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Lera walked silently along the hallway, her footsteps echoing loudly. She was thinking hard about what, exactly, she wanted to do to Saban right now. To her, burning him alive it a bowl of leeches sounded pretty darn nice.
Pain flared up her leg, she went sprawling on the floor, her foot throbbing were Saban had just stepped on it.
She stood up, shaking in rage. Now the leeches and burning seemed not enough, Better make it, slowly being stabbed to death by hundreds of little knives that go in an inch every hour. She sighed, mental revenge was sweet.
Before she realised it, She was sitting in a red velvet chair across from Master Padraig's desk. He glared intently at both of them. "Well?" he asked "What have you to say for your selves?"
They nodded in silent agreement and Lera supplied, "We ran into each other as we rounded the corner, your worshipy-ness, grace-y"
Saban held in a laugh and turned red with the effort. "I would strongly advise against pertness, page Lera" Padraig said quietly.
He seemed to kind of click out of it for several minutes, then he snapped at both of them.
" You will each serve a professor at dinner each night for a week. I will send Selda over to your rooms with whom ever I choose to be your waiter. Dismissed" he barked.
Lera stood up as he reclined and straightened his collar.
As she exited, Lera noticed a beautiful, blond woman, wearing hardly anything enter his room and shut the door. All of the way to the infirmary, Lera wondered if that was Padraig's wife.
~
Lera knocked on a spotless white door for a second time. It swung open and in the frame stood a thin black woman. "Hello" she said smiling, "Please take a seat in the waiting room until Duke Baird will be sable to see you, Thank you" she lead Lera into an empty white room.
Lera sat down, stock straight in a blue navy chair and looked around. The room was white. That was the only way to describe it. Not white with brown marks. White entirely. Fresh snow white.
It hurt her eyes to look at it.
It was good that she didn't have to wait long, soon enough a (as surprising as it may be) white door swung open on the opposite side of the room. Out came a tall old man with green eyes. He offered her a hand. "Duke Baird of Queenscove". She looked up at him and said "Lera of Sharta"
He bowed politely. She giggled. Leading her into a shockingly yellow room, Duke Baird grabbed a glass of water and rested his hands on her temples. Immediately, Lera felt a cool stream of magic flowing through her veins. Her bruises lessened and her headache stopped.
Now, getting her cheek fixed was a different story.
It was bleeding from a small cut, right below the corner of her eye and her bone was smashed. He moved the bone around slowly, it grated together, causing Lera a little more that enough pain, it was like thousands of people were scrapping their nails now chalkboards inside her head. It sent shivers down her spine and tears poured down her face.
Once it was settled back into it's place, Duke Baird stopped the bleeding and closed her cut. He shook his head and said "You had a small scar on your cheek"
That's not so bad, Lera thought. Peering into the mirror.
She immediately loved her new, and first scar. It was a white star with too many points, about a centimetre wide. She loved it. It was beautiful.
~
Lera walked down the hallway and entered her room to find a slip of paper on the floor, it read "Ezkon"
Oh, no, Lera thought, Sir Ezkon will never let me live it down if I make one mistake.
Oh No. Just when I think life can't possible get any worse.
Truth be told, Lera was having a great time at the knight school, she was learning a lot and she even had arm muscles, be they small or not.
~
Lera crept into her bed, she was a s tired as really tired. She fell into a deep sleep the moment her head touched her pillow.
Her eyes closed and she dreamt.
~
In her dream, the Outfitters assistant was being hung outside the palace.
~
She woke up shivering. It had been so real. Suddenly there was pounding on the door. "Let me in, Lera" Carlyn yelled. She quickly ducked into her dressing room, changed and answered the door.
Carlyn and Logan barged in. They looked bewildered. Carlyn handed her a note that read.
" All students assemble to the courtyards as soon as possible."
She looked at Carlyn and said "I don't know what to make of that, but we best be going now!.."
She trailed off and followed the boys to the yards. The whole school was there.
Padraig was white and he walked to the front of the crowd and cried out loudly "There is a pack of Haserpes out there. They killed a boy from the village." He paused and looked at the king, who had just arrived. The king motioned for him to come over, so he did.
Lera was in shock. No, she thought. My dream, It cant be. He was so nice. She looked around confused. She met Carlyn's eyes. He patted her on the back as if to reassure her.
Just then, Padraig strode back on stage and said " Haserpes are a new type of Immortal, only recently discovered. They live in trees and slither like snakes. We do not have all the details on them yet. We know that they are half snake half human monsters that kill for fun. Pack you things and pack them lightly, for we are going Haserpes Hunting"
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I'm sorry that this chapter is so short, but I wanted to get it up and I like it a lot. It is well done in my opinion, but my favourite chapter so far is !!. The third one I think! oh well!.. you (
" I beg to differ " just so that I know she read the whole thing!!!!
