Here you go Jamasa.
And Celestial Secrets: Oh my god. I'm so, so, so, so, so stupid. *hits self with bat repeatedly* I am so stupid! All right, I'll post this one and yours at the same time.
The Random thing that I'll tell you of the day is: I saw Timeline! All you guys who read this go see it!
Jamasa growled in frustration; the Scanran she was fighting kept toying with her. She wondered again and again why she hadn't just stayed at the wall and shot arrows. But, instead she was fighting on the field. Finally, she just blasted the Scanran with her Gift.
" There you go, bastard. That should teach you not to fool around with me," she snapped. Finally, after debating with herself she decided to ride to the wall; she rode hard. Maybe she'd be more useful there.
" Stay here," she told her horse, Juniper, sternly. She ran to an empty post, picked up a bow and a quiver full of arrows. Rapidly she fired, a Scanran going down every time she shot. Something tickled the back of her mind; something wasn't right. Glancing around, she found the source, an archer aiming for a sergeant. She could see that from the arm badge on his shirt. So, he was from the King's Own. Well, he'd be a dead sergeant if she didn't do something. And what good would a dead sergeant do the country?
" Sergeant," she yelled, " Duck!" He didn't hear. Jamasa swore; the man aiming at the sergeant was out of her bow range. Jamasa knew her Gift didn't have enough strength to either kill or put up a shield around the sergeant; even if she did, he'd probably fight it. Jamasa didn't have enough strength to old it if he fought it. She swung off the wall onto Juniper and her eyes turned dark green with worry. Tortall needed every leader they could get! What if she didn't reach him in time? She had her faithful horse ride even faster. Thump! Juniper had to stop to kill a man with his hooves before he galloped on. The archer shot the arrow. She swore violently and leaped off Juniper, flipped, and took the arrow. Jamasa landed hard. The sergeant dismounted. Worry was evident in his eyes. The young man thought it was lucky he was at the edge of the fighting and the sergeant sheathed his sword.
" Are you OK? This is going to hurt." He meant the arrow, she decided faintly.
" I've had worse in my day." she croaked. The man who's life she had saved looked around, looking to see if it was safe to take his eyes off the battle. Finally, he decided he wouldn't be knifed in the back. Gently he pressed her down and on the count of 'three' he gently pulled the arrow out the same angle it had entered. Then, he picked her up, and mounted. Seeing the horse she had jumped off of, he told it 'come with me,' and they rode back. Jamasa's world spun and everything went black.
" Uncle?" he called when they reached the castle. " Duke Baird?"
" Dom? Who's that?" The Duke gestured to the figure in his nephew's arms.
" I don't know. She took and arrow for me. It would have killed me, I think." The strange girl cried out in pain. Both men could see tears of pain even though her green eyes were closed. (A/n: Sorry, Jamasa, this is the only way I could come up with, without repeating the way Raoul met Lisa- Marie.)
" Hurry Dom," his uncle urged. "Put her here." He pointed to a bed. The Duke's hands sparkled with green? fire. He gently touched the wound; the blood flow stopped and there was a scar where the wound had been. Her gold shirt now had a red shoulder. As if she were a leader herself. A Tortallian horn sounded, followed by another; they had won the battle.
" Dom," he asked, " Do you know how lucky you are she took that arrow?" Dom shook his head. " Well, I'd say, from the force of the impact and the spot it hit, it probably would have killed anyone but her. It wouldn't have killed you if it hadn't stuck anything vital, of course. She's strong, really strong to have survived that arrow." Dom's uncle went quiet. The Duke thought it was lucky that she had been there to stop that arrow. He didn't think it was lucky she was hurt, of course. But Dom was his only nephew and that made him special. (A/n: is that true? Oh well, if it isn't, it is now.)
" Aren't you going back to your rooms with the Own?" his uncle asked finally.
" No, I'm waiting until she wakes up. I want to know who she is and why she took the arrow."
Dom woke when the chief healer gently shook him.
" What?" Dom asked, half asleep.
" She's up."
" Oh." The girl they were talking about sat up. Using the time they were talking, she peeked under the shoulder of her shirt.
" Hi," she said suddenly. " How'd I get here?"
" I'll leave that to you." The healer clapped the younger man on the shoulder. "I've got more patients to look at."
