Author's note:
I am SO sorry I haven't updated before this, but my internet modem broke down. My dad didn't get a new one until just a week ago and it's taken him a week to getting around to installing it. I have been gone all week so I couldn't bug into doing it because I was at S.O.A.R. (Sold Out And Radical for Christ), a Baptist youth convention. Please don't be mad! I really have been writing so you've got some new stuff to read now!
Author's thanks to the reviewers:
Kry Angel- Thanks for your review! Don't worry, I read your story and left my thoughts in a review!
Alexa- Hmmm. punctuation and spelling. I try to make all of it correct but sometimes it just slips by. Maybe you could tell me some places you really noticed? Some of the places got screwed up when I transferred it from Microsoft Word so I can't help that.
Warrior of Avalon- Lol, I do tend to slack off occasionally but normally it's because I can't help it.
D.S. Moony- I've hopes that it will be. ^.^ Of course. I don't know of a single writer who hopes their story won't be a success.
Daydream- Thanks for specifying what you liked! I love your story Aria's Melody!
Silver Arrow- I dunno about you but it gets a little tiring of reading about stories that are always around Ella and Char. I thought I'd make mine center around two other characters just to see how people reacted! Not that I don't like a lot of the stories that center around Ella and Char.^.^ (Sorry, I just love that little face)
To All Reviewers: Thanks for your reviews, let me know what you think of this chapter!
Chapter 2
Time passed by, with Blaine becoming more of a survivor than even she could have foreseen, and Kyrria's war with Ayortha beginning. Kyrrians and Ayorthians alike fought fiercely, nearly destroying the other's country in the few months it was fought. Soon, neither country could carry on any longer. The reason for the war was lost; few could remember why it started. But of these few people, Blaine was one. Her state, of which her family had once been lord of, was the closest to Ayortha. Ayortha's invasion of Kyrria was still fresh on her mind. All she knew was that she'd never forget the Ayorthian warrior, who had murdered her family. Forever she would hate the Ayorthian race.
But all wars have an end, and this one's end was closer than many had anticipated. After only five months of bloodthirsty war, Kyrria conquered its invaders. Kyrria rid itself of all Ayorthian people. And immediately after Ayortha's surrender, forbid the country of Ayortha to claim any foreign land. Kyrria's victory, however, ensured that all of Ayortha's weapons of destruction were given to Kyrria.
Both countries were suffering greatly from the war, and they pleaded for new leadership, as they plunged deeper and deeper into depression. Food was scarce in both countries, and the soil was too dry for crops to grow. The economy worsened, people lost jobs; times were bad.
Then Rownyn was but a year away from being king and the people were growing restless with hope. Perhaps it was the faith in youth, or maybe it was his personality likeness to his great-great-grandfather Charmont, that restored their spirits. Rownyn however, was not as eager to become king as one might think.
* * *
Wind rushed by, the thrill of his speed pulsed through his young veins. Rownyn's strong hands held his mount firmly in control, his blade hung at his side. Soon however, before he could get far away, he could hear the calls of his ever-faithful protector. As the coronation ceremony was not far away, Rownyn was ordered a protector, whether he wanted one or not. It wasn't that he didn't like Jarchette; he just hated to think that he needed to be.well.protected. He could take care of himself couldn't he? He was a skilled swordsman and horseman after all. Anger lurked somewhere in the depths of his gray eyes, and he brushed aside his silky black hair, which he inherited from his father.
Thundering up behind him came Jarchette. Jarchette's stocky build was sitting comfortably in the saddle, his blonde hair windblown slightly. Milky brown eyes gazed coolly at Rownyn from behind his knight's armor. Jarchette wasn't easily ruffled.
"Highness, we should be heading back to the castle should we not?"
The look Jarchette gave him obviously told him that he did NOT approve of Rownyn running away from his daily afternoon lessons. But he knew that Jarchette would keep quiet about his exploits, he always did. Swordsmanship was the only thing worth learning anyways.
Rownyn smiled deviously and urged his horse forward, ignoring Jarchette's obvious disapproval. He simply couldn't resist the urge to explore this new wood he'd found. Rownyn, with Jarchette not far behind him, crept stealthily forward. Both were alert for any odd sound or movement. The damp coolness of the wood greeted them, followed by the comforting smell of wood. Rownyn's ears caught the sound of a strong river, though he couldn't guess where it'd come from. As far as he knew, there was no river in the fields behind his castle.
He beckoned for Jarchette to follow him, his curiosity mounting with each step they took towards this mysterious brook. Suddenly they reached a clearing, and in front of them was a medium sized river. It babbled happily along, its clear waters showing smooth rocks at the bottom. Jarchette and Rownyn passed each other a puzzled look.
Then breaking the silence was Rownyn's mother's shrill voice.
"Rownyn! I better not catch you skipping lessons again!"
