Read and review my wonderful fans *Loves flattering herself* lol Good
stuff. I know there are people who don't like Joel.in fact I have gotten
several E-mails telling me to kill him from various reviewers who shall
remain unnamed, but either way..I think he may be 'the one.' Unless
something happens with Stu.OOOOH I have an idea!!!
OOOH!!! MY TWENTIETH CHAPTER!!! This calls for champagne.if only I was over age..
Sorry they've been short, I have tons of homework lately, and I'm trying to write a novel!! *cheers herself on* It's short so far, but you gotta start somewhere.
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Lera slowly built her stamina back up, her muscles re-formed, harder and leaner than ever. Her reflexes nearly doubled. Even her skills with a bow improved a bit. She spent her weekends down in the Dancing Dove with Carlyn, Stu, and Joel. They had formed a sort of gang. Exclusive. They segregated themselves from others. No one had been through the same as they had and emerged alive and closely knit friends.
Of course, in order for them to hang out so much, Stu did have to apologise for nearly killing Joel. To which Joel replied 'If it had been me, I would have been unstoppable. You would be dead.' Stu nodded respectfully, pondering a deeper meaning of this.
Lera still have a year and a bit left as Stu's squire, and planned to get in at least one more battle before this was over. Stu on the other had liked the idea of hanging out at the castle jousting with fellow Tortallans rather than running through people of The Copper Islands.
As it was, there was a court full of Copper Islandians (sp?) coming to have a banquet celebrating the marriage of their youngest daughter: Rachelle. Apparently they needed to celebrate with their strongest enemy. For some reason or another.
Lera swept her hand through her hair. It was getting long. It dropped to the bottom of her shoulder blades when it was in braid. She never wore it loose. Just like she never wore dresses. She had banned herself from wearing feminine things since 'the incident.' Saban had been charged and released due to lack of evidence. Lera fumed inwardly, but planned to teach him a lesson.
She began training by herself, after hours, alone in her bedroom. She was extra quiet, lest she wake Stu. The last thing she wanted was for him to come into her room during the middle of the night. She liked Stu. She really did. He was so easy to understand. She knew he liked her. He cared about her. She felt safe when she was with him.
She didn't know how she felt about Joel. Joel was friendly to everyone. He always spoke delicately about her, since the ordeal with Saban. No more casually throwing comments about bedding her around. She hated that he didn't, in a way. It reminded her that things weren't the same. They hadn't touched since she kissed him.
She would never know how she really felt about him because they never had a chance for anything real to happen. Two kisses. That's it. Still. Every time he looked at her, or smiled at her She got the distinct feeling that he longed for her as much as she for him. Her stomach still flip flopped when she saw him. Her heart would speed up and she would blush a tiny bit. No one noticed.
Lera was starting to get the feeling that Stu liked her in a different way than she liked him. Honestly, she liked kissing him it was like tasting a rare fruit, but only Joel made her stomach flip over.
Lera closed her eyes, panting heavily as she let the tip of her sword drop to the ground near her feet. Her muscles ached from the long workout. Sighing deeply as that unnerving feeling of exhaustion set it. Shaking out her contracted limbs, Lera headed back up the path to the court.
"What have you learned about being all by yourself when no one can hear you scream?" an eerie voice whispered from next to her hear.
Shivers shot up her spine and she whipped around, her eyes wide with terror. Saban stood before her, a sword raised, and a deadly grin on his lips. Lera stepped back and brought her sword to his. She didn't know what to say. Her arms and legs felt like jelly and she couldn't get a good grip on her sword.
"My pride hurts that you ran and tattled on me, Woman." He spat the word out with distaste. "I almost got kicked out of court." He slid a finger over his forehead, smoothing one eyebrow flat. "I think I deserve to challenge you in a death match. At the Copper Island Festivities the night after next." He hissed at her accusingly. "Plenty of people will be fighting. We can state our reason for Death Match. Then off we go."
Lera couldn't move, she couldn't think. It was as if she was drowning in a sea of icy cold fear. Luckily for her, Saban only slide his blade down hers and up sending shivers up her spine from the grinding of the metal then walked off.
Lera's knees trembled. She shook her head to clear it and stumbled back to her dorm. Not bothering to keep quiet when she entered her room, Lera assumed that Stu was out to lunch with the others at the banquet for the Copper Islandians.
Lera cried out at she tripped over the chair by her desk and went sprawling forwards onto her bed. She cursed as she rubbed the afflicted limb, tears dropping from her eyes. She hated Saban with such loathing she felt like she would melt.
Stu opened the connecting door between their rooms and stuck his head in, looking worried.
"I'm sorry, I over heard.. You okay?" He asked, letting himself in and sitting on the bed next to her.
Lera nodded, squeezing her eyes tight shut, trying not to cry more than she already had. She felt Stu's hand drop onto her shoulder, she didn't dare open her eyes. He pivoted behind her and began massaging her shoulders, Lera relaxed a little, it felt good.
"It's okay Lera. I'm here for you." She whispered, working up her neck. Lera nodded, not really listening. "What happened?" He asked, before adding "Aside from wounding the poor table?" He asked, she could hear a smile in his voice.
"Chair, not table, and It deserved the injury." She said, a small smile tickling her lips then residing as she continued. " I'm to have a death match with Saban." She confided in a petrified whisper.
Stu promptly stopped massaging her and took a sharp breath. Lera was expecting a lecture, or at least a good bout of cursing. He started massaging her shoulders again. Lera felt a tear hit her shoulder. She twisted around at looked up at Stu. His eyes were wet, and he was looking away.