" So what's your name?" The sergeant asked shyly. He was shy with her! He, Domitan of Masbolle, was shy!
" I'm Jamasa."
" Of-?" he prodded. She must be a noble, he thought.
" Ario." Dom whistled, Ario was a rich and powerful fief. It probably was as rich and powerful, if not more than Goldenlake and Melorie's Peak. She must have nice parents; no other family of a rich and powerful fief would send their daughter to protect the Queen.
" Jamasa, why did you take the arrow for me? You could have let me die. I'm just another soldier. What difference does it make?"
" Before I answer, what's your name?"
" Domitan of Masbolle." (A/n: is that right?)
" OK, Domitan, now I'll answer. I took the arrow because, well, Tortall needs all the leaders it can get. And me? I'm just a soldier. Besides family and friends, who would care? I mean, I'm not as important as a sergeant." So she'd seen his badge and decided to risk her life to save someone she didn't even know? Gods, she is crazy, he decided. She untied her dark brown hair from it's horse tail and ran her fingers through the waves of hair down her back. She was attractive, he noticed.
" Well lady," he smiled flirtiously. (A/n: Is that right? Sorry, my spell check won't give me a spelling for that.) " If you feel all right would you like to escort me to breakfast? I'll brood without you."
" The same chance that you'll 'brood without me' is as likely as lightning will strike me down right this moment," she retorted. Somehow she felt right at home talking to him. It was as if she had known him her whole life, not fifteen minutes. Still, the attractive Domitan offered her his arm. Grudgingly she took it.
" Oh and Jamasa? Call me Dom." Jamasa nodded. They talked about many things. By the time they got to the Mess hall, they both felt as if they had known each other for their whole life.
" Dom!" A green-eyed man rushed forward to greet him.
" Meathead!" Dom exclaimed. " Aren't you supposed to be at the University?" (A/n: Yes this is before Neal goes to be a knight)
" Oh, they gave us a few days off. So, who's your beautiful companion?" Neal asked.
" Jamasa, this is my cousin, Meathead." Seeing Neal's glare, " OK, Neal of Queenscove. Neal, this is Jamasa of Ario."
" Nice to meet you." They gripped forearms. Hesitantly, she added, " Meathead."
" You see what you've done, Dom? You've corrupted all the nice ladies." Neal threw up his hands.
" You may have noticed," Dom muttered, " My cousin has an endless capacity for drama." He was so close! Jamasa's heart sped.
" I heard that!" Neal snapped.
" And so you did, Mage Meathead."
" Urghh!" Neal stomped off.
" What a lovely cousin you have." Jamasa muttered. " After you do you want to go sword fight after this?"
" Sure." They mad their way to a table and sat down with Neal.
" So, Jamasa, how did you fall into such bad company?"
" She saved my life, Neal." Dom told Neal.
" You did? How? Dom's told me about a hundred times, ' I can take care of myself." To Dom he said, " So talk about someone needing a keeper." Jamasa sputtered and chuckled.
" Who said to the other about some keeper?"
" Oh that. Dom said I need a keeper." Neal grumbled.
" Boy, from the look of it, you do." Neal sprayed his juice.
" Excuse me?"
" Perhaps you didn't hear me. I said, 'boy, from the look of it you do.'" Dom chuckled.
" And what, Sergeant, is so funny?"
" You."
At the practice courts.
Jamasa moved just a little to the side as his blade swung down with speed. She blocked lifted her sword and blocked and broke away. He came in with a side-cut; she parried and darted back. Jamasa circled. He swung and hacked, but she blocked. Stepping back she went into a two-handed guard position, He cut down and in and she responded, her blade moving as rapidly as his. Seeing a flaw her sword she barred his arm, and hooked his sword and sent it flying. Dom ended up on his rump. Her sword ended in the "kill" position.
" I yield." She offered him her hand. He took it. Dom leaned over and kissed her. The sergeant realized what he was doing.
" Sorry, that won't happen again." Jamasa looked at him. He wasn't one of those men who wanted her money and land, she decided. No, he loved her for who she was. Now it was Jamasa who leaned over and kissed her partner.
