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The Bump Chapter Seven
The day began. Bells tolled through out the city awakening those who were still in bed.
Many were still in bed after last night's ball. Many of those people had drunk a lot of 'fruit punch' last night. Therefore many people were screaming silently.
Shouts could be heard in the Palace and cries of pain were a major theme.
But soon those shouts and cries were silenced.
A new day had begun.
All was well.
Joren's POV
The bells woke him up. He stretched slightly, his long blonde hair loose by his tossing and turning, he noted. He blearily rubbed his eyes, it had been a late night and he had stayed up most of the night.
The mind could be so annoying.
He stepped out of his bed, his feet landing on the cool floor and he stopped.
He had stayed up all night... Kel!
Her Mother was getting rid of that Demon that inhabited her.
He stood up abruptly and padded silently to the window. Opening the shutters he stepped back quickly, his eyes blinking rapidly, tears had sprung to his eyes.
The sun was quite bright this morning.
************
Neal's POV
The bells tolled. His blurred mind took this in as it struggled with sleepiness.
He hadn't gone to sleep until what seemed moments ago.
He groaned and dug deeper into his covers.
But the bells were relentless. Neal hated bells.
Opening his eyes warily he glanced around his room. And rested on a person.
"What!"
Screaming had begun again.
************
Joren's POV
He was sitting in the only chair in his bedroom. It was made of of cheap pine. It was rather prickly. He often had splinters.
Joren didn't particularly like the chair but it was either was the chair of the bed. But the bed stank strange.
So he was sitting on the chair.
Demons, he thought, what exactly are they? Is it even a demon? What –
I hate questions.
His own self interrupted him.
Let's go do some exercise.
Naw, I'm comfortable.
Comfortable?
Well... not comfortable, but...
...Lazy?
No! I was at peace with the world. And you had to go and ruin it.
Well excuuuse me!
I don't think I will excuse you.
I was being sarcastic.
I wasn't.
Well... poo!
Poo?
I don't like naughty words.
Obviously.
So...?
So?
Yeah.
Uh huh.
What?
I don't know.
Okay.
Great.
Wonderful.
Why are we having this conversation?
************
Neal's POV
"What!" Neal shouted again. "What are you doing in my room? Aren't you supposed to..." her Neal paused, where was she supposed to be? "Um, preparing? For something for anything?" he finished speaking his guest staring at him oddly.
"Neal. I have no idea what you are talking about. Have you been drinking fruit punch? Because I have been hearing some rumors," Kel said questionably, her eyes scrutinizing him as she bent down.
"Don't you remember last night?" he harshly demanded, hadn't she...?
Kel looked sideways and frowned, "No... not really. A lot of it was a blur. I remember, you were there and Joren and my... mother? Maybe."
"Oh. Well you fainted."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
"Yes and your mother explained what happened in the Yamini Is- "
"What!" but why would she tell you tat? Even I don't know the full story!" Kel exclaimed.
"Well she told us– wait! You don't know the whole story?"
"No!"
"Really?"
"Yes!"
"Oh. I think you should ask your mother."
Kel stood there silently for a moment before nodding shortly.
"You're right. I'll be off now," she marched over to the door and paused there, "Toodle-oo Neal!"
Neal stared at the closed door. Toodle-oo? What the heck was she talking about?
Shaking his head grimly he got ready for the new day.
************
Kel's POV
Kel stalked out of her Mother's quarters, ignoring the please.
"Kel! Kel! You have to understand, you were so young. And we thought it for the best." Her Mother rushed out and strides quickly to catch up. "Please Kel– "
"No! I don't understand Mother. I don't see why!" she couldn't believe all this. It had to be a terrible joke. Right, some kind of sick twisted joke. Yeah.
"Fine, be it that way. But promise me this one thin– "
"Why should I do anything for you?" she hissed scathingly.
"To get rid of that Demon that inhabits you!"
Kel stood there, still. "Very well I'll be there tonight," she pause as is wanting to say more, "Bye," I am a coward.
Kel stomped along the corridors not paying attention where she was going, so when she slammed into something hard, smelly and metallic, she was surprised and in pain from landing on her posterior. The person she had slammed into was probably a knight. Probably was in question, he was dressed in full armor.
For some strange reason Kel felt like she should run but she dismissed the thought. Which just goes to show how intelligent humans are. One instinct left over and she ignores it.
The man, or at least Kel assumed it was a man, if it was woman it certainly was too bulky in some areas and less in others, took a huge breath and yelled.
"Mindelan!"
************
Joren's POV
He was once again bored. Very bored. And you know hat? He was very very bored.
Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored.
'Tweet tweet,' tweeted a bird, 'Tweet-eet tweet!" it was kind of cute, 'Tweeeet!' but really grated on your nerves.
'Tweeeeeeetttt-eeett,' continued the bird. Really annoying
After a couple minutes of seemingly endless tweeting, he stood up and stamped angrily to the window. There a couple feet away from the window were a pair of robins. He glared at them. They went on tweeting. He glared harder. They still went on tweeting.