"If he kills you Lera." She shook his head, his voice weary. Lera didn't understand were the feelings he felt came from.
She didn't know what he liked about her. She was weak.
Why couldn't Joel feel this way?
OOOH!!! MY TWENTIETH CHAPTER!!! This calls for champagne.if only I was over age..
Sorry they've been short, I have tons of homework lately, and I'm trying to write a novel!! *cheers herself on* It's short so far, but you gotta start somewhere.
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Lera slowly built her stamina back up, her muscles re-formed, harder and leaner than ever. Her reflexes nearly doubled. Even her skills with a bow improved a bit. She spent her weekends down in the Dancing Dove with Carlyn, Stu, and Joel. They had formed a sort of gang. Exclusive. They segregated themselves from others. No one had been through the same as they had and emerged alive and closely knit friends.
Of course, in order for them to hang out so much, Stu did have to apologise for nearly killing Joel. To which Joel replied 'If it had been me, I would have been unstoppable. You would be dead.' Stu nodded respectfully, pondering a deeper meaning of this.
Lera still have a year and a bit left as Stu's squire, and planned to get in at least one more battle before this was over. Stu on the other had liked the idea of hanging out at the castle jousting with fellow Tortallans rather than running through people of The Copper Islands.
As it was, there was a court full of Copper Islandians (sp?) coming to have a banquet celebrating the marriage of their youngest daughter: Rachelle. Apparently they needed to celebrate with their strongest enemy. For some reason or another.
Lera swept her hand through her hair. It was getting long. It dropped to the bottom of her shoulder blades when it was in braid. She never wore it loose. Just like she never wore dresses. She had banned herself from wearing feminine things since 'the incident.' Saban had been charged and released due to lack of evidence. Lera fumed inwardly, but planned to teach him a lesson.
She began training by herself, after hours, alone in her bedroom. She was extra quiet, lest she wake Stu. The last thing she wanted was for him to come into her room during the middle of the night. She liked Stu. She really did. He was so easy to understand. She knew he liked her. He cared about her. She felt safe when she was with him.
She didn't know how she felt about Joel. Joel was friendly to everyone. He always spoke delicately about her, since the ordeal with Saban. No more casually throwing comments about bedding her around. She hated that he didn't, in a way. It reminded her that things weren't the same. They hadn't touched since she kissed him.
She would never know how she really felt about him because they never had a chance for anything real to happen. Two kisses. That's it. Still. Every time he looked at her, or smiled at her She got the distinct feeling that he longed for her as much as she for him. Her stomach still flip flopped when she saw him. Her heart would speed up and she would blush a tiny bit. No one noticed.
Lera was starting to get the feeling that Stu liked her in a different way than she liked him. Honestly, she liked kissing him it was like tasting a rare fruit, but only Joel made her stomach flip over.
Lera closed her eyes, panting heavily as she let the tip of her sword drop to the ground near her feet. Her muscles ached from the long workout. Sighing deeply as that unnerving feeling of exhaustion set it. Shaking out her contracted limbs, Lera headed back up the path to the court.
"What have you learned about being all by yourself when no one can hear you scream?" an eerie voice whispered from next to her hear.
Shivers shot up her spine and she whipped around, her eyes wide with terror. Saban stood before her, a sword raised, and a deadly grin on his lips. Lera stepped back and brought her sword to his. She didn't know what to say. Her arms and legs felt like jelly and she couldn't get a good grip on her sword.
"My pride hurts that you ran and tattled on me, Woman." He spat the word out with distaste. "I almost got kicked out of court." He slid a finger over his forehead, smoothing one eyebrow flat. "I think I deserve to challenge you in a death match. At the Copper Island Festivities the night after next." He hissed at her accusingly. "Plenty of people will be fighting. We can state our reason for Death Match. Then off we go."
Lera couldn't move, she couldn't think. It was as if she was drowning in a sea of icy cold fear. Luckily for her, Saban only slide his blade down hers and up sending shivers up her spine from the grinding of the metal then walked off.
Lera's knees trembled. She shook her head to clear it and stumbled back to her dorm. Not bothering to keep quiet when she entered her room, Lera assumed that Stu was out to lunch with the others at the banquet for the Copper Islandians.
Lera cried out at she tripped over the chair by her desk and went sprawling forwards onto her bed. She cursed as she rubbed the afflicted limb, tears dropping from her eyes. She hated Saban with such loathing she felt like she would melt.
Stu opened the connecting door between their rooms and stuck his head in, looking worried.
"I'm sorry, I over heard.. You okay?" He asked, letting himself in and sitting on the bed next to her.
Lera nodded, squeezing her eyes tight shut, trying not to cry more than she already had. She felt Stu's hand drop onto her shoulder, she didn't dare open her eyes. He pivoted behind her and began massaging her shoulders, Lera relaxed a little, it felt good.
"It's okay Lera. I'm here for you." She whispered, working up her neck. Lera nodded, not really listening. "What happened?" He asked, before adding "Aside from wounding the poor table?" He asked, she could hear a smile in his voice.
"Chair, not table, and It deserved the injury." She said, a small smile tickling her lips then residing as she continued. " I'm to have a death match with Saban." She confided in a petrified whisper.
Stu promptly stopped massaging her and took a sharp breath. Lera was expecting a lecture, or at least a good bout of cursing. He started massaging her shoulders again. Lera felt a tear hit her shoulder. She twisted around at looked up at Stu. His eyes were wet, and he was looking away.
"If he kills you Lera." She shook his head, his voice weary. Lera didn't understand were the feelings he felt came from.
She didn't know what he liked about her. She was weak.
Why couldn't Joel feel this way?
