YIPPEEE!!!! So many nice reviews! Thank you to everyone! All my other
stories have at least two or three flames. Actually, one has only two
reviews, both of which are flames. I hope everyone is pleased with this
formatting, because I probably won't change it. And if you are Tamora
Pierce, please don't read this story, because I know you don't make fanfics
into books, and I would LOVE to see this in a book, in case you're already
thinking about it. (And yes, I understand that that was hopelessly
confusing, but then again, so am I)
Disclaimer: WAHHHH!!!! [sobitty-sob-sob] I don't own any of Tamora Pierce's characters. But I WILL play Aly when they make Trickster's Choice into a movie!! HAHAHA!!!!
Chapter 3
I was running faster than I had previously thought possible. I had almost made it to the gates when I was stopped in my tracks. I struggled to move, but my arms and legs were bound tightly by some sort of spell. I could hear Lord Wyldon behind me, telling someone that they had done a good job.
He walked around to the front of me, and said, "Now, if I tell Master Numair to let you go, will you try to run away again?"
I shook my head as much as I could manage under the spell. Of course, I was lying, but I hoped Master Numair would consider himself too great a mage to bother checking for lies.
Once again, sadly mistaken. "She is lying, Lord Wyldon." Damn! Do these people all read minds?
"If you are going to run, I'm afraid I can't have Master Numair let you go." Lord Wyldon looked as though this was amusing.
"Fine. He'll get tired eventually. No mage can keep a spell intact very long without draining their life source!"
"That's very true," Master Numair began. "But as I am a black robe, I could probably hold you there for several days."
Damn, double damn, and triple damn! "Fine, I won't run." Wyldon looked towards Master Numair.
"True."
"Very good," Wyldon said as the magic barrier fell. "Now as I was saying, you look a great deal like the Warlord of Scanra. Would you care to tell me why?"
"No, I would not. Let us just say that I am someone unimportant to the king, but of very high rank. I refuse to even speak to you unless you address me properly, and in a correct setting." I said all this with an air of haughtiness about me, that any royal would be proud of.
"Miss, you are in no position to bargain."
"Then I suppose we are at a stalemate."
He laughed! "Very well. My Lady," he said sarcastically. "Would you care to join me in my office for tea?"
"No, I would not. But I will anyway." He bowed, and I walked back to the office, him following. He ordered a boy to go get tea, and I looked at him, shocked. I hadn't thought he would actually get any refreshments. I looked at him, puzzled by this man who acted one way, then turned around and did the opposite.
He misinterpreted my look. "A page. The new training master wants them to get some experience at forts during their summer training before they become squires."
When the boy came back with tea and some small cakes, I was pleasantly surprised. The women's clothing was enough, but tea and cakes...at a fort? I began eating, and Lord Wyldon looked at me.
"Now will you please explain who you are?" I nodded grudgingly. It would only be worse if I refused. And they couldn't do anything horrid with me.
"First, I must tell you that I have no value as a hostage, because the king will not want me back. Also, you probably shouldn't kill me because I have no love for the monarchy of Scanra, but I know all the army's plans. But, I am..."
HEHEHE!!! Cliffy!!! My apologies for the short chapter, but I wrote my first cliffhanger on another story a few weeks ago, and now I love them!!!! But don't worry, as soon as this is posted, I'm starting the next chapter!!
Disclaimer: WAHHHH!!!! [sobitty-sob-sob] I don't own any of Tamora Pierce's characters. But I WILL play Aly when they make Trickster's Choice into a movie!! HAHAHA!!!!
Chapter 3
I was running faster than I had previously thought possible. I had almost made it to the gates when I was stopped in my tracks. I struggled to move, but my arms and legs were bound tightly by some sort of spell. I could hear Lord Wyldon behind me, telling someone that they had done a good job.
He walked around to the front of me, and said, "Now, if I tell Master Numair to let you go, will you try to run away again?"
I shook my head as much as I could manage under the spell. Of course, I was lying, but I hoped Master Numair would consider himself too great a mage to bother checking for lies.
Once again, sadly mistaken. "She is lying, Lord Wyldon." Damn! Do these people all read minds?
"If you are going to run, I'm afraid I can't have Master Numair let you go." Lord Wyldon looked as though this was amusing.
"Fine. He'll get tired eventually. No mage can keep a spell intact very long without draining their life source!"
"That's very true," Master Numair began. "But as I am a black robe, I could probably hold you there for several days."
Damn, double damn, and triple damn! "Fine, I won't run." Wyldon looked towards Master Numair.
"True."
"Very good," Wyldon said as the magic barrier fell. "Now as I was saying, you look a great deal like the Warlord of Scanra. Would you care to tell me why?"
"No, I would not. Let us just say that I am someone unimportant to the king, but of very high rank. I refuse to even speak to you unless you address me properly, and in a correct setting." I said all this with an air of haughtiness about me, that any royal would be proud of.
"Miss, you are in no position to bargain."
"Then I suppose we are at a stalemate."
He laughed! "Very well. My Lady," he said sarcastically. "Would you care to join me in my office for tea?"
"No, I would not. But I will anyway." He bowed, and I walked back to the office, him following. He ordered a boy to go get tea, and I looked at him, shocked. I hadn't thought he would actually get any refreshments. I looked at him, puzzled by this man who acted one way, then turned around and did the opposite.
He misinterpreted my look. "A page. The new training master wants them to get some experience at forts during their summer training before they become squires."
When the boy came back with tea and some small cakes, I was pleasantly surprised. The women's clothing was enough, but tea and cakes...at a fort? I began eating, and Lord Wyldon looked at me.
"Now will you please explain who you are?" I nodded grudgingly. It would only be worse if I refused. And they couldn't do anything horrid with me.
"First, I must tell you that I have no value as a hostage, because the king will not want me back. Also, you probably shouldn't kill me because I have no love for the monarchy of Scanra, but I know all the army's plans. But, I am..."
HEHEHE!!! Cliffy!!! My apologies for the short chapter, but I wrote my first cliffhanger on another story a few weeks ago, and now I love them!!!! But don't worry, as soon as this is posted, I'm starting the next chapter!!