Hello! I'm putting up my second chapter, but I don't know how long it'll
take between when I'm writing it and when I post, sorry! I'm also sorry if
Daine seems a little OOC. I had to find a way to introduce a part of
Krystal, and that was what I chose. I realized I forgot to put in a
disclaimer last time so here goes:
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Tamora Pierce's characters or places. I own my plot, and Krystal. If I make up any new characters, I'll let you know.
Lex: I'm glad you like it, and don't worry, I won't stop writing this story without letting you know. And I won't stop even then till I have someone who's willing to take over, k?
DarkRose450: hehehe!!! DROWN, INSIGNIFICANT PEONS, DROWN!!!!! Any way.I'm glad you like it!
Milky way bar: wow, I actually got a review from someone other than my friends! Thanks sooooooooooo much, and I hope this formatting is better. If it still bothers you, tell me what's wrong, and I'll try to fix it.
Chapter 2
Alanna's POV (AN: What, you couldn't guess who the people in the last chapter were?)
I could see Daine's arrow fly towards the girl. It was as if time slowed down. All of a sudden, a bright shield of fire came up in front of her. The color was unworldly, I don't think anyone had ever seen it before. It is certain that we don't have a color like it in any kingdoms I know of. It was beautiful, horrible, and awe-inspiring at the same time. And she just stood there and watched it. In truth, actually, I wasn't even sure she saw it at all. The arrow continued its flight, but when it hit the shield, it fell to the ground, useless.
Krystal's POV (Narrator of last chapter)
The people stared at me stupidly. I realized the arrow had simply fallen to the ground. That was odd. I was well within the range of her bow, and I had no Gift, so was incapable of throwing up a shield. I held up my hands in surrender, fearing that they would try to kill me again, and I had a feeling that a second arrow wouldn't be blocked.
The oldest woman began to shout at Dark One in a language that I assumed was Common. It sounded something like, "Dane, wy did yu do that? She's jst a chlid!" However, I had bigger problems than the fact that I couldn't understand. If they truly were speaking Common, then I was in Tortall. That meant I was in a country fighting with my country, which was not a good thing, considering who my father was.
I took a deep breath, thought a quick prayer, and spoke (Scanran, of course. I knew Common quite well, due to my station, but had an awful accent.). "I have run from my home, and I am very hungry. Would you please share some food with me?"
The youngest woman looked at me with pity, and spoke to me in the same language I had used. "Come here. Of course you can have some food. Are you a refugee?"
"Yes," I replied, hoping no one could tell I was lying. "My name is Krystal. I was separated from my family by the fighting."
"Come over here, Krystal. You're in luck. We just prepared breakfast. In an hour or so we head south, back to Fort Steadfast. It's a half day ride."
I couldn't say anything to respond, as my mouth was already full of food from the plate Dark One had prepared for me. Dark One said something to the woman I was speaking with.
"Daine says she's sorry for shooting that arrow at you. By the way, I'm Lady Knight Keladry of Mindelan, the redhead is Lady Knight Alanna of Olau and Pirate's Swoop, the one who shot the arrow is Veralidaine Sarrasri- Salmalín, called Daine and the man is Numair Salmalín," she said, pointing to each person as she gave their name. I just gaped.
These were the four people I had been hearing about endlessly, the people who were making it impossible for Scanra to win the war. The very lady who was being so kind to me had separated the head of our best mage, Blayce, who had been creating the killing machines, from his body a few months earlier. I suddenly lost my appetite and put my plate down.
Numair Salmalín started shouting something, apparently startling the others. Lady Keladry translated. "Numair says that he used a very strong ward to guard our campsite last night. Only someone with massive quantities of the Gift could have broken it, and they would still be working, or too exhausted to move. Do you have the Gift, Krystal?"
"No, I've been checked time and time again, but not a hint of magic."
"Possibly Wild Magic, like Daine?"
"No. I never spoke to animals."
"Oh well, we don't have time for this right now. Let's get to the fort first." I was grateful that they dropped the topic.
They let me ride a spare horse, as my shoes were completely worn out. It was a slightly longer ride than half a day, but it was worth it. Through Lady Keladry, I was able to get a bath and some new clothes. The fact that a fort had dresses surprised me more than anything else.
I was shown to a room that Lady Keladry said would be mine. Unfortunately, I had about ten minutes to relax before a messenger that was supposedly from someone called Lord Wyldon. Lady Kel said that it wasn't a good idea to keep him waiting, so we left right away.
Lord Wyldon turned out to be a man in his fifties. He obviously had fought many battles.
"My lord Wyldon," Lady Keladry said, bowing, "This is Krystal, the Scanran refugee we found in the woods."
"Actually," I spoke up in Common, "I found them, but I was the one who was lost." I nearly slapped myself for such carelessness, but that could seem a little suspicious.
"So you DO speak Common!" Lady Keladry shouted. "Why have you made me translate all day?"
I gave her the first answer that came to my mind. "I didn't realize what language you were speaking until just now," I responded, hoping she couldn't tell when someone was lying.
She couldn't. "Well, I'm glad I don't have to translate anymore. It gets rather tiring. Lord Wyldon, if you don't mind my asking, why did you want us here?"
"Oh, yes." He had been staring at me with a look of confusion on his face. "Lady knight, as it is apparent that Lady Krystal can speak Common, you need not stay."
"Very well, my lord." Lady Keladry bowed and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
"Lady Krystal," Lord Wyldon began, but I interrupted him.
"Krystal, my lord. I'm not noble." This was yet another bald faced lie. I hoped that he, like Lady Keladry, wouldn't be able to tell.
"I highly doubt that." He COULD tell! But the next thing he said shocked me even more. "As you look a great deal like the King of Scanra." He knew! I did the only thing available to me under the circumstances. I ran from the office.