The End
Celestial Secrets: I'll post yours as soon as I finish typing it. ( Probably next week)
And Celestial Secrets: Oh my god. I'm so, so, so, so, so stupid. *hits self with bat repeatedly* I am so stupid! All right, I'll post this one and yours at the same time.
The Random thing that I'll tell you of the day is: I saw Timeline! All you guys who read this go see it!
Jamasa growled in frustration; the Scanran she was fighting kept toying with her. She wondered again and again why she hadn't just stayed at the wall and shot arrows. But, instead she was fighting on the field. Finally, she just blasted the Scanran with her Gift.
" There you go, bastard. That should teach you not to fool around with me," she snapped. Finally, after debating with herself she decided to ride to the wall; she rode hard. Maybe she'd be more useful there.
" Stay here," she told her horse, Juniper, sternly. She ran to an empty post, picked up a bow and a quiver full of arrows. Rapidly she fired, a Scanran going down every time she shot. Something tickled the back of her mind; something wasn't right. Glancing around, she found the source, an archer aiming for a sergeant. She could see that from the arm badge on his shirt. So, he was from the King's Own. Well, he'd be a dead sergeant if she didn't do something. And what good would a dead sergeant do the country?
" Sergeant," she yelled, " Duck!" He didn't hear. Jamasa swore; the man aiming at the sergeant was out of her bow range. Jamasa knew her Gift didn't have enough strength to either kill or put up a shield around the sergeant; even if she did, he'd probably fight it. Jamasa didn't have enough strength to old it if he fought it. She swung off the wall onto Juniper and her eyes turned dark green with worry. Tortall needed every leader they could get! What if she didn't reach him in time? She had her faithful horse ride even faster. Thump! Juniper had to stop to kill a man with his hooves before he galloped on. The archer shot the arrow. She swore violently and leaped off Juniper, flipped, and took the arrow. Jamasa landed hard. The sergeant dismounted. Worry was evident in his eyes. The young man thought it was lucky he was at the edge of the fighting and the sergeant sheathed his sword.
" Are you OK? This is going to hurt." He meant the arrow, she decided faintly.
" I've had worse in my day." she croaked. The man who's life she had saved looked around, looking to see if it was safe to take his eyes off the battle. Finally, he decided he wouldn't be knifed in the back. Gently he pressed her down and on the count of 'three' he gently pulled the arrow out the same angle it had entered. Then, he picked her up, and mounted. Seeing the horse she had jumped off of, he told it 'come with me,' and they rode back. Jamasa's world spun and everything went black.
" Uncle?" he called when they reached the castle. " Duke Baird?"
" Dom? Who's that?" The Duke gestured to the figure in his nephew's arms.
" I don't know. She took and arrow for me. It would have killed me, I think." The strange girl cried out in pain. Both men could see tears of pain even though her green eyes were closed. (A/n: Sorry, Jamasa, this is the only way I could come up with, without repeating the way Raoul met Lisa- Marie.)
" Hurry Dom," his uncle urged. "Put her here." He pointed to a bed. The Duke's hands sparkled with green? fire. He gently touched the wound; the blood flow stopped and there was a scar where the wound had been. Her gold shirt now had a red shoulder. As if she were a leader herself. A Tortallian horn sounded, followed by another; they had won the battle.
" Dom," he asked, " Do you know how lucky you are she took that arrow?" Dom shook his head. " Well, I'd say, from the force of the impact and the spot it hit, it probably would have killed anyone but her. It wouldn't have killed you if it hadn't stuck anything vital, of course. She's strong, really strong to have survived that arrow." Dom's uncle went quiet. The Duke thought it was lucky that she had been there to stop that arrow. He didn't think it was lucky she was hurt, of course. But Dom was his only nephew and that made him special. (A/n: is that true? Oh well, if it isn't, it is now.)
" Aren't you going back to your rooms with the Own?" his uncle asked finally.
" No, I'm waiting until she wakes up. I want to know who she is and why she took the arrow."
Dom woke when the chief healer gently shook him.
" What?" Dom asked, half asleep.
" She's up."
" Oh." The girl they were talking about sat up. Using the time they were talking, she peeked under the shoulder of her shirt.
" Hi," she said suddenly. " How'd I get here?"
" I'll leave that to you." The healer clapped the younger man on the shoulder. "I've got more patients to look at."
