Wow, sorry people...I just read through that last chapter and say wow. Next
time I shall try harder. I swear. And if you were curious, I spell "day" as
dey. So no, that is not a typo.
REMEMBER KIMMY=ISIS!
Disclaimer: this is based in Tamora Pierce's world...not my own...so many of the references are hers....not mine.
Oh, and by the way, I didn't really know what to do for thoughts, so I put the thoughts between astrix (*)
Chapter Two:
"Kimmy?"
Isis looked up into her mother's face, startled.
"I hate it when you start daydreaming like that! I never know what you are thinking. Maybe I should confiscate those books until you can start showing me respect when I talk to you!"
"I'm sorry, mother."
"I'm tired of hearing that from you! Go to your room, and I don't want to hear any more from you tonight!"
Isis returned to her room, being careful to tread lightly as she ascended the staircase. She climbed to her room on the third story and top floor of the building, walked into a small hallway. There were two doors: one was hers; the other belonged to the attic. She was the only one who lived on this floor.
Walking into her bedroom, Isis decided that she was going to go out again. She changed into her "street clothes," pants and a shirt. Normally, she had to wear a dress (courtesy of her mother). When she was in the streets, playing the part of a thief, however, her mother had no influence on her. Largely because her mother had no idea that "Kimmy" was Isis and involved with the rogue.
Feeling giddy in her dark clothes, Isis made her way over to the window. She looked down, and listened to see if anyone was coming (her window faced a dark alley that was rarely entered by anyone else). No one was coming, so she slipped down the metal pipe attached to her room. People watching this would be amazed that a girl could slip something that appeared so fragile. Isis was light though, and careful: she did not want to fall three stories.
She glided through the alleyway, heading for the Dancing Dove. As she approached the main street, a thought struck her. *I haven't checked the jewel for value! I shouldn't offer something that might be rubbish! Or really expensive!* With this, Isis took out the jewel.
It was glowing softly, causing her to shove it under her shirt and run into a nearby clump of bushes so that she could look at it without worrying about the problem of passerby who might see what she was doing. She didn't want to risk that.
When Isis took the jewel back out from under her shirt, it was glowing more brightly than it had before: it seemed to have some sort of reaction with her skin. But the jewel! It was the colour of a diamond, but it kept changing, sometimes with blue tinges, sometimes with red tinges, and sometimes with purple and gold and green. It was beautiful.
While she was looking at the jewel, a poem she had heard as a child, far back into her memory, came into her mind, as if summoned:
"In the time of need
The goddess' daughter
Will come to the aid of her people
First they will refuse her
Then they will adorn her
Burn her
But finally they will cherish her."
*Wow, that was really random, I must not be getting enough sleep* Isis though. She decided that she would keep the jewel, however, especially considering that the value was far beyond that of anything she had ever handled. It would be a waste to turn the thing in.
Isis decided that she would feel better if she went and stole something. She needed to stock up, anyway.
About to head out to the street, Isis heard someone was hurrying her way. *No one had better see me here. If mother finds out that I have been out of palace grounds again, she will burn me alive!! Aulii had better have given me good advice, or I will drown her. I hope he's here! Where is he? He should be here by now*
The thoughts of a young girl, clearly a nervous one, were very clear. Soon a figure came onto the street where Isis stood, waiting in the brush.
As the bundled girl came closer, Isis could see that she was a person of noble rank. Somehow she could always tell these things. Most commoners could not tell, particularly if the royalty was disguised. Isis had always assumed that it was part of her magic; this was another thing she had never shared with anyone. Well, actually, she had never told anyone that she had the gift, nor was she planning to.
This girl was too nervous to notice a slender hand snake out from the bushes as she brushed past them or to feel a ring slipped off her finger. A very expensive ring. She continued to walk along that ally for the next 10 minutes and then, when she realized "he" had not come, made her way back up to the palace, disheartened.
A/N: (haha, im not telling you what she needs to stock up for) I will eventually though, never fear...
