A/N: I'm being nice, so read this. I looked at other people's writing styles and I'm trying to get better. This chapter is a lot better than the other ones so read it! R/R! Marquess is actually a TITLE, like duke is a title. This chapter is for all the people who are wondering what happened to Cleon and also to those who want to know more about the marquess.
Rekindled
chapter three: Training and Remembering
by: DarkDracon0
Kel was in the practice court, staff at hand. She whipped into a complex exercise, the staff now moving with such speed that it was a blur. She continued the exercise, moving with the precision of a master swordsman and the even balance and agility of a feline predator. Sweat dropped from her forehead nearly into her eyes, but even with her eyes closed, Kel could still perform the exercise; she had done this several times over. She finally completed it with a brutal stab in the air and spinning it carefully in her hand. Kel wiped the sweat on her forehead off, breathing hard. Her muscles were taut after the demanding work out. Kel took a quick gulp of water from a water pitcher nearby before slowly working to calm her breathing. She moved on to the practice sword rack, taking out a big, heavy one, blunt and scarred from the many blows that it had been lain upon.
Kel, again, began another exercise with the sword, moving slowly to accustom herself to the feel and weight of it. Then after a few minutes, Kel increased the speed, moving it faster and faster until it was moving as fast as the staff before. Kel exercised until she knew that she had to stop or else she would collapse from exhaustion. If she was going to war, then she would fight her best.
Southern border of Scanra
West section
Near the shores of the Emerald Ocean
Cleon of Kennan looked silently out the Emerald Ocean as the last fingers of sun light touched the gently rippling surface, playing lights and bright colors. He could still hear the men talking. Talking of their homes and what their families were probably doing at the moment. He could hear men telling old legends and tales of dragons and the wrath and power of gods angered by mortals.
He thought of home. But not back in Kennan. No. What he thought was home was the palace at Corus. Kel. How long had it been since he had last seen her? And by Mithros, he missed her. Missed their sweet kisses and warm embraces. Had Kel gotten a new lover perhaps? He dearly hoped not. How could he face Kel? She was surely furious and hurt by him. He had missed her Ceremony of the Ordeal and her dubbing. He would have to make it up to her.
" Captain, sir?" Cleon glanced at the man. He was tall, broad-shouldered at topped with a mop of brown hair.
" Yes? The report?"
" Well, according to scouts, the Scanrans aren't moving from their forts and their navy is in bad condition. Most of the Scanran towns have been evacuated or destroyed."
" What of our navy? The ones here I mean."
" Our navy is in proper condition, ready to be sailed out and obey your every order, sir."
" What of the men on board?"
" The sentries on board the ships are ready at your signal to alert the others."
" Alright, what is your name?"
" Tysen, sir."
" Tysen, alert the men on land to be ready at three hours after sundown. Have them eat a short meal before attack. The men on board the ships, I will take care of. Understood?"
" Yes, sir."
" You are dismissed." Tysen left immediatly, running toward the camps to carry out his order. Cleon closed his eyes for a moment before saying to himself, "Being Captain is harder than I thought."
Palace of Corus
" So it this Marquess of Brighton supposed to be here tonight?" Kel asked.
" Supposed to be," Neal replied. Kel glanced at him. They both were in a ball that the King and Queen had suddenly made, inviting everyone. Neal was dressed in a clean, white shirt underneath a dark green tunic that emphasised his eyes. He wore matching green breeches and soft fahionable boots. Kel was wearing a deep russet red dress laced with gold and leather slippers that Lalasa had insisted that she wear.
" Neal, do you even know what the marquess even looks like?"
"Well, ah, not really. He doesn't show himself often enough."
" Ah."
A herald suddenly bellowed, "The Marquess of Brighton!"
Kel's head snapped to look toward the entrance. And there was the Marquess. Kel's jaw suddenly dropped. That was the same man she had spoken to just days ago! Kel managed to close her mouth without anyone noticing, but her eyes were staring at him. Him. The ass of a man that had bothered her and had the gall to call Keladry of Mindelan insane.
Silence had filled the room without Kel even noticing. Every female that wasn't married was looking hopefully at the marquess. Most of the men were looking curiosly at him, but some had a look of respect.
The marquess was handsome. Too handsome for his own good. He smiled from where he was from to the whole room. King Jonathan waved his hand and called, " Over here, my lord marquess!" The silence finally broken, talk and dance resumed. The marquess walked over to the royal couple, bowing to them. Kel was still watching him. He spoke briefly to the King and Queen before stepping to the side of the dance floor, mingling with the crowd. A young lady asked him a dance with a worshipping look in her eyes.
"Kel?"
" You know, Neal, that the marquess is the man I telling you about!"
" Really? You spoke with the marquess?"
" Yes! He's the man who said that I was mad!"
" Kel, high society men really don't say to females, and especially ladies, that they're mad."
