, and rub him down well, I need him tomorrow."
"Thank ye, Miss." The boy said. Fae was already inside, storming toward the fire. She had made a reputation in this town as a fiery warrior maiden who always got her way. Always. The innkeeper brought her a mug of ale and a loaf of bread. Hungrily, Fae tore into it, reaping the appalled stares that came her way.
The more people who saw her in this persona, the better. Her prey would be looking for the quiet, demure girl that had betrayed him in the last town.
"Would you like another cup of ale, madam?" The innkeeper ventured a smile, and she snatched the mug away from him.
"Good ale," she grunted, chugging down the sour stuff in a gulp. After one last mug, she stomped up the stairs to her room. She needed her rest before her ride to Corus in the morning. Soon, she drifted off to sleep, sprawled across the hay filled mattress, snoring slightly.
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The first light woke her, and she was out of bed in an instant. She stretched and walked downstairs. "Cider!" she cried to the innkeeper. Her hurried over to her, bearing the mug of steaming liquid that she loved.
She stuffed a breakfast cake in her mouth, and accepted a packet of journey bread before she was out the door. "Thank you!" Fae called as she rushed out the door. The stable boy from the night before looked sleepy, but her held Friend for her. The pony was tacked and ready to go.
"Here, good job, boy." She dropped a small purse of gold coins into his hand and jumped onto Friend. The boy looked up, startled, but she was riding down the streets of Drelton.
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A few days, and personalities, later, Faelyn arrived in Corus, riding an exhausted Friend. She wove through the crowded streets, assuming the hardened warrior guise. "Out of my way! Now! Important message for the King!" She pushed the people out of the way as she led Friend through the teeming alleys.
She knew all of the back alleys; she had since she was ten and had first came to know the cruel life that the streets had to offer. As she burst out of a shadowed alleyway, she pulled Friend into a boy around her age.
"Hey!" He cried as he fell onto the street.
"Shut up," she growled at him, starting to walk away. Friend looked utterly puzzled at what had just hit him.
"You there! Girl! You're just going to let me lie here in the dirt?" Fae turned back to the boy and shrugged.
"Suit yourself, Thom." Fae laughed and kept on walking. He got up easily and walked beside her all the way to the palace.
"You have…information for Sir Myles?" Thom asked her.
"Yes," Fae replied shortly, not wanting to talk about him in the streets. She glanced at Thom, who was very conspicuous with his bright red hair, and grinned; he had been her best friend for more years than she could remember.
"I'll walk you to his quarters." Thom smiled slightly at her, knowing how much she hated to be shown anything, choosing to find out herself.
"No that's okay. I'll find it myself." She replied, frowning. She could find her own way; she was not some prissy court lady!
"No you won't." Fae checked Thom with her small gift, and saw that he wasn't lying.
"Fine. Don't tell anyone." She rounded on him, hearing him laugh. "What're you laughing at, lowly squire?"
"You…" he gasped. "So-damn-independent- you…" more laughter, " you don't- even- know when- to ask for- help!" Thom leaned on Friend.
"Shut up." She growled, her cheeks flushing red. Fae handed Friend over to a stable boy, and continued walking toward Sir Myles's rooms.
"Faelyn," Myles said when she got there. "You have news on him?"
"No, I don't," Fae said softly, indicating with her hands that she did. "May I come in to tell you about my failure?"
"Of course, Faelyn." Myles stepped out of the doorway and beckoned Thom in, too. "Thom, I'm afraid I have some sad news for you."
"What?" Thom asked, his eyes indicating fear. Faelyn watched in sympathy.
"Sit down." Myles closed the heavy wooden door once Thom sat down in an overstuffed chair by the crackling fire. "Thom, Lady Coralline was killed today, riding home from Pirate's Swoop."
"How?" Thom asked quietly, not really caring for the answer.
"Bandits. They attacked her party at dawn, striking with a force that outnumbered her guards two to one, according to the account." Myles patted Thom's shoulder gently. "I'm sorry, son."
Fae watched with compassion, knowing how it felt to lose a loved one. As one of the youngest Royal Spies ever, she knew early in life what it was like to lose a friend. He had killed her blood brother Shane. Of course, he had died after being tortured. Fae had found his body along one of her routes.
"I'm sorry Thom." She said softly, and went to hug him. He hugged her so tightly it surprised her.
"Thank you, Fae." He said, sniffling.
"Now, Faelyn, what is your news?" Myles sat across from her, behind a large desk.
"I know who he is."
"Who is he? Write it down." Myles pushed a sheet of parchment across the table to her, along with a quill.
He is the man called Chevron, she wrote. He is from Scanra. He is the head of the group that killed Lady Coralline. He has the Gift, although he has perverted it. He was once assistant to Blayce, but now he roams throughout Tortall, wreaking havoc.
"Thank you, Faelyn." Myles said softly. "You have given us valuable information." He smiled at her. "Please, escort Thom to his rooms and let him grieve."
"Yes sir." Fae said. She took Thom's limp hand and led him out of Sir Myles's rooms.
