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AN: Thank you to the people who reviewed. Pretty long chapter, over 2000 words! Hope you enjoy it!
The Bump Chapter Seven
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Joren's POV
He made a lunge towards the Robin but once again narrowly missed. He had grasped nothing except air.
"Damn!" he cursed and as he did so he glanced downwards. He swallowed, gulping down the last salvia in his mouth, a sick feeling in his stomach creeping out. He sharply brought his gaze back to the bird.
He wasn't afraid of heights. No how could he be? But he didn't like falling down on to the hard cobblestones below. His head cracking open, his blood seeping into the ground and – "Don't think about! Don't think about it!" He chanted repeatedly, over and over again.
Because of this he was most startled when the bird flew into his face and began pecking him. With one hand tightly gripping at the wall he sent a wildly moving hand toward the flying monster.
Now with his eyes tightly shut (to prevent the gouging of his eyes) he didn't witness the bird flying away.
So his hand slapped his face.
"Argg!" judging by the yell he was suffering quite badly and was in just a pinch of pain.
It really was a shame that he was wearing so many rings.
"Tweet tweet tweeeet!" the bird sang, fluttering above out of reach. He merely growled and once again tried to grab the bird and bring it to its death. Nothing personal of course. It was just cold hard hatred. That annoying little tweeter bastard had to die. Nothing personal at all!
Once again he tried to reach out and kill the bird and failed.
If only I could fly, he thought, as the robin flew in disturbingly fast circles around his head. If only I could fly.
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Neal's POV
He stepped into the courtyard; he was taking a little known short cut. The reason it was little known was because it wasn't really wise to go there. Not after the robin infestation. Ah, the robin infestation. Now as a near permanent resident of the Royal Palace for most of his life Neal had seen and heard a lot of interesting things. One of these had been the Robin Episode. It deserved capital letters.
Many had blamed the Wild Mage but truly it had not been her fault. It had been the numerous cats that had resided here. The key word being had.
Because of this wearing cat fur that winter had been the next new thing, after all they had to do something with all the fur. But luckily that fashion statement disappeared. The fur had always smelt strange.
Shaking his head he dismissed these thoughts and started walking faster. But the memories were imprinted in this place. Sometimes permanently he noted, noticing the dark but faded reddish brown stain beneath his feet.
That was when he heard the loud piercing yell.
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Joren's POV
His grip loosened and he knew he was going to fall, his stomach tightened at the though of it. He also knew at once there was going to be pain.
He fell.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" he screamed (rather shrill, even through he would rather die than admit it).
He readied himself for the landing. It came sooner than expected. It was also rather squishy and yet hard in other places. A mystery indeed. He hadn't known cobblestones were so soft. Who would of thought?
A groan came from under him. He looked through his hair (he really needed a cut but it was so pretty) and at the ground below him. No, it wasn't ground. It was a person! Well if you're going to be on top might as well get a feel.
"What! Why are you touching me like that?" that voice was too deep for a female, which means...
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Kel's POV
There was a loud ear-splitting shriek. She lifted her head up towards the sound. It had been faint but she had heard it. It seemed to have come from the robin courtyard and she had heard many disturbing rumours about it, through none had ever has told her the true story!
Her back ached. All this work and she wasn't even half done. A long night ahead and she was already in pain, the sad thing was that it was morning and she had also had a long day ahead. She sighs.
There is another shout and again her head is raised. She stares at the floor and then at the door. Should she? Yes! She might as well see what is happening.
Standing up and then hunching over because of the intense pain in her lower back she hobbles over to the door and upon opening it she instantaneously straightened and stared at the two young men in pure shock.
Surely... they weren't... they couldn't... it wasn't happening! She saw the blonde bastard fell him up!
She kicked at the ground and regretted it a moment later as the excruciating pain kicked in, she ignored it. She found her eyes drawn to the couple in the infamous courtyard.
She raised an eyebrow. Hmmm. You learn something new every day.
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Neal's POV
Something was grabbing his butt! He stilled for such a brief moment that the person above didn't notice. And then he reacted.
"What! Why are you touching me like that?" not the smartest thing in the world to say but someone (the pervy person, he had nicknamed in his head) was grasping something he didn't want grasped! Well... with his permission anyway.
The person jumped off and he could fell their gaze on him. He raised his face to inspect pervy person but before he could do so the pervy person gasped and twisted his (at least he assumed it was a boy, it would be a strange girl being that tall with a flat broad chest) head around, hiding his face from view with a flick of pale blonde hair. The blonde hair stirred in the breeze (but the hair was very feminine).
