Prophecy Fulfilled- The Six
By Lioness Alanna of Trebond
The Third and the Fourth
Tristan Marie Larse and Lady Allison of Queenscove
One last arrow whizzed through the air towards the two young women. They had believed that their Rider Group had taken out all of the enemy archers. The rest of the group had been given orders to ride on, while their commander and her best friend had stayed behind to make sure that none of their Riders were among the dead or injured. One of the two had also wanted to lay them properly to rest.
The arrow shot directly toward the smaller of the two. The brunette girl's back was to the arrow. Her hazel eyes were looking ahead of her, not behind. The other girl, the tall blond, saw the arrow just in time and pulled her friend out of harm's way. Then, she rolled and pulled out her own bow as she did. In the bat of an eye, she was on her feet again, and she had an arrow ready. She spotted the lone remaining archer, and she let her arrow fly. It hit the archer, who had not been watching her, dead on. They fell from the tree.
"Are you all right, Allie?" the blond girl asked. Her companion nodded.
"Thanks," Allison of Queenscove said. She brushed a stray lock of her shoulder-length hair out of her face. Her hazel eyes were filled with mischief, but she stood straight and looked determined.
'She looks almost royal, even when she's just come out of a damn battle,' Trista Larse thought to herself, staring at Allie in disbelief. Even though Trista was the commander of the Queen's Riders, she wasn't always what she appeared to be. She put on a brave face and tried to act like things didn't bother her, but she knew that she was just putting on a mask. She couldn't just act like nothing ever happened to her, the way that Allison could. Allie was carefree, outgoing, and bubbly. She got on some people's nerves, and she made plenty of enemies by always speaking her mind, no matter whether she was talking to King Liam or a thief. Trista, on the other hand, only spoke up when she needed to. She was a very commanding figure, despite her quietness. She worried about her friends, and those that she commanded, but when she was in danger Trista could always be trusted to take charge. Allie, on the other hand, did better taking orders from her friend.
"Well, I suppose we need to head back to Corus now, don't we?" Trista said. Allie nodded, and the two girls boarded their horses and headed off at a walk in the direction of the capital.
"Home for a ball," she muttered darkly.
"I always prefer being on patrol than being stuck in the palace," Trista admitted.
"Oh, I love the palace! I don't even really mind the balls, it's just that I...." she began, then trailed off.
"Don't like watching other girls swarm Jon?" Trista supplied. Allie nodded.
"They only like him because he's the prince!" she whined. Trista laughed. The two girls had always been close to the prince, and it still never failed to amuse Trista to think of all of the girls following Jonathan around at palace functions.
"I take it you're looking forward to seeing him," Trista replied.
"Oh, hush, you are too!" Allie said.
"I'm not the same," Trista said with a wicked grin, "I should think Jon will be much more eager to see you than he will be to see me."
"What are you talking about, you, Jon, and I are best friends!" Allie said.
"What about Leigh and Chandler?" Trista asked, thinking of Jon's squire and his mage friend.
"I can't stand them! Leigh is always so mean to me, and I don't understand it, I never did ANYTHING to her, and Chandler is the most arrogant, self-centered person I've ever met! He thinks he's so wonderful just because he's been studying to be a great mage! We're mages, too!" Allie said, letting a ball of green fire escape her fingertips just to prove her point. Trista nodded, following Allie's lead and shooting off a bit of her own yellow magic. Allie made a good point. Squire Leighlan of Masbolle (Leigh) had always been unfriendly towards Allison, and Chandler Salmalin was on the arrogant side.
"Jon's rather arrogant himself. He's always pretty darn sure of himself," Trista pointed out. Allie shrugged.
"I've never noticed," she said. Trista halfway believed her. She was stubborn, just like the prince was, and if she didn't want to see something, she wouldn't. Trista was going to say something else, but Allie didn't seem to be paying attention. She was lost in her thoughts. Trista could always tell when the noble girl was deep inside of herself, she had a certain look on her face that made it look almost as though she wasn't really there.
"Is Jon really arrogant?" Allie asked after a minute or two.
"You know it," Trista said with a wicked grin.
"I just don't see it," Allie said.
"Oh, come on, Al, just watch him sometime! At all of the balls, he hides somewhere because he says he doesn't want all of the attention, and he says he hates dancing, and then he always makes a point of going in and asking you to dance with him, no matter how many other guys want to dance with you, and he does it just to show the other guys that he's better, because he's the prince. He enjoys pissing them, and Leigh, and the other girls off! It has never occured to him that one of these days you might say no to him. He takes you for granted, Allison!" Trista said.
