Lady of the Fairies
by Keruseyu
Chapter 3
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Keru-chan says: Yo yo yo! I'm gonna write am much as I can! So quit gripin' about chappie 3! Well, today was the first day of my second week of school! It wasn't too bad, my friend's mom was our math/science sub. My language arts teach is the best! She's so patient! This year we're going to study Africa. Yay! Social Studies rocks, though I prefer HISTORY. History, I think, is entirely different from Social Studies. History is what happened in the country before. Social Studies is just about the country nowadays. I really do prefer history. My fav topics are World War 2, the Civil War, and the Mississipi river. I once watched a 4-hour documentary on it. It was really interesting. It covered the Civil war, too! ^.^! My birthday is August 13th! Woohoo! My Grandama got me an Inuyasha PS2 game and the Zoo Tycoon Double Marine Mania and Dino Digs Expansion pack! Of course, I won't get em' till my actual birthday, which, when I'm writing this, is tommorrow!!!! Of course, by the time I finish this chappie, it'll probably be three days past, but if I type REALLY fast, I might be able to get through!!!!
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Kira slowly opened her eyes, finding herself placed upon a flannel blanket. A brown-haired man slept sitting up, looking extremely tired. Kira's eyes fell opon his face. A brief flash of recognition showed in her mind.
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A younger version of him was walking with her down a stone corridor. He was saying something. "Yessir," She replied. "Don't call me sir." "Yessir." He halted. "Was that meant to be funny?" He inquired dryly. "Nossir."
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Staring at him, she could only think of one word. Nealan.
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Neal stirred. Someone was staring at him... But he was alone, wasn't he? No... There was a girl... He sat up, finding the girl awake. She had started when he opened his eyes.
The air was tense. Her eyes were sure as she whispered, "Nealan..."
It was his turn to stare. "How the hell do you know my name?"
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Nealan spooned down rabbit stew from a bowl, eyeing the girl across from him.
"So you're name's Kira?"
"Yes," she replied, rather timidly. "And yours is Nealan." "Neal." he corrected. "Call me Neal." She smiled. "Okay... Neal."
From the time she had woken up, they had returned to her landing place, collected her bag, and shot and skinned two small rabbits. Neal had also let her bandage her back, and both had changed clothes.
Over their meal they had talked to the point where Neal and Kira knew each other a bit more.
"Kira, how did you know my name?" Kira huffed, annoyed. "I told you, silly. I don't know." Neal rolled his eyes, wondering whether she was lying. But, no. His instincts told him she wasn't, but he was still suspicious.
"Huh? What?" Kira glared at the obviously spacing man. "I said, where do you come from?" Neal shrugged. "I live in the palace of King Jonathan of Tortall. But I was born in Fief Queenscove. And you?" "Um.... um..." Flustered and nervous, she said the first thing that came to mind. "Mikia!"
Neal frowned. Mikia? Where was that? But before he could ask, Kira answered. "It's really far off. Somewhere around the Roof of the World." Kira named the farthest place from Tortall she could think of, hoping that she had remembered the name correctly from her studies. Neal stared, astonished. "You're from there? That's so far away." He grinned. "I bet its cold up there." Kira faked a shiver, pretending she knew what he was talking about. "Gods, it's not cold, it's FREEZING!!" She guessed. Her human studies were limited; she knew nothing but the names of countries.
Neal only smiled, not letting her know if she had guessed correctly. Finishing off his stew, he stood to wash his bowl in the stream, Kira following.
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Two days later, Kira was riding the pack horse, Neal Magewhisper. She sat quietly behind them, rubbing the animal gently. Every now-and-then, the absorbed Neal would ask her a question. "How old are you?" Kira thought a moment. "22, I think." "You think?" Kira nodded. "When I was ten, my parents died because raiders attacked. I fended for myself for a few years. It's practically always snowing in the Roof, and I couldn't really tell how much time I spent. I was rescued, though, by some nice people. Then I got sent away to bossy people." Kira lied. It was only a half-lie; the last two sentances were true as could be.