Neal scanned his memory for someone he knew with blonde hair, that exacts kind of colour. Up came two blonde haired people. Lady Rhonilla of Charsdalerm and Joren of Stonemountain. They were distantly related he recalled. But either way was a fate worse than death. He didn't want these people attracted to him. Rhonilla because she was ugly and Joren because he was Joren i.e. a nasty despicable person.
And the person to Neal's horror and anticipation began to turn just as the breeze began to pick up but the crashing interrupted the unveiling and both his and the pervy person's eyes stared with attention at the edge of the court where there stood a figure.
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Joren's POV
His eyes were drawn to the shadowy figure; it's short hair stirring in the breeze. The breeze, was becoming more powerful with every moment yet such a thought was little known as it was doing it very slowly that one could not notice it was doing it unless you paid attention. The figure stepped backward, deeper into the shadows, all thoughts about breezes forgotten.
"Who's there?" shouted the fool, Nealan.
The figure turned and tried to open the door. The crashing! The breeze must have caused the door to close. But if that had happened, then that figure might have seen him touching that boy! He began racing forward to the figure in the shadows as it desperately tried to open the door.
"Hey you! Stop!" he yelled and would have began striding in the direction of the figure if the hand on his arm didn't stop him. He pivoted around quickly and looked at Nealan, "Let go of me!" then after an interlude, he hissed, "Do you want them to spread rumours about what happened? It looked quite embarrassing for both of us. Think of all the people who would know."
Nealan let go of his arm and dashed ahead and I quickly followed.
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Kel's POV
She struggled to open the door but it resisted her effort time and time again. The cool metal slid against her hands; she could find no purchase. Hearing voices behind her made her thoughts wilder and her once dry palms were sweaty, her breathing quickened.
A hand clasped her shoulder and she lest out an expulsion of breath and swung around head bowed low.
"Kel!" two voices said at once. She stared at them in the eye.
"How... why... why did you do it?" she stumbled over the words, breath hitching she stared at their colouring faces, the bright pink enveloping their faces as they turned their faces sideways. Joren cleared his throat and peeked at Neal nervously. Neal catching his eye stared back. Their faces pinker if possible, they were now verging on red.
"Well..." Neal started to say before trailing off dismally.
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Neal's POV
This was the single most embarrassing moment of his life. Nothing could get worse than this. If something could he might as well die here.
"Well..." he tried to say something to explain this strange situation but stopped. What actually had happened? Joren had groped him and he had reacted accordingly. Nothing was wrong. He had done nothing wrong, Joren had. Joren was the one to blame.
"It was him! He landed on me! I don't know how but he did. He grabbed my left cheek and I mean that left cheek," he clarified in a rush.
Joren stared at him in shock, "I thought you were a girl! I like girls! I don't like boys, especially you!" Kel was looking at them with a semi surprised, semi amused expression on her face. He wondered why...
"So let me get this straight. Joren fell on top of Neal and touched his left cheek because he thought Neal was a girl?"
"Yes!" Joren and Neal yelled together not realizing how bad that previous sentence sounded for the both of them.
"Oh... why did Joren fall on top of Neal?" that was a good question.
"I was trying to kill robins."
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Joren's POV
"I was trying to kill robins." Oh why did it sound so much better in his head but when he said it aloud it sounded incredibly stupid? And judging by their expressions they think the same. Sigh. Everything bad happens to me. I am never understood. No one appreciates me... "No one love me, everybody hates me, I think I'll eat a worm..." he stared at Neal and Kel exchanging worried looks, "What? Can't I talk?"
"Yes of course you can talk. But please don't sing. Your voice truly one of the worst I've heard and I could go on forever but I'll be nice and stop," the utter moron Nealan smiled maliciously.
"Neal!" Kel slapped his arm, a bit too gently in Joren's opinion but it was satisfying.
"Sorry," he grunted the inhuman brute that he is. He glared at him resentfully while Kel scowled at Neal.
"Oh having a lover's tiff, are we? But who is fighting whom? And who are the lovers?" a cool voice interrupted their thoughts and Joren turned at glowered at the cloaked man, his cloak moving with wind and a gust came towards them messing up his hair, hiding his face, shrouding the stranger from view. When he had pulled his hair behind his ears, he was shocked! His eyes widened in surprise at the man. He was so much close than before, and the way he was staring at Kel more than warranted violent actions.
But as soon as he had thought this, he couldn't move. He was frozen in the motion. He could barely think, it was so difficult.
The man stared at him, the man's cold brown eyes showing no emotion. A chunk of ragged black hair fell across the man's face. He smiled but there was no true emotion from it.
"You! You were there! How could you be here? I made sure you couldn't leave. How...?" what was she talking about?
The man began to laugh and Joren felt a cold shiver of fear race up his spine. How cliché.
End Chapter Seven
Please R/R!