He cringed visibly; didn't she have better, more important things to do than to make sure he attended his lessons? Shaking his head in annoyance he turned back towards the castle. Jarchette had time to give him only one triumphant look before Rownyn raced back at a gallop to the castle, and his boring lessons.
* * *
Blaine entered the small pub. The rank smell of whisky and cigar smoke filled her nose and caused her to cough. Nothing like coming back to a building filled with drunken men after a long day. Tiredly she sank down at the bar and signaled the bartender for a drink. Glancing around she looked for anyone knew, but to her trained eye, there was none other than the usual idiots.
The bartender plunked down a rather large tankard of beer in front of her and eyed her suspiciously. Some might think this rather odd, but Blaine knew different. He always looked at everyone suspiciously; it was creepy when a man about fifty years old with many missing teeth and many gold ones eyed you. But Blaine was used to it but now. Unblinkingly she laid some coins down on the counter and slid them forward with her hand over them. She always enjoyed the small plunk and scraping sound they made over the rough bar.
After the bartender left with his hands clutching the money she'd given him Blaine twisted around on her little wooden stool, and ignored all the appreciative glances given her way. She'd grown used to many aspects of a thief's life. The long, brown, wool overcoat with hood no longer bothered her, nor did the black pants and shirt feel strange anymore. She was accustomed to it all. Finally she tilted her tankard up once more, downed the last of the whiskey, and stood wiping her mouth.
Striding out the door as if she owned the place there was no fear in her eyes. No one messed with her anymore; she'd earned her place among the den of thieves. Steel had entered her heart the day her family died and she had no intention of letting anyone else enter it. She'd been hurt once, it wouldn't, couldn't, happen again.
After leaving the filthy pub Blaine took a deep breath of fresh air, and started towards the forest that bordered the small village. She didn't stop when she reached the edge, but walked on. Leaves crunched beneath her feet as she slowly ambled on towards a cave just inside the boundaries of the wood. Upon entering it she sat on the floor and curled up into a small ball. Occasionally it got lonely here at night.
* * *
The first rays of morning stirred Blaine awake from her deep sleep. Months before she'd taken on the routine of clearing her mind before sleep, so as not to have the nightmares she was prone to. Stumbling awake she brushed the leaves and dirt out of her braid and threw on her coat. Then she froze; a sound greeted her ears that wasn't part of the normal routine.
* * *
A/N: Ok, currently I'm having a chronic writer's block. I need your opinions! I'm torn as to what should happen now. Such as, what the mysterious noise could be. Give me your ideas or opinions in a review!
I am SO sorry I haven't updated before this, but my internet modem broke down. My dad didn't get a new one until just a week ago and it's taken him a week to getting around to installing it. I have been gone all week so I couldn't bug into doing it because I was at S.O.A.R. (Sold Out And Radical for Christ), a Baptist youth convention. Please don't be mad! I really have been writing so you've got some new stuff to read now!
Author's thanks to the reviewers:
Kry Angel- Thanks for your review! Don't worry, I read your story and left my thoughts in a review!
Alexa- Hmmm. punctuation and spelling. I try to make all of it correct but sometimes it just slips by. Maybe you could tell me some places you really noticed? Some of the places got screwed up when I transferred it from Microsoft Word so I can't help that.
Warrior of Avalon- Lol, I do tend to slack off occasionally but normally it's because I can't help it.
D.S. Moony- I've hopes that it will be. ^.^ Of course. I don't know of a single writer who hopes their story won't be a success.
Daydream- Thanks for specifying what you liked! I love your story Aria's Melody!
Silver Arrow- I dunno about you but it gets a little tiring of reading about stories that are always around Ella and Char. I thought I'd make mine center around two other characters just to see how people reacted! Not that I don't like a lot of the stories that center around Ella and Char.^.^ (Sorry, I just love that little face)
To All Reviewers: Thanks for your reviews, let me know what you think of this chapter!
Chapter 2
Time passed by, with Blaine becoming more of a survivor than even she could have foreseen, and Kyrria's war with Ayortha beginning. Kyrrians and Ayorthians alike fought fiercely, nearly destroying the other's country in the few months it was fought. Soon, neither country could carry on any longer. The reason for the war was lost; few could remember why it started. But of these few people, Blaine was one. Her state, of which her family had once been lord of, was the closest to Ayortha. Ayortha's invasion of Kyrria was still fresh on her mind. All she knew was that she'd never forget the Ayorthian warrior, who had murdered her family. Forever she would hate the Ayorthian race.
But all wars have an end, and this one's end was closer than many had anticipated. After only five months of bloodthirsty war, Kyrria conquered its invaders. Kyrria rid itself of all Ayorthian people. And immediately after Ayortha's surrender, forbid the country of Ayortha to claim any foreign land. Kyrria's victory, however, ensured that all of Ayortha's weapons of destruction were given to Kyrria.
Both countries were suffering greatly from the war, and they pleaded for new leadership, as they plunged deeper and deeper into depression. Food was scarce in both countries, and the soil was too dry for crops to grow. The economy worsened, people lost jobs; times were bad.