He hated robins.
************
Narrator's POV
Delwyn Stoning was a simple man, really. But the fact was he was a bully. A small bully, a weak bully but netherless a bully. The kind of bully who made your life more difficult. Yes that kind of bully.
He peered down his oddly pointed nose bypassing his spectacles and resting on the sheet of slightly crumpled, strangely stained piece of paper.
"Now really this kind of mess is and I'm afraid to say, is quite a bother. The Kingdom of Tortall expects neatness. I can't go against that," smiled grimly but his eyes sparkled. He was a fussy man.
The cloaked figure of a man in front of Delwyn Stoning merely reached inside his cloak and pulled a small yet bulging pouch. The man rested the pouch on the table. It made a clinking noise as it touched the table.
Delwyn Stoning was sweating quite hard and he gulped down a mouthful of greed, but it soon resurfaced. He eyes were fixated on the pouch.
"Well sometimes there can be exceptions..." he reached quickly for the pouch and hurriedly opened it, a warm yellow glow enveloped his face.
The man turned sharply walking out of the quiet office and into the bustling crowds.
The familiar sounds of a city reached him, the man had noted earlier with distaste, and the familiar smells.
The sun shined. It was a clear sky that awaited him. Good weather.
Smiling faintly the man hummed an off key tune. His shadowy clothes enveloped him hiding him from curious gazes, from dangerous questions.
His feet carried him in the direction of the Palace.
Everything was in place, nothing could fail. His plans were perfect. Flawless. Without a mistake.
Power. The power he had strived for so long was going to be in his grasp.
All he had to do was wait.
Then is would come.
************
Kel's POV
Kel wiped away the sweat on her forehead.
"Stupid man," she muttered quietly.
"What was that Mindelan?" came a harsh voice.
"Nothing milord," yeah nothing that your tiny conceited cruel mind could handle, you bastard.
Lord Wyldon stretched his lips into a slow smile, there was something sinister, she decided, almost feral.
"Good," and he walked through, all through, her work. Every minute she had spent on this was ruined. It had destroyed any hope she could finish this by nightfall.
Feral animals need to be put down, she plotted.
"Oh and Mindelan?" his voice reached her.
"Yes sir?"
"I want to see my face in the floor, if I can't, well then you'll have clean it again and again and again..." he chuckled menacingly, "Have fun!"
Kel dropped her head and groaned.
She had a long night ahead.
End Chapter Six
Please R/R!
Disclaimer: if I owned it would I be here?
The Bump Chapter Seven
The day began. Bells tolled through out the city awakening those who were still in bed.
Many were still in bed after last night's ball. Many of those people had drunk a lot of 'fruit punch' last night. Therefore many people were screaming silently.
Shouts could be heard in the Palace and cries of pain were a major theme.
But soon those shouts and cries were silenced.
A new day had begun.
All was well.
Joren's POV
The bells woke him up. He stretched slightly, his long blonde hair loose by his tossing and turning, he noted. He blearily rubbed his eyes, it had been a late night and he had stayed up most of the night.
The mind could be so annoying.
He stepped out of his bed, his feet landing on the cool floor and he stopped.
He had stayed up all night... Kel!
Her Mother was getting rid of that Demon that inhabited her.
He stood up abruptly and padded silently to the window. Opening the shutters he stepped back quickly, his eyes blinking rapidly, tears had sprung to his eyes.
The sun was quite bright this morning.
************
Neal's POV
The bells tolled. His blurred mind took this in as it struggled with sleepiness.
He hadn't gone to sleep until what seemed moments ago.
He groaned and dug deeper into his covers.
But the bells were relentless. Neal hated bells.
Opening his eyes warily he glanced around his room. And rested on a person.
"What!"
Screaming had begun again.
************
Joren's POV
He was sitting in the only chair in his bedroom. It was made of of cheap pine. It was rather prickly. He often had splinters.
Joren didn't particularly like the chair but it was either was the chair of the bed. But the bed stank strange.
So he was sitting on the chair.
Demons, he thought, what exactly are they? Is it even a demon? What –
I hate questions.
His own self interrupted him.
Let's go do some exercise.
Naw, I'm comfortable.
Comfortable?
Well... not comfortable, but...
...Lazy?
No! I was at peace with the world. And you had to go and ruin it.
Well excuuuse me!
I don't think I will excuse you.
I was being sarcastic.
I wasn't.
Well... poo!
Poo?
I don't like naughty words.
Obviously.
So...?
So?
Yeah.
Uh huh.
What?
I don't know.
Okay.
Great.
Wonderful.
Why are we having this conversation?
************
Neal's POV
"What!" Neal shouted again. "What are you doing in my room? Aren't you supposed to..." her Neal paused, where was she supposed to be? "Um, preparing? For something for anything?" he finished speaking his guest staring at him oddly.
"Neal. I have no idea what you are talking about. Have you been drinking fruit punch? Because I have been hearing some rumors," Kel said questionably, her eyes scrutinizing him as she bent down.