"He does not take me for granted. If anything, I take him for granted. I play hard to get sometimes, but it's not because I don't care about him, it's because I'm scared of getting hurt. I know he can do so much better than me, and I don't know why he doesn't show any interest in any of the other girls! They're all so beautiful and proper, and here I am, and it's just all so confusing to me! But why in the world would I want to say no to Jon? You know that I love him, and I think he does too," Allie explained.
"He does know, and he takes it for granted that you'll always love him. He loves you, too, Allie, but he's afraid to let you know because he's afraid that you'll want him to make a commitment, and he doesn't want that. So he just plays supid and pretends that he doesn't know you love him," Trista said.
"What makes you say that? I don't think he loves me," Allison said.
"He talked to me about it, Al. He loves you, he's just stupid!" Trista said.
"You really think that he meant it? Maybe he just made it up, you know, as some big joke or something," Allie said.
"Oh, stop being so stupid, Alz. Everyone knows it! Why do you think Leigh's so mean to you? She's jealous that Jon loves you and not her," Trista said.
"Leigh loves Jon?" Allie asked in disbelief.
"Goddess, you're just as stupid as Jonathan! He hasn't figured it out yet either," Trista said.
"Well, it's not very obvious," Allie said.
"Sure it is. You and Jon just don't want to see it," Trista said.
They were near Corus now, the gates were in their view. In the dying sun, Allie's was glowing. She seemed deep in thought again, and suddenly she turned to Trista.
"Trist, do you think he could fall for Leigh? I mean, she's so much like him, she's a wonderful warrior and she's brave, not to mention she's around him all the time when I'm gone! I mean, their bloody rooms are attached to each other!" Allie said. Trista laughed.
"Does Jon seem like he's interested in Leigh? At all?" Trista asked her.
"No, not really, but that could change, it's not a sure thing that he has no interest in her," Allie said.
"Allison?" Trista said in the fading light.
"Yes?" The noble girl responded.
"Shut. Up."
They entered the palace walls now. They dismounted from their horses and they groomed them. Then the two girls went to dress for the ball.
Coming Soon- Chapter 3-no more new characters.... I'll give you a break and let you see what goes on at the ball.... I can promise that Leigh isn't thrilled to see Allie.
By Lioness Alanna of Trebond
The Third and the Fourth
Tristan Marie Larse and Lady Allison of Queenscove
One last arrow whizzed through the air towards the two young women. They had believed that their Rider Group had taken out all of the enemy archers. The rest of the group had been given orders to ride on, while their commander and her best friend had stayed behind to make sure that none of their Riders were among the dead or injured. One of the two had also wanted to lay them properly to rest.
The arrow shot directly toward the smaller of the two. The brunette girl's back was to the arrow. Her hazel eyes were looking ahead of her, not behind. The other girl, the tall blond, saw the arrow just in time and pulled her friend out of harm's way. Then, she rolled and pulled out her own bow as she did. In the bat of an eye, she was on her feet again, and she had an arrow ready. She spotted the lone remaining archer, and she let her arrow fly. It hit the archer, who had not been watching her, dead on. They fell from the tree.
"Are you all right, Allie?" the blond girl asked. Her companion nodded.
"Thanks," Allison of Queenscove said. She brushed a stray lock of her shoulder-length hair out of her face. Her hazel eyes were filled with mischief, but she stood straight and looked determined.
'She looks almost royal, even when she's just come out of a damn battle,' Trista Larse thought to herself, staring at Allie in disbelief. Even though Trista was the commander of the Queen's Riders, she wasn't always what she appeared to be. She put on a brave face and tried to act like things didn't bother her, but she knew that she was just putting on a mask. She couldn't just act like nothing ever happened to her, the way that Allison could. Allie was carefree, outgoing, and bubbly. She got on some people's nerves, and she made plenty of enemies by always speaking her mind, no matter whether she was talking to King Liam or a thief. Trista, on the other hand, only spoke up when she needed to. She was a very commanding figure, despite her quietness. She worried about her friends, and those that she commanded, but when she was in danger Trista could always be trusted to take charge. Allie, on the other hand, did better taking orders from her friend.
"Well, I suppose we need to head back to Corus now, don't we?" Trista said. Allie nodded, and the two girls boarded their horses and headed off at a walk in the direction of the capital.
"Home for a ball," she muttered darkly.
"I always prefer being on patrol than being stuck in the palace," Trista admitted.
"Oh, I love the palace! I don't even really mind the balls, it's just that I...." she began, then trailed off.
