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Author's Note: Sorry for not updating for a while but I have not had access to a computer for nearly a month. I would like to thank all those who reviewed. Your comments are very helpful.
That Morning Feeling
Chapter Six
Kel's POV
"Your Father?" Kel questioned, raising her eyebrow in disbelief wondering at impossibility of his father actually being here.
"Yes," Joren's reply was simple and to the point.
"Your Father. Your Father is in the courtyard. Your Father is in the courtyard under my window. Your Father who opposed me becoming a knight?" Kel's spurted, rushing over the words.
"Well I wouldn't put it that way, but in a weird way that is true but only if your mind is twisted and warped!" Joren angrily defended his father, his posture straightening out more firmly.
"Are you saying my mind is twisted and warped? Because if you are there will be hell to pay!" Kel snarled glaring at him as her words came out.
"That's exactly what I am saying, moron! Now hears an idea, I don't know why you didn't think it up yourself. I mean really, how stupid can you be? How about you check again if anybody is outside the door. And when there is not a soul, I will make a run for it, okay?" Joren smirked gleefully, "That is if it is not to hard for you to do it?"
"I will do but only because your fowl smell is stink up my room and I want to get rid of it and in getting rid of that stench I am getting rid of you!" Kel retorted, "And being the only person with brains in this room, please don't insult my intelligence!"
Joren merely rolled his eyes and gestured impatiently towards the door.
Kel sniffed and stalked over to the door head high. Roughly jerking it open, she shoved her head past the doorframe, looking left and right for people.
"Leave, there is no one there, leave," she demanded of Joren, she pointed outside her room, outside the safety of her room. Joren had to face the outside, now!
"Goodbye," he told her as he walked past her. She didn't answer.
She watched him leave. Half-naked. It was almost funny.
What was she thinking, it was funny.
Joren vanished from sight when he turned into another corridor.
She closed the door gently.
Joren's POV
He was screwed.
He turned in to another corridor; he picked up his pace from a walk to a slight jog.
He was half naked, alone in the Royal Palace with his father outside blocking any escape.
He was definitely screwed.
And that was when he heard the footsteps.
Screwed.
He froze.
His brain was working on over drive. It moved hid body around and set in it in motion of running forgetting pride and dignity.
His brain was working towards it's full potential.
Screwed.
The footsteps became louder, echoing in the corridor to his left.
He took a chance and opened a door to his right. Turning quickly he slammed the door behind him before the person in the corridor caught sight of him.
Cough.
Shit. There was somebody in this room, how could he explain this? He paused. That cough sounded awfully familiar. . .
"Joren you really are an idiot! Turn around moron!" Kel's voice sounded out. And if Kel's voice was here then Kel's body was here which meant. . . this was Kel's room. He had been so preoccupied that he had accidentally went in to her room!
She was going to think him an idiot. She was always so accusing and nasty to him. He had done nothing wrong to her. Women were such nasty creatures.
He slowly turned around. Internally dreading the conflict ahead, but his ego would have none of it and a sneer formed across his face. He opened his mouth in preparation of a retort to Kel's stinging words on his tongue.
But Kel wasn't there!
Wait she was. She was shaking her head in disbelief.
"I'm over here moron," she snapped angrily jerking her head up. "I do not know how you manage staying alive with your stupidity! It's amazing!"
Joren who was about to say a rather good comeback, stopped. He restrained himself. He took in a large gulp of air.
"Look I think this is not the time for arguments. We are in the same position as before and we need to figure out an answer. So go check if my Father still outside your window," Joren spoke.
Kel's POV
"Very well. Your plan does have some worth," she then began to walk swiftly to the window. Putting her hands on the window sill she leaned out slightly.
"He's gone," she half shouted, half whispered.
"Good! Now I can jump out and leave your accursed room!" saying that Joren stalked over to the window passing Kel, dismissing her shocked expression, he vaulted out of the window without a second thought.
Kel blinked.
Rushing over to the window she dismally thought of what a joyous occasion it would be- if only his blood didn't stain the cobblestones below her window. As we all know blood is impossible to get out of. . . well anything.
But when she reached the window popping her head out for the chance of seeing him and the blood on the cobblestones (which might sound nice at the present, it would be more trouble than it was worth. It would be rather to explain). He was nowhere to be seen.
That was not possible!
It was not possible for Joren to jump out of the window and disappear! Only the strongest mages could do that. Where could he be?
Shaking her head she backed a couple steps into her room and sank on to her bed, the bedding yielded to her weight.
It just was not possible.
Joren's POV
There was a brief rush of freedom as he leapt from the window. He was flying! Well that was what he was thinking until he crash landed into some shrubs below Kel's window.
There was a brief moment of numbness, which was very short lived. The pain came in full force over riding his thoughts for the time being.
"Oooowwww," he moaned, struggling to get up with all his cuts and already forming bruises hindering his body's movements.
Sighing, he gave up. He was to stunned and sore to move. So he decided to rest for the moment. What harm could it do?
End Chapter Six
What harm could befall Joren?
R/R!