" Well, the marquess did!" Neal merely frowned at her. Kel glared back before catching an amusing scene. A group of ladies were staring at the marquess, giggling and some just looked as they were about to fall to the floor in a swoon. Her new commander was going to be a marquess who was too handsome for his own good and she didn't even know his first name.
Rekindled
chapter three: Training and Remembering
by: DarkDracon0
Kel was in the practice court, staff at hand. She whipped into a complex exercise, the staff now moving with such speed that it was a blur. She continued the exercise, moving with the precision of a master swordsman and the even balance and agility of a feline predator. Sweat dropped from her forehead nearly into her eyes, but even with her eyes closed, Kel could still perform the exercise; she had done this several times over. She finally completed it with a brutal stab in the air and spinning it carefully in her hand. Kel wiped the sweat on her forehead off, breathing hard. Her muscles were taut after the demanding work out. Kel took a quick gulp of water from a water pitcher nearby before slowly working to calm her breathing. She moved on to the practice sword rack, taking out a big, heavy one, blunt and scarred from the many blows that it had been lain upon.
Kel, again, began another exercise with the sword, moving slowly to accustom herself to the feel and weight of it. Then after a few minutes, Kel increased the speed, moving it faster and faster until it was moving as fast as the staff before. Kel exercised until she knew that she had to stop or else she would collapse from exhaustion. If she was going to war, then she would fight her best.
Southern border of Scanra
West section
Near the shores of the Emerald Ocean
Cleon of Kennan looked silently out the Emerald Ocean as the last fingers of sun light touched the gently rippling surface, playing lights and bright colors. He could still hear the men talking. Talking of their homes and what their families were probably doing at the moment. He could hear men telling old legends and tales of dragons and the wrath and power of gods angered by mortals.
He thought of home. But not back in Kennan. No. What he thought was home was the palace at Corus. Kel. How long had it been since he had last seen her? And by Mithros, he missed her. Missed their sweet kisses and warm embraces. Had Kel gotten a new lover perhaps? He dearly hoped not. How could he face Kel? She was surely furious and hurt by him. He had missed her Ceremony of the Ordeal and her dubbing. He would have to make it up to her.
" Captain, sir?" Cleon glanced at the man. He was tall, broad-shouldered at topped with a mop of brown hair.
" Yes? The report?"
" Well, according to scouts, the Scanrans aren't moving from their forts and their navy is in bad condition. Most of the Scanran towns have been evacuated or destroyed."
" What of our navy? The ones here I mean."
" Our navy is in proper condition, ready to be sailed out and obey your every order, sir."
" What of the men on board?"
" The sentries on board the ships are ready at your signal to alert the others."
" Alright, what is your name?"
" Tysen, sir."
" Tysen, alert the men on land to be ready at three hours after sundown. Have them eat a short meal before attack. The men on board the ships, I will take care of. Understood?"
" Yes, sir."
" You are dismissed." Tysen left immediatly, running toward the camps to carry out his order. Cleon closed his eyes for a moment before saying to himself, "Being Captain is harder than I thought."
Palace of Corus
" So it this Marquess of Brighton supposed to be here tonight?" Kel asked.
" Supposed to be," Neal replied. Kel glanced at him. They both were in a ball that the King and Queen had suddenly made, inviting everyone. Neal was dressed in a clean, white shirt underneath a dark green tunic that emphasised his eyes. He wore matching green breeches and soft fahionable boots. Kel was wearing a deep russet red dress laced with gold and leather slippers that Lalasa had insisted that she wear.
" Neal, do you even know what the marquess even looks like?"
"Well, ah, not really. He doesn't show himself often enough."
" Ah."
A herald suddenly bellowed, "The Marquess of Brighton!"
Kel's head snapped to look toward the entrance. And there was the Marquess. Kel's jaw suddenly dropped. That was the same man she had spoken to just days ago! Kel managed to close her mouth without anyone noticing, but her eyes were staring at him. Him. The ass of a man that had bothered her and had the gall to call Keladry of Mindelan insane.
Silence had filled the room without Kel even noticing. Every female that wasn't married was looking hopefully at the marquess. Most of the men were looking curiosly at him, but some had a look of respect.
The marquess was handsome. Too handsome for his own good. He smiled from where he was from to the whole room. King Jonathan waved his hand and called, " Over here, my lord marquess!" The silence finally broken, talk and dance resumed. The marquess walked over to the royal couple, bowing to them. Kel was still watching him. He spoke briefly to the King and Queen before stepping to the side of the dance floor, mingling with the crowd. A young lady asked him a dance with a worshipping look in her eyes.
"Kel?"
" You know, Neal, that the marquess is the man I telling you about!"
" Really? You spoke with the marquess?"
" Yes! He's the man who said that I was mad!"
" Kel, high society men really don't say to females, and especially ladies, that they're mad."
" Well, the marquess did!" Neal merely frowned at her. Kel glared back before catching an amusing scene. A group of ladies were staring at the marquess, giggling and some just looked as they were about to fall to the floor in a swoon. Her new commander was going to be a marquess who was too handsome for his own good and she didn't even know his first name.