Dust was rising, in the distance. Every single person in the castle ran to the walls, trying to get a good view. All of them hoped to catch a glance of the Lioness or the Protector of the Small.
The castle walls were cram packed with the servants and the nobles. The nobles, stood right next to the wall, having the best view out of anyone. All of the servants were pushing and shoving, trying to get a better view. As there was no barrier wall, on the inside of the defense wall, many people nearly fell to the stone floor below.
Kella rushed up the stairs, at the very end of the long line of people hoping to find a place to stand. She was out of luck. The only place where she could stand was at the very back. Only half of one of her feet fit onto the wall, while the rest of her foot, and the other foot, stood, or hung, off of the wall.
She stood on her tiptoes, hoping to catch a glimpse of the two lady knights. Some people still did not believe that the king would allow woman to join the army.
While standing on her tiptoes, trying to see over the other's heads she heard her mother's high-pitched voice call her name.
"Kellan! Get down from there now! You could break your neck!"
It was a miracle that she didn't fall from the wall. She flayed her arms, and had to grab onto the shoulders of the man in front of her.
He turned around to give her a 'don't touch me' look.
She grimaced. Of all the people that she could have stood behind, it had to be the blacksmith. He was a grouch, only caring about himself. If it had been someone else behind him, besides Kella, he would have pushed them off the wall, to the ground below. But, after he saw who it was, he quickly changed his mind, and turned around.
Kella found that awfully strange. She had never seen his get upset at her, but she had seen it happen to other unfortunate people. But she shook of her confusion, as she looked around to find her mother.
But, before she could find her, a fist came out of nowhere, punching her in the stomach.
Losing her balance, Kella fell back, off of the wall. She wasn't able to shout for help, as she was winded. And it wouldn't have done much good, as no one would have been able to catch her in time.
Luckily, though, she had been standing right over the stables. A pile of hay lay right under where she had stood. She fell into it, just missing the pitchfork.
Looking up, to see who had pushed her, she saw Ret. A greasy blonde haired kid, he was the biggest bully of the castle. Kella had gotten onto the wrong side of him and his cronies a long time ago. He was always looking for a ways to torment Kella. The worst of it all was that he was an expert at changing his voice.
Kella's interest in the two lady knights was well known all through the castle. It was the perfect opportunity for Ret to torture her.
"Hurry on home! You don't want to be late for dinner!"
Ret's mocking voice was not only mean, but also a warning. If Kella tried to go back up the wall, Ret's cronies would push her off. And next time she might not be so lucky as to land on in a hay stack.
She pulled herself out of the hay, brushing off most of the silage that still clung to her.
Solemnly, she headed on home, with her head hanging.
The castle walls were cram packed with the servants and the nobles. The nobles, stood right next to the wall, having the best view out of anyone. All of the servants were pushing and shoving, trying to get a better view. As there was no barrier wall, on the inside of the defense wall, many people nearly fell to the stone floor below.
Kella rushed up the stairs, at the very end of the long line of people hoping to find a place to stand. She was out of luck. The only place where she could stand was at the very back. Only half of one of her feet fit onto the wall, while the rest of her foot, and the other foot, stood, or hung, off of the wall.
She stood on her tiptoes, hoping to catch a glimpse of the two lady knights. Some people still did not believe that the king would allow woman to join the army.
While standing on her tiptoes, trying to see over the other's heads she heard her mother's high-pitched voice call her name.
"Kellan! Get down from there now! You could break your neck!"
It was a miracle that she didn't fall from the wall. She flayed her arms, and had to grab onto the shoulders of the man in front of her.
He turned around to give her a 'don't touch me' look.
She grimaced. Of all the people that she could have stood behind, it had to be the blacksmith. He was a grouch, only caring about himself. If it had been someone else behind him, besides Kella, he would have pushed them off the wall, to the ground below. But, after he saw who it was, he quickly changed his mind, and turned around.
Kella found that awfully strange. She had never seen his get upset at her, but she had seen it happen to other unfortunate people. But she shook of her confusion, as she looked around to find her mother.
But, before she could find her, a fist came out of nowhere, punching her in the stomach.
Losing her balance, Kella fell back, off of the wall. She wasn't able to shout for help, as she was winded. And it wouldn't have done much good, as no one would have been able to catch her in time.
Luckily, though, she had been standing right over the stables. A pile of hay lay right under where she had stood. She fell into it, just missing the pitchfork.
Looking up, to see who had pushed her, she saw Ret. A greasy blonde haired kid, he was the biggest bully of the castle. Kella had gotten onto the wrong side of him and his cronies a long time ago. He was always looking for a ways to torment Kella. The worst of it all was that he was an expert at changing his voice.
Kella's interest in the two lady knights was well known all through the castle. It was the perfect opportunity for Ret to torture her.
"Hurry on home! You don't want to be late for dinner!"
Ret's mocking voice was not only mean, but also a warning. If Kella tried to go back up the wall, Ret's cronies would push her off. And next time she might not be so lucky as to land on in a hay stack.
She pulled herself out of the hay, brushing off most of the silage that still clung to her.
Solemnly, she headed on home, with her head hanging.