Author's Note: Sorry for not updating for a while but I have not had access to a computer for nearly a month. I would like to thank all those who reviewed. Your comments are very helpful.
That Morning Feeling
Chapter Six
Kel's POV
"Your Father?" Kel questioned, raising her eyebrow in disbelief wondering at impossibility of his father actually being here.
"Yes," Joren's reply was simple and to the point.
"Your Father. Your Father is in the courtyard. Your Father is in the courtyard under my window. Your Father who opposed me becoming a knight?" Kel's spurted, rushing over the words.
"Well I wouldn't put it that way, but in a weird way that is true but only if your mind is twisted and warped!" Joren angrily defended his father, his posture straightening out more firmly.
"Are you saying my mind is twisted and warped? Because if you are there will be hell to pay!" Kel snarled glaring at him as her words came out.
"That's exactly what I am saying, moron! Now hears an idea, I don't know why you didn't think it up yourself. I mean really, how stupid can you be? How about you check again if anybody is outside the door. And when there is not a soul, I will make a run for it, okay?" Joren smirked gleefully, "That is if it is not to hard for you to do it?"
"I will do but only because your fowl smell is stink up my room and I want to get rid of it and in getting rid of that stench I am getting rid of you!" Kel retorted, "And being the only person with brains in this room, please don't insult my intelligence!"
Joren merely rolled his eyes and gestured impatiently towards the door.
Kel sniffed and stalked over to the door head high. Roughly jerking it open, she shoved her head past the doorframe, looking left and right for people.
"Leave, there is no one there, leave," she demanded of Joren, she pointed outside her room, outside the safety of her room. Joren had to face the outside, now!
"Goodbye," he told her as he walked past her. She didn't answer.
She watched him leave. Half-naked. It was almost funny.
What was she thinking, it was funny.
Joren vanished from sight when he turned into another corridor.
She closed the door gently.
Joren's POV
He was screwed.
He turned in to another corridor; he picked up his pace from a walk to a slight jog.
He was half naked, alone in the Royal Palace with his father outside blocking any escape.
He was definitely screwed.
And that was when he heard the footsteps.
Screwed.
He froze.
His brain was working on over drive. It moved hid body around and set in it in motion of running forgetting pride and dignity.
His brain was working towards it's full potential.
Screwed.
The footsteps became louder, echoing in the corridor to his left.
He took a chance and opened a door to his right. Turning quickly he slammed the door behind him before the person in the corridor caught sight of him.
Cough.
Shit. There was somebody in this room, how could he explain this? He paused. That cough sounded awfully familiar. . .
"Joren you really are an idiot! Turn around moron!" Kel's voice sounded out. And if Kel's voice was here then Kel's body was here which meant. . . this was Kel's room. He had been so preoccupied that he had accidentally went in to her room!
She was going to think him an idiot. She was always so accusing and nasty to him. He had done nothing wrong to her. Women were such nasty creatures.
He slowly turned around. Internally dreading the conflict ahead, but his ego would have none of it and a sneer formed across his face. He opened his mouth in preparation of a retort to Kel's stinging words on his tongue.
But Kel wasn't there!
Wait she was. She was shaking her head in disbelief.
"I'm over here moron," she snapped angrily jerking her head up. "I do not know how you manage staying alive with your stupidity! It's amazing!"
Joren who was about to say a rather good comeback, stopped. He restrained himself. He took in a large gulp of air.
"Look I think this is not the time for arguments. We are in the same position as before and we need to figure out an answer. So go check if my Father still outside your window," Joren spoke.
Kel's POV
"Very well. Your plan does have some worth," she then began to walk swiftly to the window. Putting her hands on the window sill she leaned out slightly.
"He's gone," she half shouted, half whispered.
"Good! Now I can jump out and leave your accursed room!" saying that Joren stalked over to the window passing Kel, dismissing her shocked expression, he vaulted out of the window without a second thought.
Kel blinked.
Rushing over to the window she dismally thought of what a joyous occasion it would be- if only his blood didn't stain the cobblestones below her window. As we all know blood is impossible to get out of. . . well anything.
But when she reached the window popping her head out for the chance of seeing him and the blood on the cobblestones (which might sound nice at the present, it would be more trouble than it was worth. It would be rather to explain). He was nowhere to be seen.
That was not possible!
It was not possible for Joren to jump out of the window and disappear! Only the strongest mages could do that. Where could he be?
Shaking her head she backed a couple steps into her room and sank on to her bed, the bedding yielded to her weight.
It just was not possible.
Joren's POV
There was a brief rush of freedom as he leapt from the window. He was flying! Well that was what he was thinking until he crash landed into some shrubs below Kel's window.
There was a brief moment of numbness, which was very short lived. The pain came in full force over riding his thoughts for the time being.
"Oooowwww," he moaned, struggling to get up with all his cuts and already forming bruises hindering his body's movements.
Sighing, he gave up. He was to stunned and sore to move. So he decided to rest for the moment. What harm could it do?
End Chapter Six
What harm could befall Joren?
R/R!