"Thank you, Fae." Thom said listlessly.
"Come now, you'll live." Fae wiped some of the tears off of his cheeks and opened the door to his room. "Sit and cry some, it'll do you good." She made him sit on the bed. She was surprised when he asked her to stay.
"Fae, I need a friend to help me. Will you stay with me?" Thom looked lost, like a little child in the big fair at Cría.
"Yes, Thom, I will." Fae sat down on the bed and felt his tears wetting her shoulder. She almost hated herself for seeing now just what a nice person that he was. She hated herself for wishing now that they were something more, something more than just friends.
Suddenly, his arms were around her, and he was looking up at her with tear filled eyes. "Will you stay with me forever, Faelyn?"
She was caught off guard by his question. "Y-Yes, yes I will." Suddenly Thom didn't look so lost anymore. He kissed her gently, but quickly.
They smiled secretly at each other, and now Thom held Fae in his arms, as they snuggled together. Fae knew, for all that her birth family was dead; she had a home with Thom.
§§§
Two years later, the Scanran spy Chevron NicWather was apprehended as he attacked a party of traveling knights. Sir Thom, the youngest knight in the party, had only been recently knighted, so this was his first actual battle as a knight.
Lady Faelyn of Mercer was responsible for Chevron NicWather's presentation to the King Jonathon and the Queen Thayet. She was rewarded with the duchy of Mercer, and its surrounding lands.
Six months after the apprehension and execution of Chevron NicWather the Spy, Lady Faelyn and Sir Thom of Pirate's Swoop and Olau were married. Lady Faelyn retired from the Royal Spies after she was injured trying to end a duel between two noblemen.
So ends the account of Lady Faelyn of Mercer, as written by her granddaughter, Shadeth of Mercer.
A/N: I have a couple more...so I'll put them up when I write them. But for now, enjoy this one.
(Next up is Kristiana of Pearlmouth...also know as the anonymous geek.)
EvenSong...
Faelyn…
Okay, she sighed as she looked out onto the empty field. I know I saw him! She cursed under her breath and glared at the flattened stalks of wheat. Now I'm out here, soaking wet, and no one in sight. Great. Just great.
Sighing, Faelyn got up from her position on the ground. She rung the water out of her blonde hair, wishing it weren't quite so long. She shivered as the wet mass of hair that hung down to her waist thumped her back as she ran.
Easily, she vaulted onto the pony that was hidden in the dense forest. She was glad that for once a farmer had put his field on the edge of a forest. The pony snorted dismally, not happy that he had been left in the rain for so long.
"Sorry, friend." Fae whispered to the pony, "I can't predict the weather." She nudged the pony into a jouncing trot, and she heard its hooves squishing through the fallen leaves.
After a long while of riding, she reached the town that she had stayed in that night. It was small, but pleasant. Drelton was on the River Drell, and very close to the Gallan border. Fae groaned as the small pony splashed through a puddle, soaking her.
When she reached The Red Griffin, she shoved the reins of the pony into a miserable into the hands of a miserable looking stable boy. "Have a coin," she said, chucking it at him. He caught it mid air, as he had done the other times that he had taken her pony. "Give Friend a warm mash, and rub him down well, I need him tomorrow."
"Thank ye, Miss." The boy said. Fae was already inside, storming toward the fire. She had made a reputation in this town as a fiery warrior maiden who always got her way. Always. The innkeeper brought her a mug of ale and a loaf of bread. Hungrily, Fae tore into it, reaping the appalled stares that came her way.
The more people who saw her in this persona, the better. Her prey would be looking for the quiet, demure girl that had betrayed him in the last town.
"Would you like another cup of ale, madam?" The innkeeper ventured a smile, and she snatched the mug away from him.
"Good ale," she grunted, chugging down the sour stuff in a gulp. After one last mug, she stomped up the stairs to her room. She needed her rest before her ride to Corus in the morning. Soon, she drifted off to sleep, sprawled across the hay filled mattress, snoring slightly.
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The first light woke her, and she was out of bed in an instant. She stretched and walked downstairs. "Cider!" she cried to the innkeeper. Her hurried over to her, bearing the mug of steaming liquid that she loved.
She stuffed a breakfast cake in her mouth, and accepted a packet of journey bread before she was out the door. "Thank you!" Fae called as she rushed out the door. The stable boy from the night before looked sleepy, but her held Friend for her. The pony was tacked and ready to go.
"Here, good job, boy." She dropped a small purse of gold coins into his hand and jumped onto Friend. The boy looked up, startled, but she was riding down the streets of Drelton.
---
A few days, and personalities, later, Faelyn arrived in Corus, riding an exhausted Friend. She wove through the crowded streets, assuming the hardened warrior guise. "Out of my way! Now! Important message for the King!" She pushed the people out of the way as she led Friend through the teeming alleys.
She knew all of the back alleys; she had since she was ten and had first came to know the cruel life that the streets had to offer. As she burst out of a shadowed alleyway, she pulled Friend into a boy around her age.
"Hey!" He cried as he fell onto the street.