Then Rownyn was but a year away from being king and the people were growing restless with hope. Perhaps it was the faith in youth, or maybe it was his personality likeness to his great-great-grandfather Charmont, that restored their spirits. Rownyn however, was not as eager to become king as one might think.
* * *
Wind rushed by, the thrill of his speed pulsed through his young veins. Rownyn's strong hands held his mount firmly in control, his blade hung at his side. Soon however, before he could get far away, he could hear the calls of his ever-faithful protector. As the coronation ceremony was not far away, Rownyn was ordered a protector, whether he wanted one or not. It wasn't that he didn't like Jarchette; he just hated to think that he needed to be.well.protected. He could take care of himself couldn't he? He was a skilled swordsman and horseman after all. Anger lurked somewhere in the depths of his gray eyes, and he brushed aside his silky black hair, which he inherited from his father.
Thundering up behind him came Jarchette. Jarchette's stocky build was sitting comfortably in the saddle, his blonde hair windblown slightly. Milky brown eyes gazed coolly at Rownyn from behind his knight's armor. Jarchette wasn't easily ruffled.
"Highness, we should be heading back to the castle should we not?"
The look Jarchette gave him obviously told him that he did NOT approve of Rownyn running away from his daily afternoon lessons. But he knew that Jarchette would keep quiet about his exploits, he always did. Swordsmanship was the only thing worth learning anyways.
Rownyn smiled deviously and urged his horse forward, ignoring Jarchette's obvious disapproval. He simply couldn't resist the urge to explore this new wood he'd found. Rownyn, with Jarchette not far behind him, crept stealthily forward. Both were alert for any odd sound or movement. The damp coolness of the wood greeted them, followed by the comforting smell of wood. Rownyn's ears caught the sound of a strong river, though he couldn't guess where it'd come from. As far as he knew, there was no river in the fields behind his castle.
He beckoned for Jarchette to follow him, his curiosity mounting with each step they took towards this mysterious brook. Suddenly they reached a clearing, and in front of them was a medium sized river. It babbled happily along, its clear waters showing smooth rocks at the bottom. Jarchette and Rownyn passed each other a puzzled look.
Then breaking the silence was Rownyn's mother's shrill voice.
"Rownyn! I better not catch you skipping lessons again!"
He cringed visibly; didn't she have better, more important things to do than to make sure he attended his lessons? Shaking his head in annoyance he turned back towards the castle. Jarchette had time to give him only one triumphant look before Rownyn raced back at a gallop to the castle, and his boring lessons.
* * *
Blaine entered the small pub. The rank smell of whisky and cigar smoke filled her nose and caused her to cough. Nothing like coming back to a building filled with drunken men after a long day. Tiredly she sank down at the bar and signaled the bartender for a drink. Glancing around she looked for anyone knew, but to her trained eye, there was none other than the usual idiots.
The bartender plunked down a rather large tankard of beer in front of her and eyed her suspiciously. Some might think this rather odd, but Blaine knew different. He always looked at everyone suspiciously; it was creepy when a man about fifty years old with many missing teeth and many gold ones eyed you. But Blaine was used to it but now. Unblinkingly she laid some coins down on the counter and slid them forward with her hand over them. She always enjoyed the small plunk and scraping sound they made over the rough bar.
After the bartender left with his hands clutching the money she'd given him Blaine twisted around on her little wooden stool, and ignored all the appreciative glances given her way. She'd grown used to many aspects of a thief's life. The long, brown, wool overcoat with hood no longer bothered her, nor did the black pants and shirt feel strange anymore. She was accustomed to it all. Finally she tilted her tankard up once more, downed the last of the whiskey, and stood wiping her mouth.
Striding out the door as if she owned the place there was no fear in her eyes. No one messed with her anymore; she'd earned her place among the den of thieves. Steel had entered her heart the day her family died and she had no intention of letting anyone else enter it. She'd been hurt once, it wouldn't, couldn't, happen again.
After leaving the filthy pub Blaine took a deep breath of fresh air, and started towards the forest that bordered the small village. She didn't stop when she reached the edge, but walked on. Leaves crunched beneath her feet as she slowly ambled on towards a cave just inside the boundaries of the wood. Upon entering it she sat on the floor and curled up into a small ball. Occasionally it got lonely here at night.
* * *
The first rays of morning stirred Blaine awake from her deep sleep. Months before she'd taken on the routine of clearing her mind before sleep, so as not to have the nightmares she was prone to. Stumbling awake she brushed the leaves and dirt out of her braid and threw on her coat. Then she froze; a sound greeted her ears that wasn't part of the normal routine.
* * *
A/N: Ok, currently I'm having a chronic writer's block. I need your opinions! I'm torn as to what should happen now. Such as, what the mysterious noise could be. Give me your ideas or opinions in a review!