" So what's your name?" The sergeant asked shyly. He was shy with her! He, Domitan of Masbolle, was shy!
" I'm Jamasa."
" Of-?" he prodded. She must be a noble, he thought.
" Ario." Dom whistled, Ario was a rich and powerful fief. It probably was as rich and powerful, if not more than Goldenlake and Melorie's Peak. She must have nice parents; no other family of a rich and powerful fief would send their daughter to protect the Queen.
" Jamasa, why did you take the arrow for me? You could have let me die. I'm just another soldier. What difference does it make?"
" Before I answer, what's your name?"
" Domitan of Masbolle." (A/n: is that right?)
" OK, Domitan, now I'll answer. I took the arrow because, well, Tortall needs all the leaders it can get. And me? I'm just a soldier. Besides family and friends, who would care? I mean, I'm not as important as a sergeant." So she'd seen his badge and decided to risk her life to save someone she didn't even know? Gods, she is crazy, he decided. She untied her dark brown hair from it's horse tail and ran her fingers through the waves of hair down her back. She was attractive, he noticed.
" Well lady," he smiled flirtiously. (A/n: Is that right? Sorry, my spell check won't give me a spelling for that.) " If you feel all right would you like to escort me to breakfast? I'll brood without you."
" The same chance that you'll 'brood without me' is as likely as lightning will strike me down right this moment," she retorted. Somehow she felt right at home talking to him. It was as if she had known him her whole life, not fifteen minutes. Still, the attractive Domitan offered her his arm. Grudgingly she took it.
" Oh and Jamasa? Call me Dom." Jamasa nodded. They talked about many things. By the time they got to the Mess hall, they both felt as if they had known each other for their whole life.
" Dom!" A green-eyed man rushed forward to greet him.
" Meathead!" Dom exclaimed. " Aren't you supposed to be at the University?" (A/n: Yes this is before Neal goes to be a knight)
" Oh, they gave us a few days off. So, who's your beautiful companion?" Neal asked.
" Jamasa, this is my cousin, Meathead." Seeing Neal's glare, " OK, Neal of Queenscove. Neal, this is Jamasa of Ario."
" Nice to meet you." They gripped forearms. Hesitantly, she added, " Meathead."
" You see what you've done, Dom? You've corrupted all the nice ladies." Neal threw up his hands.
" You may have noticed," Dom muttered, " My cousin has an endless capacity for drama." He was so close! Jamasa's heart sped.
" I heard that!" Neal snapped.
" And so you did, Mage Meathead."
" Urghh!" Neal stomped off.
" What a lovely cousin you have." Jamasa muttered. " After you do you want to go sword fight after this?"
" Sure." They mad their way to a table and sat down with Neal.
" So, Jamasa, how did you fall into such bad company?"
" She saved my life, Neal." Dom told Neal.
" You did? How? Dom's told me about a hundred times, ' I can take care of myself." To Dom he said, " So talk about someone needing a keeper." Jamasa sputtered and chuckled.
" Who said to the other about some keeper?"
" Oh that. Dom said I need a keeper." Neal grumbled.
" Boy, from the look of it, you do." Neal sprayed his juice.
" Excuse me?"
" Perhaps you didn't hear me. I said, 'boy, from the look of it you do.'" Dom chuckled.
" And what, Sergeant, is so funny?"
" You."
At the practice courts.
Jamasa moved just a little to the side as his blade swung down with speed. She blocked lifted her sword and blocked and broke away. He came in with a side-cut; she parried and darted back. Jamasa circled. He swung and hacked, but she blocked. Stepping back she went into a two-handed guard position, He cut down and in and she responded, her blade moving as rapidly as his. Seeing a flaw her sword she barred his arm, and hooked his sword and sent it flying. Dom ended up on his rump. Her sword ended in the "kill" position.
" I yield." She offered him her hand. He took it. Dom leaned over and kissed her. The sergeant realized what he was doing.
" Sorry, that won't happen again." Jamasa looked at him. He wasn't one of those men who wanted her money and land, she decided. No, he loved her for who she was. Now it was Jamasa who leaned over and kissed her partner.
The End
Celestial Secrets: I'll post yours as soon as I finish typing it. ( Probably next week)