[Disclaimer: I am not Tamora Pierce. I do not own
anything which is Tamora Pierce's. Which means that I do not own Tortall, Tyra,
Tusaine, Neal L
(or anything else mentioned in Tammy's books. So don't ask.]
A dirty-looking girl in a threadbare tunic, which might have once been peach-colored, rounded the corner. She had long, dark matted hair, which obscured her face, as well as most of her slight figure. Not exactly a strange sight in the dirty, crowded streets of Tyra…
Suddenly, a group of horses galloped down the seat, scattering people right and left. Most stayed in the open and stared at these well-dressed men riding through one of the slummiest neighborhoods of the city, but the girl quickly ran behind a empty bin and hid herself. She held tense as the horsemen galloped through, their steeds pounding the ground with such force that it felt it shook.
When she was sure they were gone, she allowed herself to relax, tears of exhaustion and frustration coming to her eyes. She had run from them so long. She had hoped to find a refuge in Tyra, but, as she sat, the King's men were combing the city. She would not be safe here. Sadly, and almost fatalistically, she picked up her very small bag of possesions and automatically looked glanced westward.
Only a few miles from here, right across the border, was Tortall. She had heard that it was a good land, with wise and just rulers. Then West she would go.
West to Tortall.
West to freedom.
[Yes, very short, I know, so please tell me what you think, and whether it is
worth me even continuing this story or not. This story depends on all of you
peoples out there!!! Also, any plot ideas. I just thought this up last night,
and I'm not exactly sure where it's going to go yet. L
~Eara
PS: and if anyone knows how to keep this from running all together, could they
please tell me?]