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I'm sorry that my chapters are short, but it DOES mean that I can update more often. PLEASE review!
Elfklutz1200
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Tamora Pierce's characters or places. I own my plot, and Krystal. If I make up any new characters, I'll let you know.
Lex: I'm glad you like it, and don't worry, I won't stop writing this story without letting you know. And I won't stop even then till I have someone who's willing to take over, k?
DarkRose450: hehehe!!! DROWN, INSIGNIFICANT PEONS, DROWN!!!!! Any way.I'm glad you like it!
Milky way bar: wow, I actually got a review from someone other than my friends! Thanks sooooooooooo much, and I hope this formatting is better. If it still bothers you, tell me what's wrong, and I'll try to fix it.
Chapter 2
Alanna's POV (AN: What, you couldn't guess who the people in the last chapter were?)
I could see Daine's arrow fly towards the girl. It was as if time slowed down. All of a sudden, a bright shield of fire came up in front of her. The color was unworldly, I don't think anyone had ever seen it before. It is certain that we don't have a color like it in any kingdoms I know of. It was beautiful, horrible, and awe-inspiring at the same time. And she just stood there and watched it. In truth, actually, I wasn't even sure she saw it at all. The arrow continued its flight, but when it hit the shield, it fell to the ground, useless.
Krystal's POV (Narrator of last chapter)
The people stared at me stupidly. I realized the arrow had simply fallen to the ground. That was odd. I was well within the range of her bow, and I had no Gift, so was incapable of throwing up a shield. I held up my hands in surrender, fearing that they would try to kill me again, and I had a feeling that a second arrow wouldn't be blocked.
The oldest woman began to shout at Dark One in a language that I assumed was Common. It sounded something like, "Dane, wy did yu do that? She's jst a chlid!" However, I had bigger problems than the fact that I couldn't understand. If they truly were speaking Common, then I was in Tortall. That meant I was in a country fighting with my country, which was not a good thing, considering who my father was.
I took a deep breath, thought a quick prayer, and spoke (Scanran, of course. I knew Common quite well, due to my station, but had an awful accent.). "I have run from my home, and I am very hungry. Would you please share some food with me?"
The youngest woman looked at me with pity, and spoke to me in the same language I had used. "Come here. Of course you can have some food. Are you a refugee?"
"Yes," I replied, hoping no one could tell I was lying. "My name is Krystal. I was separated from my family by the fighting."
"Come over here, Krystal. You're in luck. We just prepared breakfast. In an hour or so we head south, back to Fort Steadfast. It's a half day ride."
I couldn't say anything to respond, as my mouth was already full of food from the plate Dark One had prepared for me. Dark One said something to the woman I was speaking with.
"Daine says she's sorry for shooting that arrow at you. By the way, I'm Lady Knight Keladry of Mindelan, the redhead is Lady Knight Alanna of Olau and Pirate's Swoop, the one who shot the arrow is Veralidaine Sarrasri- Salmalín, called Daine and the man is Numair Salmalín," she said, pointing to each person as she gave their name. I just gaped.
These were the four people I had been hearing about endlessly, the people who were making it impossible for Scanra to win the war. The very lady who was being so kind to me had separated the head of our best mage, Blayce, who had been creating the killing machines, from his body a few months earlier. I suddenly lost my appetite and put my plate down.
Numair Salmalín started shouting something, apparently startling the others. Lady Keladry translated. "Numair says that he used a very strong ward to guard our campsite last night. Only someone with massive quantities of the Gift could have broken it, and they would still be working, or too exhausted to move. Do you have the Gift, Krystal?"
"No, I've been checked time and time again, but not a hint of magic."
"Possibly Wild Magic, like Daine?"
"No. I never spoke to animals."
"Oh well, we don't have time for this right now. Let's get to the fort first." I was grateful that they dropped the topic.
They let me ride a spare horse, as my shoes were completely worn out. It was a slightly longer ride than half a day, but it was worth it. Through Lady Keladry, I was able to get a bath and some new clothes. The fact that a fort had dresses surprised me more than anything else.
I was shown to a room that Lady Keladry said would be mine. Unfortunately, I had about ten minutes to relax before a messenger that was supposedly from someone called Lord Wyldon. Lady Kel said that it wasn't a good idea to keep him waiting, so we left right away.
Lord Wyldon turned out to be a man in his fifties. He obviously had fought many battles.
"My lord Wyldon," Lady Keladry said, bowing, "This is Krystal, the Scanran refugee we found in the woods."
"Actually," I spoke up in Common, "I found them, but I was the one who was lost." I nearly slapped myself for such carelessness, but that could seem a little suspicious.
"So you DO speak Common!" Lady Keladry shouted. "Why have you made me translate all day?"
I gave her the first answer that came to my mind. "I didn't realize what language you were speaking until just now," I responded, hoping she couldn't tell when someone was lying.
She couldn't. "Well, I'm glad I don't have to translate anymore. It gets rather tiring. Lord Wyldon, if you don't mind my asking, why did you want us here?"
"Oh, yes." He had been staring at me with a look of confusion on his face. "Lady knight, as it is apparent that Lady Krystal can speak Common, you need not stay."
"Very well, my lord." Lady Keladry bowed and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
"Lady Krystal," Lord Wyldon began, but I interrupted him.
"Krystal, my lord. I'm not noble." This was yet another bald faced lie. I hoped that he, like Lady Keladry, wouldn't be able to tell.
"I highly doubt that." He COULD tell! But the next thing he said shocked me even more. "As you look a great deal like the King of Scanra." He knew! I did the only thing available to me under the circumstances. I ran from the office.
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I'm sorry that my chapters are short, but it DOES mean that I can update more often. PLEASE review!
Elfklutz1200