Authors Note: Well...I didn't get any reviews this time, but that's ok. I'll continue the story. I'm re-writing a Harry Potter story at the current moment, so this story will be ignored for a bit. It doesn't matter because it's not much of a success.
CHAPTER 4
"AHHHHHHH!!" I screamed. I started breathing heavily. I had a nightmare but I suddenly forgot it. I suddenly realized that I was hungry (I hadn't had dinner at the ball) and made my way for the kitchens after I put a thin silk robe over my nightgown. I kept my sword in my robes just in case there was a scoundrel running around the castle. The castle was dark at night, yet I was so familiar with it even though it was my first time in 7 years sleeping here. When I got to the kitchens I reached over for a candle. But right before I grabbed it, someone seized me from behind, and put their hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming. A sword was soon brought up to my throat. My hand reached over to my waist and I took out my own sword. Immediately I was released, and a candle light appeared from my opponent. My opponent brought it up between us and-
"Well, well looks like everyone's pretty sorceress wanders at night," said Gareth.
"And it looks hero of the ladies likes to attack the Kings own goddaughter. I imagine that your deed will destroy your reputation in court," I smirked.
"How'd I know it was you? There's no light! As far I'm concerned, you could be thief!" he claimed.
"Oh really! Do you honestly expect me to believe that thieves wear silk robes?" I bellowed.
"How should I know what material you were wearing the dark?" he questioned dumbly.
"Have you no hands? You were practically squeezing me a minute ago! Trying to kill me more like! And don't you dare contradict me," I warned.
"Fine I agree, but that doesn't show your identity," he argued.
"Oh so you'd hit a girl? Isn't against the code chivalry to hit a courtier?" I questioned.
"You're not a courtier, you're a sorcerer so I guess it doesn't matter," he said meanly. "Your business in the kitchen is..?
"I was hungry. I didn't eat last night quarreling with you," I said annoyed. "What's your business? To point swords at innocent people's throat?"
"I-," he said but was soon interrupted by the large blow of wind that blew our candle. The windows of the small kitchen opened, sending leaves from outside everywhere. The whole place turned cold, and I found myself hugging my robe closer to me. This wasn't normal storm was it? I could instantly feel magic in the air. I ran to the window to see if anyone was out there. But soon both of us heard an, "AHHHHHHHHHH!" It sounded like a girls scream. I turned around, "Someone's in trouble." But before I knew it the both of us were racing to the front door. When we were outside if took us no time to find the screamer on her knee's, by a tree, weeping with a dress in her hands. I recognized her to be Lady Delia.
"What's wrong My Lady?" asked Gareth.
"This awful wind- came and my dress was lying on a chair by the -window- for me to- wear tomorrow. It blew away- the dress. And this dress was a token -that the- prince gave me," she said in between sobs. I, on the other hand was going hysterics. She was crying over a dress and was getting worried for no reason! Trying to hold my laughter was difficult. Gareth was more sympathetic, and was glaring at me with his hand over her shoulder.
"If you'd like, we could get a dress just like this one for you," he exclaimed.
"No, it has to be from the prince," she said all red eyed. "Anyways, what are you two doing up at this hour?" she asked turning to me.
"I was in the kitchen. I, err, forgot to eat last night at the ball. Sir Gareth was there too. His purpose, that I do not know," I said. "I shall leave now. I'm awfully hungry." I said and left running. The moment I entered the kitchen, I rummaged through the cupboards for anything interesting. Suddenly I felt cold...and weak.
"What brings you up at this hour Adept Arieda?" said a voice I knew to be haunting.
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CHAPTER 4
"AHHHHHHH!!" I screamed. I started breathing heavily. I had a nightmare but I suddenly forgot it. I suddenly realized that I was hungry (I hadn't had dinner at the ball) and made my way for the kitchens after I put a thin silk robe over my nightgown. I kept my sword in my robes just in case there was a scoundrel running around the castle. The castle was dark at night, yet I was so familiar with it even though it was my first time in 7 years sleeping here. When I got to the kitchens I reached over for a candle. But right before I grabbed it, someone seized me from behind, and put their hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming. A sword was soon brought up to my throat. My hand reached over to my waist and I took out my own sword. Immediately I was released, and a candle light appeared from my opponent. My opponent brought it up between us and-
"Well, well looks like everyone's pretty sorceress wanders at night," said Gareth.
"And it looks hero of the ladies likes to attack the Kings own goddaughter. I imagine that your deed will destroy your reputation in court," I smirked.
"How'd I know it was you? There's no light! As far I'm concerned, you could be thief!" he claimed.
"Oh really! Do you honestly expect me to believe that thieves wear silk robes?" I bellowed.
"How should I know what material you were wearing the dark?" he questioned dumbly.
"Have you no hands? You were practically squeezing me a minute ago! Trying to kill me more like! And don't you dare contradict me," I warned.
"Fine I agree, but that doesn't show your identity," he argued.
"Oh so you'd hit a girl? Isn't against the code chivalry to hit a courtier?" I questioned.
"You're not a courtier, you're a sorcerer so I guess it doesn't matter," he said meanly. "Your business in the kitchen is..?
"I was hungry. I didn't eat last night quarreling with you," I said annoyed. "What's your business? To point swords at innocent people's throat?"
"I-," he said but was soon interrupted by the large blow of wind that blew our candle. The windows of the small kitchen opened, sending leaves from outside everywhere. The whole place turned cold, and I found myself hugging my robe closer to me. This wasn't normal storm was it? I could instantly feel magic in the air. I ran to the window to see if anyone was out there. But soon both of us heard an, "AHHHHHHHHHH!" It sounded like a girls scream. I turned around, "Someone's in trouble." But before I knew it the both of us were racing to the front door. When we were outside if took us no time to find the screamer on her knee's, by a tree, weeping with a dress in her hands. I recognized her to be Lady Delia.
"What's wrong My Lady?" asked Gareth.
"This awful wind- came and my dress was lying on a chair by the -window- for me to- wear tomorrow. It blew away- the dress. And this dress was a token -that the- prince gave me," she said in between sobs. I, on the other hand was going hysterics. She was crying over a dress and was getting worried for no reason! Trying to hold my laughter was difficult. Gareth was more sympathetic, and was glaring at me with his hand over her shoulder.
"If you'd like, we could get a dress just like this one for you," he exclaimed.
"No, it has to be from the prince," she said all red eyed. "Anyways, what are you two doing up at this hour?" she asked turning to me.
"I was in the kitchen. I, err, forgot to eat last night at the ball. Sir Gareth was there too. His purpose, that I do not know," I said. "I shall leave now. I'm awfully hungry." I said and left running. The moment I entered the kitchen, I rummaged through the cupboards for anything interesting. Suddenly I felt cold...and weak.
"What brings you up at this hour Adept Arieda?" said a voice I knew to be haunting.
Authors note: Hope you liked it. Please review.