Disclaimer: I own all that isn't mentioned in the books!
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I'm so sorry I haven't written in so long (although a received no reviews for chapter 15) but my life has been excessively busy. I am the bride's maid for my 'sister's' wedding, My family is moving across the country in June and my dad is already established residence there and my science fair project is falling behind, and my mind refuses to get off the idea a new plot for a new story.
Please forgive me! I also wish to say that I probably got no new reviews because chapter 15 either offended everyone or thought there was nothing but that note.
I have erased my disgraceful note from the chapter, leaving a very short entry into this story. So I pray I have not lost all my readers and tell you this is a chapter not just me babbling.
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Lessons continued on.
Devon started to learn how to wield a staff and several different punches.
She learned how to work mathematics and how to tell different kinds of words, parts of speech and phrases. She had a talent for speaking. She wasn't very good at writing, her penmanship was atrocious and she had difficulty with spelling words.
Three months had past when, on a Monday morning, Alanna and Gary strolled into the field.
Ulf looked up startled. They rarely got company, and he had only met 'Alan' and Gary once
"DEVY!" Alanna cried out.
Devon jumped up from where she had been resting
"La....Alan what are you doing here?" Devon asked, startled.
"Duke Gareth gave me and Gary the morning off. We wanted to know if you guys would come with us to the city." Alanna grinned.
Devon winced. She had not gone back into the city since the whole fight. She absently ran her fingertip along the scar now permanently marring her face. It honestly wasn't a horrible thing; Alanna had healed it so there was no real disfiguring. The only real difference was that the curved, thin line around her eye was colorless in contrast to her tanned skin; it was perfectly smooth and blended into to face. Noah had said that it almost looked as though she had had it tattooed there on purpose.
Both Beth and Devon had promptly slapped him.
"I suppose a day off wouldn't kill any of us." Ulf said with a soft smile
"I'll pass," Beth said. "Thanks anyway though. I think I'll catch up on some sleep."
"I'm going to go see if Colin can get away from the smithy." Noah added
Devon smiled "I would love to come. After all it's Coram's birthday and we need to get him a present."
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2 hours later. Devon stepped out of the baker's shop with a fresh bag of honey filled scones and apple tarts.
She looked up just in time to see Gary and Alanna enter a doorway.
To a place she hadn't even realized they where so close to
The Dancing Dove.
In a flash she ran off to follow them.
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George Cooper smiled at Alan and Gary. As usual his site was correct, he could tell it had been right of him to befriend the young purple-eyed page.
Purple eyes.
Why was that so familiar?
Five seconds later when the door to the Dove opened and an all to familiar girl stomped in. The same girl who had been the only difference was a thin white scar on her cheek. That and the pure rage flaming in her purple eyes.
Purple eyes.
Oh Crap!
"Devy?" Alan asked in surprise.
"You shameless thief!" the girl, 'Devy' roared.
George blinked. Then blinked again. Then turned to Gary, who looked utterly confused.
"Gary. Can you get the little lass outside? We need to talk. All four of us."
With a suspicious nod Gary stood, strode over to the brunette, scooped her over one shoulder and walked out of the Dove. George grabbed Alan by the collar and followed.
The other people inside the Dove blinked but said nothing.
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"Calm down Devy!" Alan screamed as Devy tried to jump on George the moment Gary put her down.
"I'll kill you if you lay one finger on my s-." Devy screamed to be interrupted by Alan
"SHUT UP DEVY!"
"NO! This is the bloody bastard made the brute beat Beth, Noah and I!"
"DEVON! If I hear you curse once more I will tell Coram and he will tan your hide!" In a swift moment he turned and glared at George. "You allowed your thug to inflict harm upon my baby sister!"
Alan was obviously in a rage, George refrained from pointing out that the girl, whom he now knew was Devon or Devy, looked hardly younger than Alan himself. A quick glance at the girl confirmed that she would forever bear the scar of that attack. George sighed.
"Gustav was supposed to rob you, I never intended for him to harm you in such a manor." He said apologetically.
"Oh sure! So I'm scared for life and your sorry? Well to bad!" The girl was obviously upset.
"Devy, leave George be please." Alan said, "He never intended for you to be harmed."
"If he harms you I will kill him with my bare hands!"
"I am quite capable of caring for my self!" Alan shouted to his sister
From this point on the two continued to bicker over their own abilities of self-defense. George soon learned that Devon was a student to the Shang Wolf, was 10, which confused him until Alan screamed that he had always protected Devon since the moment her mother dropped her on their father's door step, which led George to conclude that Devon was illegitimate and therefore Alan's half sister.
The fight continued for nearly twenty minuets till Gary, the poor lad had been caught in the middle, pointed out that Alan and her had to return or face punishment. He and Alan walked away. Devon followed, stopped, spun, kicked him in the shin, spun back around and ran off."
Oh yes, his sight never failed him. Life was getting a tad more interesting.