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I'm sorry! I always forget to write during the week, cuz' I have HOMEWORK!!!!!!! I hate school. I'd love to write more, but, *sobs* I have to think about school! Blame it on them. But you have to admit, it was a long chappie. Over 5 pages, thanks to the 'la' s.
by Keruseyu
Chapter 3
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Keru-chan says: Yo yo yo! I'm gonna write am much as I can! So quit gripin' about chappie 3! Well, today was the first day of my second week of school! It wasn't too bad, my friend's mom was our math/science sub. My language arts teach is the best! She's so patient! This year we're going to study Africa. Yay! Social Studies rocks, though I prefer HISTORY. History, I think, is entirely different from Social Studies. History is what happened in the country before. Social Studies is just about the country nowadays. I really do prefer history. My fav topics are World War 2, the Civil War, and the Mississipi river. I once watched a 4-hour documentary on it. It was really interesting. It covered the Civil war, too! ^.^! My birthday is August 13th! Woohoo! My Grandama got me an Inuyasha PS2 game and the Zoo Tycoon Double Marine Mania and Dino Digs Expansion pack! Of course, I won't get em' till my actual birthday, which, when I'm writing this, is tommorrow!!!! Of course, by the time I finish this chappie, it'll probably be three days past, but if I type REALLY fast, I might be able to get through!!!!
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Kira slowly opened her eyes, finding herself placed upon a flannel blanket. A brown-haired man slept sitting up, looking extremely tired. Kira's eyes fell opon his face. A brief flash of recognition showed in her mind.
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A younger version of him was walking with her down a stone corridor. He was saying something. "Yessir," She replied. "Don't call me sir." "Yessir." He halted. "Was that meant to be funny?" He inquired dryly. "Nossir."
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Staring at him, she could only think of one word. Nealan.
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Neal stirred. Someone was staring at him... But he was alone, wasn't he? No... There was a girl... He sat up, finding the girl awake. She had started when he opened his eyes.
The air was tense. Her eyes were sure as she whispered, "Nealan..."
It was his turn to stare. "How the hell do you know my name?"
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Nealan spooned down rabbit stew from a bowl, eyeing the girl across from him.
"So you're name's Kira?"
"Yes," she replied, rather timidly. "And yours is Nealan." "Neal." he corrected. "Call me Neal." She smiled. "Okay... Neal."
From the time she had woken up, they had returned to her landing place, collected her bag, and shot and skinned two small rabbits. Neal had also let her bandage her back, and both had changed clothes.
Over their meal they had talked to the point where Neal and Kira knew each other a bit more.
"Kira, how did you know my name?" Kira huffed, annoyed. "I told you, silly. I don't know." Neal rolled his eyes, wondering whether she was lying. But, no. His instincts told him she wasn't, but he was still suspicious.
"Huh? What?" Kira glared at the obviously spacing man. "I said, where do you come from?" Neal shrugged. "I live in the palace of King Jonathan of Tortall. But I was born in Fief Queenscove. And you?" "Um.... um..." Flustered and nervous, she said the first thing that came to mind. "Mikia!"
Neal frowned. Mikia? Where was that? But before he could ask, Kira answered. "It's really far off. Somewhere around the Roof of the World." Kira named the farthest place from Tortall she could think of, hoping that she had remembered the name correctly from her studies. Neal stared, astonished. "You're from there? That's so far away." He grinned. "I bet its cold up there." Kira faked a shiver, pretending she knew what he was talking about. "Gods, it's not cold, it's FREEZING!!" She guessed. Her human studies were limited; she knew nothing but the names of countries.
Neal only smiled, not letting her know if she had guessed correctly. Finishing off his stew, he stood to wash his bowl in the stream, Kira following.
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Two days later, Kira was riding the pack horse, Neal Magewhisper. She sat quietly behind them, rubbing the animal gently. Every now-and-then, the absorbed Neal would ask her a question. "How old are you?" Kira thought a moment. "22, I think." "You think?" Kira nodded. "When I was ten, my parents died because raiders attacked. I fended for myself for a few years. It's practically always snowing in the Roof, and I couldn't really tell how much time I spent. I was rescued, though, by some nice people. Then I got sent away to bossy people." Kira lied. It was only a half-lie; the last two sentances were true as could be.
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I'm sorry! I always forget to write during the week, cuz' I have HOMEWORK!!!!!!! I hate school. I'd love to write more, but, *sobs* I have to think about school! Blame it on them. But you have to admit, it was a long chappie. Over 5 pages, thanks to the 'la' s.