"Don't you remember last night?" he harshly demanded, hadn't she...?
Kel looked sideways and frowned, "No... not really. A lot of it was a blur. I remember, you were there and Joren and my... mother? Maybe."
"Oh. Well you fainted."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
"Yes and your mother explained what happened in the Yamini Is- "
"What!" but why would she tell you tat? Even I don't know the full story!" Kel exclaimed.
"Well she told us– wait! You don't know the whole story?"
"No!"
"Really?"
"Yes!"
"Oh. I think you should ask your mother."
Kel stood there silently for a moment before nodding shortly.
"You're right. I'll be off now," she marched over to the door and paused there, "Toodle-oo Neal!"
Neal stared at the closed door. Toodle-oo? What the heck was she talking about?
Shaking his head grimly he got ready for the new day.
************
Kel's POV
Kel stalked out of her Mother's quarters, ignoring the please.
"Kel! Kel! You have to understand, you were so young. And we thought it for the best." Her Mother rushed out and strides quickly to catch up. "Please Kel– "
"No! I don't understand Mother. I don't see why!" she couldn't believe all this. It had to be a terrible joke. Right, some kind of sick twisted joke. Yeah.
"Fine, be it that way. But promise me this one thin– "
"Why should I do anything for you?" she hissed scathingly.
"To get rid of that Demon that inhabits you!"
Kel stood there, still. "Very well I'll be there tonight," she pause as is wanting to say more, "Bye," I am a coward.
Kel stomped along the corridors not paying attention where she was going, so when she slammed into something hard, smelly and metallic, she was surprised and in pain from landing on her posterior. The person she had slammed into was probably a knight. Probably was in question, he was dressed in full armor.
For some strange reason Kel felt like she should run but she dismissed the thought. Which just goes to show how intelligent humans are. One instinct left over and she ignores it.
The man, or at least Kel assumed it was a man, if it was woman it certainly was too bulky in some areas and less in others, took a huge breath and yelled.
"Mindelan!"
************
Joren's POV
He was once again bored. Very bored. And you know hat? He was very very bored.
Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored.
'Tweet tweet,' tweeted a bird, 'Tweet-eet tweet!" it was kind of cute, 'Tweeeet!' but really grated on your nerves.
'Tweeeeeeetttt-eeett,' continued the bird. Really annoying
After a couple minutes of seemingly endless tweeting, he stood up and stamped angrily to the window. There a couple feet away from the window were a pair of robins. He glared at them. They went on tweeting. He glared harder. They still went on tweeting.
He hated robins.
************
Narrator's POV
Delwyn Stoning was a simple man, really. But the fact was he was a bully. A small bully, a weak bully but netherless a bully. The kind of bully who made your life more difficult. Yes that kind of bully.
He peered down his oddly pointed nose bypassing his spectacles and resting on the sheet of slightly crumpled, strangely stained piece of paper.
"Now really this kind of mess is and I'm afraid to say, is quite a bother. The Kingdom of Tortall expects neatness. I can't go against that," smiled grimly but his eyes sparkled. He was a fussy man.
The cloaked figure of a man in front of Delwyn Stoning merely reached inside his cloak and pulled a small yet bulging pouch. The man rested the pouch on the table. It made a clinking noise as it touched the table.
Delwyn Stoning was sweating quite hard and he gulped down a mouthful of greed, but it soon resurfaced. He eyes were fixated on the pouch.
"Well sometimes there can be exceptions..." he reached quickly for the pouch and hurriedly opened it, a warm yellow glow enveloped his face.
The man turned sharply walking out of the quiet office and into the bustling crowds.
The familiar sounds of a city reached him, the man had noted earlier with distaste, and the familiar smells.
The sun shined. It was a clear sky that awaited him. Good weather.
Smiling faintly the man hummed an off key tune. His shadowy clothes enveloped him hiding him from curious gazes, from dangerous questions.
His feet carried him in the direction of the Palace.
Everything was in place, nothing could fail. His plans were perfect. Flawless. Without a mistake.
Power. The power he had strived for so long was going to be in his grasp.
All he had to do was wait.
Then is would come.
************
Kel's POV
Kel wiped away the sweat on her forehead.
"Stupid man," she muttered quietly.
"What was that Mindelan?" came a harsh voice.
"Nothing milord," yeah nothing that your tiny conceited cruel mind could handle, you bastard.
Lord Wyldon stretched his lips into a slow smile, there was something sinister, she decided, almost feral.
"Good," and he walked through, all through, her work. Every minute she had spent on this was ruined. It had destroyed any hope she could finish this by nightfall.
Feral animals need to be put down, she plotted.
"Oh and Mindelan?" his voice reached her.
"Yes sir?"
"I want to see my face in the floor, if I can't, well then you'll have clean it again and again and again..." he chuckled menacingly, "Have fun!"
Kel dropped her head and groaned.
She had a long night ahead.
End Chapter Six
Please R/R!