"Shut up," she growled at him, starting to walk away. Friend looked utterly puzzled at what had just hit him.
"You there! Girl! You're just going to let me lie here in the dirt?" Fae turned back to the boy and shrugged.
"Suit yourself, Thom." Fae laughed and kept on walking. He got up easily and walked beside her all the way to the palace.
"You have…information for Sir Myles?" Thom asked her.
"Yes," Fae replied shortly, not wanting to talk about him in the streets. She glanced at Thom, who was very conspicuous with his bright red hair, and grinned; he had been her best friend for more years than she could remember.
"I'll walk you to his quarters." Thom smiled slightly at her, knowing how much she hated to be shown anything, choosing to find out herself.
"No that's okay. I'll find it myself." She replied, frowning. She could find her own way; she was not some prissy court lady!
"No you won't." Fae checked Thom with her small gift, and saw that he wasn't lying.
"Fine. Don't tell anyone." She rounded on him, hearing him laugh. "What're you laughing at, lowly squire?"
"You…" he gasped. "So-damn-independent- you…" more laughter, " you don't- even- know when- to ask for- help!" Thom leaned on Friend.
"Shut up." She growled, her cheeks flushing red. Fae handed Friend over to a stable boy, and continued walking toward Sir Myles's rooms.
"Faelyn," Myles said when she got there. "You have news on him?"
"No, I don't," Fae said softly, indicating with her hands that she did. "May I come in to tell you about my failure?"
"Of course, Faelyn." Myles stepped out of the doorway and beckoned Thom in, too. "Thom, I'm afraid I have some sad news for you."
"What?" Thom asked, his eyes indicating fear. Faelyn watched in sympathy.
"Sit down." Myles closed the heavy wooden door once Thom sat down in an overstuffed chair by the crackling fire. "Thom, Lady Coralline was killed today, riding home from Pirate's Swoop."
"How?" Thom asked quietly, not really caring for the answer.
"Bandits. They attacked her party at dawn, striking with a force that outnumbered her guards two to one, according to the account." Myles patted Thom's shoulder gently. "I'm sorry, son."
Fae watched with compassion, knowing how it felt to lose a loved one. As one of the youngest Royal Spies ever, she knew early in life what it was like to lose a friend. He had killed her blood brother Shane. Of course, he had died after being tortured. Fae had found his body along one of her routes.
"I'm sorry Thom." She said softly, and went to hug him. He hugged her so tightly it surprised her.
"Thank you, Fae." He said, sniffling.
"Now, Faelyn, what is your news?" Myles sat across from her, behind a large desk.
"I know who he is."
"Who is he? Write it down." Myles pushed a sheet of parchment across the table to her, along with a quill.
He is the man called Chevron, she wrote. He is from Scanra. He is the head of the group that killed Lady Coralline. He has the Gift, although he has perverted it. He was once assistant to Blayce, but now he roams throughout Tortall, wreaking havoc.
"Thank you, Faelyn." Myles said softly. "You have given us valuable information." He smiled at her. "Please, escort Thom to his rooms and let him grieve."
"Yes sir." Fae said. She took Thom's limp hand and led him out of Sir Myles's rooms.
"Thank you, Fae." Thom said listlessly.
"Come now, you'll live." Fae wiped some of the tears off of his cheeks and opened the door to his room. "Sit and cry some, it'll do you good." She made him sit on the bed. She was surprised when he asked her to stay.
"Fae, I need a friend to help me. Will you stay with me?" Thom looked lost, like a little child in the big fair at Cría.
"Yes, Thom, I will." Fae sat down on the bed and felt his tears wetting her shoulder. She almost hated herself for seeing now just what a nice person that he was. She hated herself for wishing now that they were something more, something more than just friends.
Suddenly, his arms were around her, and he was looking up at her with tear filled eyes. "Will you stay with me forever, Faelyn?"
She was caught off guard by his question. "Y-Yes, yes I will." Suddenly Thom didn't look so lost anymore. He kissed her gently, but quickly.
They smiled secretly at each other, and now Thom held Fae in his arms, as they snuggled together. Fae knew, for all that her birth family was dead; she had a home with Thom.
§§§
Two years later, the Scanran spy Chevron NicWather was apprehended as he attacked a party of traveling knights. Sir Thom, the youngest knight in the party, had only been recently knighted, so this was his first actual battle as a knight.
Lady Faelyn of Mercer was responsible for Chevron NicWather's presentation to the King Jonathon and the Queen Thayet. She was rewarded with the duchy of Mercer, and its surrounding lands.
Six months after the apprehension and execution of Chevron NicWather the Spy, Lady Faelyn and Sir Thom of Pirate's Swoop and Olau were married. Lady Faelyn retired from the Royal Spies after she was injured trying to end a duel between two noblemen.
So ends the account of Lady Faelyn of Mercer, as written by her granddaughter, Shadeth of Mercer.
A/N: I have a couple more...so I'll put them up when I write them. But for now, enjoy this one.
(Next up is Kristiana of Pearlmouth...also know as the anonymous geek.)
EvenSong...