"Don't like watching other girls swarm Jon?" Trista supplied. Allie nodded.
"They only like him because he's the prince!" she whined. Trista laughed. The two girls had always been close to the prince, and it still never failed to amuse Trista to think of all of the girls following Jonathan around at palace functions.
"I take it you're looking forward to seeing him," Trista replied.
"Oh, hush, you are too!" Allie said.
"I'm not the same," Trista said with a wicked grin, "I should think Jon will be much more eager to see you than he will be to see me."
"What are you talking about, you, Jon, and I are best friends!" Allie said.
"What about Leigh and Chandler?" Trista asked, thinking of Jon's squire and his mage friend.
"I can't stand them! Leigh is always so mean to me, and I don't understand it, I never did ANYTHING to her, and Chandler is the most arrogant, self-centered person I've ever met! He thinks he's so wonderful just because he's been studying to be a great mage! We're mages, too!" Allie said, letting a ball of green fire escape her fingertips just to prove her point. Trista nodded, following Allie's lead and shooting off a bit of her own yellow magic. Allie made a good point. Squire Leighlan of Masbolle (Leigh) had always been unfriendly towards Allison, and Chandler Salmalin was on the arrogant side.
"Jon's rather arrogant himself. He's always pretty darn sure of himself," Trista pointed out. Allie shrugged.
"I've never noticed," she said. Trista halfway believed her. She was stubborn, just like the prince was, and if she didn't want to see something, she wouldn't. Trista was going to say something else, but Allie didn't seem to be paying attention. She was lost in her thoughts. Trista could always tell when the noble girl was deep inside of herself, she had a certain look on her face that made it look almost as though she wasn't really there.
"Is Jon really arrogant?" Allie asked after a minute or two.
"You know it," Trista said with a wicked grin.
"I just don't see it," Allie said.
"Oh, come on, Al, just watch him sometime! At all of the balls, he hides somewhere because he says he doesn't want all of the attention, and he says he hates dancing, and then he always makes a point of going in and asking you to dance with him, no matter how many other guys want to dance with you, and he does it just to show the other guys that he's better, because he's the prince. He enjoys pissing them, and Leigh, and the other girls off! It has never occured to him that one of these days you might say no to him. He takes you for granted, Allison!" Trista said.
"He does not take me for granted. If anything, I take him for granted. I play hard to get sometimes, but it's not because I don't care about him, it's because I'm scared of getting hurt. I know he can do so much better than me, and I don't know why he doesn't show any interest in any of the other girls! They're all so beautiful and proper, and here I am, and it's just all so confusing to me! But why in the world would I want to say no to Jon? You know that I love him, and I think he does too," Allie explained.
"He does know, and he takes it for granted that you'll always love him. He loves you, too, Allie, but he's afraid to let you know because he's afraid that you'll want him to make a commitment, and he doesn't want that. So he just plays supid and pretends that he doesn't know you love him," Trista said.
"What makes you say that? I don't think he loves me," Allison said.
"He talked to me about it, Al. He loves you, he's just stupid!" Trista said.
"You really think that he meant it? Maybe he just made it up, you know, as some big joke or something," Allie said.
"Oh, stop being so stupid, Alz. Everyone knows it! Why do you think Leigh's so mean to you? She's jealous that Jon loves you and not her," Trista said.
"Leigh loves Jon?" Allie asked in disbelief.
"Goddess, you're just as stupid as Jonathan! He hasn't figured it out yet either," Trista said.
"Well, it's not very obvious," Allie said.
"Sure it is. You and Jon just don't want to see it," Trista said.
They were near Corus now, the gates were in their view. In the dying sun, Allie's was glowing. She seemed deep in thought again, and suddenly she turned to Trista.
"Trist, do you think he could fall for Leigh? I mean, she's so much like him, she's a wonderful warrior and she's brave, not to mention she's around him all the time when I'm gone! I mean, their bloody rooms are attached to each other!" Allie said. Trista laughed.
"Does Jon seem like he's interested in Leigh? At all?" Trista asked her.
"No, not really, but that could change, it's not a sure thing that he has no interest in her," Allie said.
"Allison?" Trista said in the fading light.
"Yes?" The noble girl responded.
"Shut. Up."
They entered the palace walls now. They dismounted from their horses and they groomed them. Then the two girls went to dress for the ball.
Coming Soon- Chapter 3-no more new characters.... I'll give you a break and let you see what goes on at the ball.... I can promise that Leigh isn't thrilled to see Allie.