Please review!!! I will love you forever! Well, maybe not, but review anyway....and please tell me what I need help with (other than proofreading, I know im terrible) thanks for reading my story!!!!
Disclaimer: this is based in Tamora Pierce's world...not my own...so many of the references are hers....not mine.
Oh, and by the way, I didn't really know what to do for thoughts, so I put the thoughts between astrix (*)
Chapter Two:
"Kimmy?"
Isis looked up into her mother's face, startled.
"I hate it when you start daydreaming like that! I never know what you are thinking. Maybe I should confiscate those books until you can start showing me respect when I talk to you!"
"I'm sorry, mother."
"I'm tired of hearing that from you! Go to your room, and I don't want to hear any more from you tonight!"
Isis returned to her room, being careful to tread lightly as she ascended the staircase. She climbed to her room on the third story and top floor of the building, walked into a small hallway. There were two doors: one was hers; the other belonged to the attic. She was the only one who lived on this floor.
Walking into her bedroom, Isis decided that she was going to go out again. She changed into her "street clothes," pants and a shirt. Normally, she had to wear a dress (courtesy of her mother). When she was in the streets, playing the part of a thief, however, her mother had no influence on her. Largely because her mother had no idea that "Kimmy" was Isis and involved with the rogue.
Feeling giddy in her dark clothes, Isis made her way over to the window. She looked down, and listened to see if anyone was coming (her window faced a dark alley that was rarely entered by anyone else). No one was coming, so she slipped down the metal pipe attached to her room. People watching this would be amazed that a girl could slip something that appeared so fragile. Isis was light though, and careful: she did not want to fall three stories.
She glided through the alleyway, heading for the Dancing Dove. As she approached the main street, a thought struck her. *I haven't checked the jewel for value! I shouldn't offer something that might be rubbish! Or really expensive!* With this, Isis took out the jewel.
It was glowing softly, causing her to shove it under her shirt and run into a nearby clump of bushes so that she could look at it without worrying about the problem of passerby who might see what she was doing. She didn't want to risk that.
When Isis took the jewel back out from under her shirt, it was glowing more brightly than it had before: it seemed to have some sort of reaction with her skin. But the jewel! It was the colour of a diamond, but it kept changing, sometimes with blue tinges, sometimes with red tinges, and sometimes with purple and gold and green. It was beautiful.
While she was looking at the jewel, a poem she had heard as a child, far back into her memory, came into her mind, as if summoned:
"In the time of need
The goddess' daughter
Will come to the aid of her people
First they will refuse her
Then they will adorn her
Burn her
But finally they will cherish her."
*Wow, that was really random, I must not be getting enough sleep* Isis though. She decided that she would keep the jewel, however, especially considering that the value was far beyond that of anything she had ever handled. It would be a waste to turn the thing in.
Isis decided that she would feel better if she went and stole something. She needed to stock up, anyway.
About to head out to the street, Isis heard someone was hurrying her way. *No one had better see me here. If mother finds out that I have been out of palace grounds again, she will burn me alive!! Aulii had better have given me good advice, or I will drown her. I hope he's here! Where is he? He should be here by now*
The thoughts of a young girl, clearly a nervous one, were very clear. Soon a figure came onto the street where Isis stood, waiting in the brush.
As the bundled girl came closer, Isis could see that she was a person of noble rank. Somehow she could always tell these things. Most commoners could not tell, particularly if the royalty was disguised. Isis had always assumed that it was part of her magic; this was another thing she had never shared with anyone. Well, actually, she had never told anyone that she had the gift, nor was she planning to.
This girl was too nervous to notice a slender hand snake out from the bushes as she brushed past them or to feel a ring slipped off her finger. A very expensive ring. She continued to walk along that ally for the next 10 minutes and then, when she realized "he" had not come, made her way back up to the palace, disheartened.
A/N: (haha, im not telling you what she needs to stock up for) I will eventually though, never fear...
Please review!!! I will love you forever! Well, maybe not, but review anyway....and please tell me what I need help with (other than proofreading, I know im terrible) thanks for reading my story!!!!