Disclaimer: I own nothing. Actually I have decided I should make a list
of all that I own.
Devon The Tortallan Shang Ummm.... (Reaches into pocket of jeans she doesn't own) A piece of trident A penny A lint ball What was at one time a hair scrunchi that actually belonged to Ness. Or Mandy. Or Cat . (Tries to remember which of her 5 extremely annoying sisters she stole the object in question from.) Either way I don't own it so scratch that
The real number 7. My mind
Scratch that. I guess there is no number 7. Oh well.... Onto the story!
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Far from Corus, in a richly decorated chamber, Gustav knelt before a
large blood red cushioned chair and it's inhabit.
His voice was laced with fear as he spoke.
"I have failed master."
"I am aware of this."
Gustav swallowed and looked up. "It was not my fault. The King of the Rouge, he stopped me."
"Of course. Stand Gustav"
The man stood hesitantly.
"Don't look so frightened, I won't lay a finger on you."
Gustav gave a relieved smile. "You are a king soul, master."
"Yes I am, aren't I. But then mistakes do happen."
Gustav smiled and nodded, he opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a choked cry. He fell to the floor, a knife embedded in his stomach.
"But I don't tolerate them."
The speaker rose from her chair and exited the room.
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* 4 weeks later
"Owww." Devon cried out in pain as she fell to the ground, sporting a new bruise from where Noah's wooden practice sword had hit her knuckles.
"Noah, Devon that's enough." I have to meet with a friend in town. I'm giving you a free day." Ulf cried from the house. "Oh and Devon you got a letter from the city of the Gods!"
Devon grinned and ran to Ulf grabbed the letter and raced off toward the palace.
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Devon slipped past duke Gareth's office but stopped when she heard voices.
"Can you explain this?" The duke asked someone
"...It's my father sir.... You never could tell my brother and I apart." It was Lana talking to the Duke.
"Of course. You may go now."
Devon stepped back as Alanna exited the office. They locked eyes for a moment and Devon nodded in the direction of Alanna's room. Her sister nodded back and they walked briskly inside and shut the door.
Alanna sat on the bed, refusing to take her eyes off the floor.
Devon sat beside her.
For a moment neither spoke, nor moved.
Then Alanna turned and looked at her, opening her mouth to speak. "He didn't notice."
Devon didn't ask what Alanna meant, what had happened in Duke Gareth's office.
She already knew.
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When Gary opened the door and hour later to remind Alanna that class had started, he was greeted by the site of Alanna sobbing into her sister's shoulder while Devon herself fought back tears.
Devon The Tortallan Shang Ummm.... (Reaches into pocket of jeans she doesn't own) A piece of trident A penny A lint ball What was at one time a hair scrunchi that actually belonged to Ness. Or Mandy. Or Cat . (Tries to remember which of her 5 extremely annoying sisters she stole the object in question from.) Either way I don't own it so scratch that
The real number 7. My mind
Scratch that. I guess there is no number 7. Oh well.... Onto the story!
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Far from Corus, in a richly decorated chamber, Gustav knelt before a
large blood red cushioned chair and it's inhabit.
His voice was laced with fear as he spoke.
"I have failed master."
"I am aware of this."
Gustav swallowed and looked up. "It was not my fault. The King of the Rouge, he stopped me."
"Of course. Stand Gustav"
The man stood hesitantly.
"Don't look so frightened, I won't lay a finger on you."
Gustav gave a relieved smile. "You are a king soul, master."
"Yes I am, aren't I. But then mistakes do happen."
Gustav smiled and nodded, he opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a choked cry. He fell to the floor, a knife embedded in his stomach.
"But I don't tolerate them."
The speaker rose from her chair and exited the room.
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* 4 weeks later
"Owww." Devon cried out in pain as she fell to the ground, sporting a new bruise from where Noah's wooden practice sword had hit her knuckles.
"Noah, Devon that's enough." I have to meet with a friend in town. I'm giving you a free day." Ulf cried from the house. "Oh and Devon you got a letter from the city of the Gods!"
Devon grinned and ran to Ulf grabbed the letter and raced off toward the palace.
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Devon slipped past duke Gareth's office but stopped when she heard voices.
"Can you explain this?" The duke asked someone
"...It's my father sir.... You never could tell my brother and I apart." It was Lana talking to the Duke.
"Of course. You may go now."
Devon stepped back as Alanna exited the office. They locked eyes for a moment and Devon nodded in the direction of Alanna's room. Her sister nodded back and they walked briskly inside and shut the door.
Alanna sat on the bed, refusing to take her eyes off the floor.
Devon sat beside her.
For a moment neither spoke, nor moved.
Then Alanna turned and looked at her, opening her mouth to speak. "He didn't notice."
Devon didn't ask what Alanna meant, what had happened in Duke Gareth's office.
She already knew.
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When Gary opened the door and hour later to remind Alanna that class had started, he was greeted by the site of Alanna sobbing into her sister's shoulder while Devon herself fought back tears.