AN: Thank you to the people who reviewed. Pretty long chapter, over 2000 words! Hope you enjoy it!
The Bump Chapter Seven
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Joren's POV
He made a lunge towards the Robin but once again narrowly missed. He had grasped nothing except air.
"Damn!" he cursed and as he did so he glanced downwards. He swallowed, gulping down the last salvia in his mouth, a sick feeling in his stomach creeping out. He sharply brought his gaze back to the bird.
He wasn't afraid of heights. No how could he be? But he didn't like falling down on to the hard cobblestones below. His head cracking open, his blood seeping into the ground and – "Don't think about! Don't think about it!" He chanted repeatedly, over and over again.
Because of this he was most startled when the bird flew into his face and began pecking him. With one hand tightly gripping at the wall he sent a wildly moving hand toward the flying monster.
Now with his eyes tightly shut (to prevent the gouging of his eyes) he didn't witness the bird flying away.
So his hand slapped his face.
"Argg!" judging by the yell he was suffering quite badly and was in just a pinch of pain.
It really was a shame that he was wearing so many rings.
"Tweet tweet tweeeet!" the bird sang, fluttering above out of reach. He merely growled and once again tried to grab the bird and bring it to its death. Nothing personal of course. It was just cold hard hatred. That annoying little tweeter bastard had to die. Nothing personal at all!
Once again he tried to reach out and kill the bird and failed.
If only I could fly, he thought, as the robin flew in disturbingly fast circles around his head. If only I could fly.
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Neal's POV
He stepped into the courtyard; he was taking a little known short cut. The reason it was little known was because it wasn't really wise to go there. Not after the robin infestation. Ah, the robin infestation. Now as a near permanent resident of the Royal Palace for most of his life Neal had seen and heard a lot of interesting things. One of these had been the Robin Episode. It deserved capital letters.
Many had blamed the Wild Mage but truly it had not been her fault. It had been the numerous cats that had resided here. The key word being had.
Because of this wearing cat fur that winter had been the next new thing, after all they had to do something with all the fur. But luckily that fashion statement disappeared. The fur had always smelt strange.
Shaking his head he dismissed these thoughts and started walking faster. But the memories were imprinted in this place. Sometimes permanently he noted, noticing the dark but faded reddish brown stain beneath his feet.
That was when he heard the loud piercing yell.
************
Joren's POV
His grip loosened and he knew he was going to fall, his stomach tightened at the though of it. He also knew at once there was going to be pain.
He fell.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" he screamed (rather shrill, even through he would rather die than admit it).
He readied himself for the landing. It came sooner than expected. It was also rather squishy and yet hard in other places. A mystery indeed. He hadn't known cobblestones were so soft. Who would of thought?
A groan came from under him. He looked through his hair (he really needed a cut but it was so pretty) and at the ground below him. No, it wasn't ground. It was a person! Well if you're going to be on top might as well get a feel.
"What! Why are you touching me like that?" that voice was too deep for a female, which means...
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Kel's POV
There was a loud ear-splitting shriek. She lifted her head up towards the sound. It had been faint but she had heard it. It seemed to have come from the robin courtyard and she had heard many disturbing rumours about it, through none had ever has told her the true story!
Her back ached. All this work and she wasn't even half done. A long night ahead and she was already in pain, the sad thing was that it was morning and she had also had a long day ahead. She sighs.
There is another shout and again her head is raised. She stares at the floor and then at the door. Should she? Yes! She might as well see what is happening.
Standing up and then hunching over because of the intense pain in her lower back she hobbles over to the door and upon opening it she instantaneously straightened and stared at the two young men in pure shock.
Surely... they weren't... they couldn't... it wasn't happening! She saw the blonde bastard fell him up!
She kicked at the ground and regretted it a moment later as the excruciating pain kicked in, she ignored it. She found her eyes drawn to the couple in the infamous courtyard.
She raised an eyebrow. Hmmm. You learn something new every day.
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Neal's POV
Something was grabbing his butt! He stilled for such a brief moment that the person above didn't notice. And then he reacted.
"What! Why are you touching me like that?" not the smartest thing in the world to say but someone (the pervy person, he had nicknamed in his head) was grasping something he didn't want grasped! Well... with his permission anyway.
The person jumped off and he could fell their gaze on him. He raised his face to inspect pervy person but before he could do so the pervy person gasped and twisted his (at least he assumed it was a boy, it would be a strange girl being that tall with a flat broad chest) head around, hiding his face from view with a flick of pale blonde hair. The blonde hair stirred in the breeze (but the hair was very feminine).
