Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Tamora Peirce. Which includes Alanna, Jon etc. However though I do own Estelle/Leah and some of the plot.
Early next morning, we set off on horses - I 'borrowed' one from the nearby inn. We journeyed the whole morning and stopped for a break then set off again. The weather was hot and the horses were tired.
We let the horses graze nearby while we sat down for a short rest. After eating some bread and drinking water, the sky grew downcast. Dark clouds covered the sky and rain came shortly after.
I saddled the beast and followed closely behind Alanna. Through the rain, I saw lights. They were lamps, swinging in the winds. I called out to Alanna and Coram to stop. But I turned only to find them gone. I was lost. I eased the horse towards the lights.
As I came closer, I saw more details of these 'lights'. It was a little inn with a wooden sign that read 'Lighting Paths, In remembrance of The Songbird'. I hitched 'my' horse to a wooden pole at the back ( Its covered) and went in the front door.
"Goddess! We los' Leah!"
"Wha-what?"
"She was right behind me! Now she's gone!"
"We have to wait till the rain stops. We might get ourselves lost too!"
I sat by the walls of the old, deserted, half-abolished temple. We lost Leah in the rain. Pity, I was beginning to like her. The rain continued to pour outside . . .
"Aye' beauty! What cha' `ittle ladee like you doin' in the `ain? Come in!"
I stepped in to the inn. It was rather small, with some tables and chairs and a small bar (and a nosey bartender). Lamps, hung in almost every corner of the room lighted the inn. There was a flight of winding stairs leading upstairs, to the bedrooms I presume.
"Can I have a room please?"
"Tha'll be five shillings, lass"
I took out the remainder of the grocery money and counted them out before giving them to him. I adjusted my worn skirt and lowered my hood. I looked up at the innkeeper, expecting him to lead me to my room. Instead, I saw a pair of eyes staring straight at me, astonished.
"Are you going to lead me to my room or not?" I began feeling uneasy.
"Viare (pronounced as Vee - Air)? You're back!"
"Excuse me sir but I am not the Viare you speak of. Please, I am tired from my journey, I wish to be resting right now."
That shut him off. He led me to a room with only a bed, a small drawer and a bronze mirror. The old man did not stop staring at me. He only left when I said I shall be changing.
I looked into the mirror to adjust my hair. The reflection was stunning. It wasn't me. It had my eye colour and hair colour right but the shape of its nose was very much different. And it was obviously at least twenty years older than me.
Even more stunning is that the figure in the reflection began talking to me.
"Estelle . . . Come to me . . ."
I walked closer to the mirror.
"I am not Estelle! I am Leah of Trebond and now maybe Leon of Trebond! Who are you?"
"I am Viane. I had once helped the poorest people and had once murdered the Count of Xanane for his mistreatment to the people of his land. I am the chosen one to replace evil with goodness. . . I am the Songbird. Famous for my deeds and my music. And I need your help.
"Why would you think I would help you, Songbird?"
"Because . . . I am your mother . . ."
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Well? Bad? Bad enough? Terrible? I know the plot wasn't thickening up enough. . . So is this to your appetite? Tell me! Please review!
Wishes you Best,
Amia Grace
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Tamora Peirce. Which includes Alanna, Jon etc. However though I do own Estelle/Leah and some of the plot.
Early next morning, we set off on horses - I 'borrowed' one from the nearby inn. We journeyed the whole morning and stopped for a break then set off again. The weather was hot and the horses were tired.
We let the horses graze nearby while we sat down for a short rest. After eating some bread and drinking water, the sky grew downcast. Dark clouds covered the sky and rain came shortly after.
I saddled the beast and followed closely behind Alanna. Through the rain, I saw lights. They were lamps, swinging in the winds. I called out to Alanna and Coram to stop. But I turned only to find them gone. I was lost. I eased the horse towards the lights.
As I came closer, I saw more details of these 'lights'. It was a little inn with a wooden sign that read 'Lighting Paths, In remembrance of The Songbird'. I hitched 'my' horse to a wooden pole at the back ( Its covered) and went in the front door.
"Goddess! We los' Leah!"
"Wha-what?"
"She was right behind me! Now she's gone!"
"We have to wait till the rain stops. We might get ourselves lost too!"
I sat by the walls of the old, deserted, half-abolished temple. We lost Leah in the rain. Pity, I was beginning to like her. The rain continued to pour outside . . .
"Aye' beauty! What cha' `ittle ladee like you doin' in the `ain? Come in!"
I stepped in to the inn. It was rather small, with some tables and chairs and a small bar (and a nosey bartender). Lamps, hung in almost every corner of the room lighted the inn. There was a flight of winding stairs leading upstairs, to the bedrooms I presume.
"Can I have a room please?"
"Tha'll be five shillings, lass"
I took out the remainder of the grocery money and counted them out before giving them to him. I adjusted my worn skirt and lowered my hood. I looked up at the innkeeper, expecting him to lead me to my room. Instead, I saw a pair of eyes staring straight at me, astonished.
"Are you going to lead me to my room or not?" I began feeling uneasy.
"Viare (pronounced as Vee - Air)? You're back!"
"Excuse me sir but I am not the Viare you speak of. Please, I am tired from my journey, I wish to be resting right now."
That shut him off. He led me to a room with only a bed, a small drawer and a bronze mirror. The old man did not stop staring at me. He only left when I said I shall be changing.
I looked into the mirror to adjust my hair. The reflection was stunning. It wasn't me. It had my eye colour and hair colour right but the shape of its nose was very much different. And it was obviously at least twenty years older than me.
Even more stunning is that the figure in the reflection began talking to me.
"Estelle . . . Come to me . . ."
I walked closer to the mirror.
"I am not Estelle! I am Leah of Trebond and now maybe Leon of Trebond! Who are you?"
"I am Viane. I had once helped the poorest people and had once murdered the Count of Xanane for his mistreatment to the people of his land. I am the chosen one to replace evil with goodness. . . I am the Songbird. Famous for my deeds and my music. And I need your help.
"Why would you think I would help you, Songbird?"
"Because . . . I am your mother . . ."
LINE*LINE*LINE*LINE*LINE*LINE*LINE*LINE*LINE*LINE*LINE*LINE*LINE*LINE
Well? Bad? Bad enough? Terrible? I know the plot wasn't thickening up enough. . . So is this to your appetite? Tell me! Please review!
Wishes you Best,
Amia Grace