If any one reads this and has MSN add me please, I will talk to you about the Tamora pierce books and stuff it will be cool. My MSN e-mail address is vampiric_s0ul@hotmail.com thanks.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lera walked silently along the hallway, her footsteps echoing loudly. She was thinking hard about what, exactly, she wanted to do to Saban right now. To her, burning him alive it a bowl of leeches sounded pretty darn nice.
Pain flared up her leg, she went sprawling on the floor, her foot throbbing were Saban had just stepped on it.
She stood up, shaking in rage. Now the leeches and burning seemed not enough, Better make it, slowly being stabbed to death by hundreds of little knives that go in an inch every hour. She sighed, mental revenge was sweet.
Before she realised it, She was sitting in a red velvet chair across from Master Padraig's desk. He glared intently at both of them. "Well?" he asked "What have you to say for your selves?"
They nodded in silent agreement and Lera supplied, "We ran into each other as we rounded the corner, your worshipy-ness, grace-y"
Saban held in a laugh and turned red with the effort. "I would strongly advise against pertness, page Lera" Padraig said quietly.
He seemed to kind of click out of it for several minutes, then he snapped at both of them.
" You will each serve a professor at dinner each night for a week. I will send Selda over to your rooms with whom ever I choose to be your waiter. Dismissed" he barked.
Lera stood up as he reclined and straightened his collar.
As she exited, Lera noticed a beautiful, blond woman, wearing hardly anything enter his room and shut the door. All of the way to the infirmary, Lera wondered if that was Padraig's wife.
~
Lera knocked on a spotless white door for a second time. It swung open and in the frame stood a thin black woman. "Hello" she said smiling, "Please take a seat in the waiting room until Duke Baird will be sable to see you, Thank you" she lead Lera into an empty white room.
Lera sat down, stock straight in a blue navy chair and looked around. The room was white. That was the only way to describe it. Not white with brown marks. White entirely. Fresh snow white.
It hurt her eyes to look at it.
It was good that she didn't have to wait long, soon enough a (as surprising as it may be) white door swung open on the opposite side of the room. Out came a tall old man with green eyes. He offered her a hand. "Duke Baird of Queenscove". She looked up at him and said "Lera of Sharta"
He bowed politely. She giggled. Leading her into a shockingly yellow room, Duke Baird grabbed a glass of water and rested his hands on her temples. Immediately, Lera felt a cool stream of magic flowing through her veins. Her bruises lessened and her headache stopped.
Now, getting her cheek fixed was a different story.
It was bleeding from a small cut, right below the corner of her eye and her bone was smashed. He moved the bone around slowly, it grated together, causing Lera a little more that enough pain, it was like thousands of people were scrapping their nails now chalkboards inside her head. It sent shivers down her spine and tears poured down her face.
Once it was settled back into it's place, Duke Baird stopped the bleeding and closed her cut. He shook his head and said "You had a small scar on your cheek"
That's not so bad, Lera thought. Peering into the mirror.
She immediately loved her new, and first scar. It was a white star with too many points, about a centimetre wide. She loved it. It was beautiful.
~
Lera walked down the hallway and entered her room to find a slip of paper on the floor, it read "Ezkon"
Oh, no, Lera thought, Sir Ezkon will never let me live it down if I make one mistake.
Oh No. Just when I think life can't possible get any worse.
Truth be told, Lera was having a great time at the knight school, she was learning a lot and she even had arm muscles, be they small or not.
~
Lera crept into her bed, she was a s tired as really tired. She fell into a deep sleep the moment her head touched her pillow.
Her eyes closed and she dreamt.
~
In her dream, the Outfitters assistant was being hung outside the palace.
~
She woke up shivering. It had been so real. Suddenly there was pounding on the door. "Let me in, Lera" Carlyn yelled. She quickly ducked into her dressing room, changed and answered the door.
Carlyn and Logan barged in. They looked bewildered. Carlyn handed her a note that read.
" All students assemble to the courtyards as soon as possible."
She looked at Carlyn and said "I don't know what to make of that, but we best be going now!.."
She trailed off and followed the boys to the yards. The whole school was there.
Padraig was white and he walked to the front of the crowd and cried out loudly "There is a pack of Haserpes out there. They killed a boy from the village." He paused and looked at the king, who had just arrived. The king motioned for him to come over, so he did.
Lera was in shock. No, she thought. My dream, It cant be. He was so nice. She looked around confused. She met Carlyn's eyes. He patted her on the back as if to reassure her.
Just then, Padraig strode back on stage and said " Haserpes are a new type of Immortal, only recently discovered. They live in trees and slither like snakes. We do not have all the details on them yet. We know that they are half snake half human monsters that kill for fun. Pack you things and pack them lightly, for we are going Haserpes Hunting"
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I'm sorry that this chapter is so short, but I wanted to get it up and I like it a lot. It is well done in my opinion, but my favourite chapter so far is !!. The third one I think! oh well!.. you (