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I'm so sorry I haven't written in so long (although a received no reviews for chapter 15) but my life has been excessively busy. I am the bride's maid for my 'sister's' wedding, My family is moving across the country in June and my dad is already established residence there and my science fair project is falling behind, and my mind refuses to get off the idea a new plot for a new story.
Please forgive me! I also wish to say that I probably got no new reviews because chapter 15 either offended everyone or thought there was nothing but that note.
I have erased my disgraceful note from the chapter, leaving a very short entry into this story. So I pray I have not lost all my readers and tell you this is a chapter not just me babbling.
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Lessons continued on.
Devon started to learn how to wield a staff and several different punches.
She learned how to work mathematics and how to tell different kinds of words, parts of speech and phrases. She had a talent for speaking. She wasn't very good at writing, her penmanship was atrocious and she had difficulty with spelling words.
Three months had past when, on a Monday morning, Alanna and Gary strolled into the field.
Ulf looked up startled. They rarely got company, and he had only met 'Alan' and Gary once
"DEVY!" Alanna cried out.
Devon jumped up from where she had been resting
"La....Alan what are you doing here?" Devon asked, startled.
"Duke Gareth gave me and Gary the morning off. We wanted to know if you guys would come with us to the city." Alanna grinned.
Devon winced. She had not gone back into the city since the whole fight. She absently ran her fingertip along the scar now permanently marring her face. It honestly wasn't a horrible thing; Alanna had healed it so there was no real disfiguring. The only real difference was that the curved, thin line around her eye was colorless in contrast to her tanned skin; it was perfectly smooth and blended into to face. Noah had said that it almost looked as though she had had it tattooed there on purpose.
Both Beth and Devon had promptly slapped him.
"I suppose a day off wouldn't kill any of us." Ulf said with a soft smile
"I'll pass," Beth said. "Thanks anyway though. I think I'll catch up on some sleep."
"I'm going to go see if Colin can get away from the smithy." Noah added
Devon smiled "I would love to come. After all it's Coram's birthday and we need to get him a present."
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2 hours later. Devon stepped out of the baker's shop with a fresh bag of honey filled scones and apple tarts.
She looked up just in time to see Gary and Alanna enter a doorway.
To a place she hadn't even realized they where so close to
The Dancing Dove.
In a flash she ran off to follow them.
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George Cooper smiled at Alan and Gary. As usual his site was correct, he could tell it had been right of him to befriend the young purple-eyed page.
Purple eyes.
Why was that so familiar?
Five seconds later when the door to the Dove opened and an all to familiar girl stomped in. The same girl who had been the only difference was a thin white scar on her cheek. That and the pure rage flaming in her purple eyes.
Purple eyes.
Oh Crap!
"Devy?" Alan asked in surprise.
"You shameless thief!" the girl, 'Devy' roared.
George blinked. Then blinked again. Then turned to Gary, who looked utterly confused.
"Gary. Can you get the little lass outside? We need to talk. All four of us."
With a suspicious nod Gary stood, strode over to the brunette, scooped her over one shoulder and walked out of the Dove. George grabbed Alan by the collar and followed.
The other people inside the Dove blinked but said nothing.
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"Calm down Devy!" Alan screamed as Devy tried to jump on George the moment Gary put her down.
"I'll kill you if you lay one finger on my s-." Devy screamed to be interrupted by Alan
"SHUT UP DEVY!"
"NO! This is the bloody bastard made the brute beat Beth, Noah and I!"
"DEVON! If I hear you curse once more I will tell Coram and he will tan your hide!" In a swift moment he turned and glared at George. "You allowed your thug to inflict harm upon my baby sister!"
Alan was obviously in a rage, George refrained from pointing out that the girl, whom he now knew was Devon or Devy, looked hardly younger than Alan himself. A quick glance at the girl confirmed that she would forever bear the scar of that attack. George sighed.
"Gustav was supposed to rob you, I never intended for him to harm you in such a manor." He said apologetically.
"Oh sure! So I'm scared for life and your sorry? Well to bad!" The girl was obviously upset.
"Devy, leave George be please." Alan said, "He never intended for you to be harmed."
"If he harms you I will kill him with my bare hands!"
"I am quite capable of caring for my self!" Alan shouted to his sister
From this point on the two continued to bicker over their own abilities of self-defense. George soon learned that Devon was a student to the Shang Wolf, was 10, which confused him until Alan screamed that he had always protected Devon since the moment her mother dropped her on their father's door step, which led George to conclude that Devon was illegitimate and therefore Alan's half sister.
The fight continued for nearly twenty minuets till Gary, the poor lad had been caught in the middle, pointed out that Alan and her had to return or face punishment. He and Alan walked away. Devon followed, stopped, spun, kicked him in the shin, spun back around and ran off."
Oh yes, his sight never failed him. Life was getting a tad more interesting.