Neal scanned his memory for someone he knew with blonde hair, that exacts kind of colour. Up came two blonde haired people. Lady Rhonilla of Charsdalerm and Joren of Stonemountain. They were distantly related he recalled. But either way was a fate worse than death. He didn't want these people attracted to him. Rhonilla because she was ugly and Joren because he was Joren i.e. a nasty despicable person.
And the person to Neal's horror and anticipation began to turn just as the breeze began to pick up but the crashing interrupted the unveiling and both his and the pervy person's eyes stared with attention at the edge of the court where there stood a figure.
************
Joren's POV
His eyes were drawn to the shadowy figure; it's short hair stirring in the breeze. The breeze, was becoming more powerful with every moment yet such a thought was little known as it was doing it very slowly that one could not notice it was doing it unless you paid attention. The figure stepped backward, deeper into the shadows, all thoughts about breezes forgotten.
"Who's there?" shouted the fool, Nealan.
The figure turned and tried to open the door. The crashing! The breeze must have caused the door to close. But if that had happened, then that figure might have seen him touching that boy! He began racing forward to the figure in the shadows as it desperately tried to open the door.
"Hey you! Stop!" he yelled and would have began striding in the direction of the figure if the hand on his arm didn't stop him. He pivoted around quickly and looked at Nealan, "Let go of me!" then after an interlude, he hissed, "Do you want them to spread rumours about what happened? It looked quite embarrassing for both of us. Think of all the people who would know."
Nealan let go of his arm and dashed ahead and I quickly followed.
************
Kel's POV
She struggled to open the door but it resisted her effort time and time again. The cool metal slid against her hands; she could find no purchase. Hearing voices behind her made her thoughts wilder and her once dry palms were sweaty, her breathing quickened.
A hand clasped her shoulder and she lest out an expulsion of breath and swung around head bowed low.
"Kel!" two voices said at once. She stared at them in the eye.
"How... why... why did you do it?" she stumbled over the words, breath hitching she stared at their colouring faces, the bright pink enveloping their faces as they turned their faces sideways. Joren cleared his throat and peeked at Neal nervously. Neal catching his eye stared back. Their faces pinker if possible, they were now verging on red.
"Well..." Neal started to say before trailing off dismally.
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Neal's POV
This was the single most embarrassing moment of his life. Nothing could get worse than this. If something could he might as well die here.
"Well..." he tried to say something to explain this strange situation but stopped. What actually had happened? Joren had groped him and he had reacted accordingly. Nothing was wrong. He had done nothing wrong, Joren had. Joren was the one to blame.
"It was him! He landed on me! I don't know how but he did. He grabbed my left cheek and I mean that left cheek," he clarified in a rush.
Joren stared at him in shock, "I thought you were a girl! I like girls! I don't like boys, especially you!" Kel was looking at them with a semi surprised, semi amused expression on her face. He wondered why...
"So let me get this straight. Joren fell on top of Neal and touched his left cheek because he thought Neal was a girl?"
"Yes!" Joren and Neal yelled together not realizing how bad that previous sentence sounded for the both of them.
"Oh... why did Joren fall on top of Neal?" that was a good question.
"I was trying to kill robins."
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Joren's POV
"I was trying to kill robins." Oh why did it sound so much better in his head but when he said it aloud it sounded incredibly stupid? And judging by their expressions they think the same. Sigh. Everything bad happens to me. I am never understood. No one appreciates me... "No one love me, everybody hates me, I think I'll eat a worm..." he stared at Neal and Kel exchanging worried looks, "What? Can't I talk?"
"Yes of course you can talk. But please don't sing. Your voice truly one of the worst I've heard and I could go on forever but I'll be nice and stop," the utter moron Nealan smiled maliciously.
"Neal!" Kel slapped his arm, a bit too gently in Joren's opinion but it was satisfying.
"Sorry," he grunted the inhuman brute that he is. He glared at him resentfully while Kel scowled at Neal.
"Oh having a lover's tiff, are we? But who is fighting whom? And who are the lovers?" a cool voice interrupted their thoughts and Joren turned at glowered at the cloaked man, his cloak moving with wind and a gust came towards them messing up his hair, hiding his face, shrouding the stranger from view. When he had pulled his hair behind his ears, he was shocked! His eyes widened in surprise at the man. He was so much close than before, and the way he was staring at Kel more than warranted violent actions.
But as soon as he had thought this, he couldn't move. He was frozen in the motion. He could barely think, it was so difficult.
The man stared at him, the man's cold brown eyes showing no emotion. A chunk of ragged black hair fell across the man's face. He smiled but there was no true emotion from it.
"You! You were there! How could you be here? I made sure you couldn't leave. How...?" what was she talking about?
The man began to laugh and Joren felt a cold shiver of fear race up his spine. How cliché.
End Chapter Seven
Please R/R!
