Title: The Best Years of Our Lives [TBYOL]
Author: Seadragon
Genre: Humor/Action/Adventure
Rating: Pg-13
Summary: Alanna, Jon, Raoul, and Gary decide to play a little prank, you know for old time's sakes. Unfortunately, they played a prank on the wrong people… Soon, they find themselves reliving some of the most, let's say interesting, years of their lives. Oops! Next time guys, choose someone else to prank!
Author's Note: I love this story to bits, but this chapter definitely isn't my favorite so far. I dunno, but it's kind of lacking something. And… I can't believe it! 62 reviews for only four chapters! That is a personal best, I think. Damn, that's gonna bug me for a while now. Gah. Oh well, enjoy!
That shall be all,
Seadragon.
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Chapter 5: Your Bloody King
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"Today in Mathematics we are going to be practicing our algebra." The Mithran priest said, with a little too much enthusiasm.
Alanna sunk even lower in her seat and groaned. "Why me? After, what, twenty odd years they still utilize this torture on the pages. I suffered through enough of it for a lifetime."
Jon laughed and received a glare from the orange robed priest and a swift kick in the shin from Alanna.
"Goddess!" He shouted. "That hurt." He turned to hit Alanna back but froze as the priest called his name.
"Page Conte!"
Jon turned around slowly with an unmistakable look of horror. Alanna stifled a laugh with much difficulty. Even Raoul and Gary looked amused.
"I'll get you for this Alanna." Jon hissed.
"What was that?" The mathematics teacher asked with false interest. Jon colored and gave the priest a muttered reply. Gary snorted and shared a grin with Alanna.
"Page Conte, I want a three page report on obedience for tomorrow!" The Mithran priest said, much to the other three troublemakers amusement.
"What?! I'm your bloody king!"
"Alright, five pages." The priest told a seething Jon before turning back to the rest of the class to continue the lesson.
Alanna poked him in the arm as soon as the priest's eyes were off them. Jon swatted her away without even turning around and finished the rest of the class in a stony silence.
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Their next class was history, which every single one of them had been looking forward to. Especially for the shock value, as Myles didn't know about their punishment yet. Alanna in particular couldn't wait, seeing as this was her adoptive father.
They filed into the classroom with the rest of the pages and took seats at the back of the class again, so they could surprise him a few minutes into the lesson. The other pages were slightly, well that would be lying, okay, they were excessively unnerved by the evil smile on the Lioness's face, and showed this by continually dropping things, or bumping into things, or, in one boy's case, breaking things. Namely his arm. Luckily for him though, this got him a get out of class free card, and therefore he would miss whatever the famed Champion and her friends were planning.
A couple of his friends were extremely jealous of him for this, and he received several cold, if somewhat jumpy, glares as he shuffled out of the classroom as quickly as his broken arm would permit.
When Myles finally came into the room, a grand total of five minutes late, two more pages were missing.
As he looked around the classroom, miraculously missing the four in the back, he noticed the three missing boys. "Where are Troy, Philip, and Jirim?"
A fourth year page at the very front of the room answered. "Er, Troy broke his arm, Philip has a bloody nose, and Jirim had about five pots of ink spill on him, and a bunch of cuts from the pots. They're all in the hospital wing."
Myles looked slightly alarmed, but didn't say anything.
"Alright, today we are going to discuss the assassination of Duke Yivern of Falcon Peak, brother of the 23rd King of Tortall."
Alanna grinned, this was her cue.
"But Myles," She said in a whiny voice. "We already learned that!"
"Yah, ages ago." Jon added, his voice equally annoying.
"And is was really boring!" Raoul chimed in. Gary nodded.
Myles's head snapped up and he looked to the back of the class. As he caught Alanna's eye, all four of them grinned devilishly. His eyes widened slightly, and he coughed.
"Let me guess, Wyldon's revenge for the frogs?"
"How did you find out about that?" Gary asked, confusion clouding his eyes.
Myles gave them his own, equally devilish grin. "Oh, you know," He said airily. "Word gets around.
Alanna's eyes narrowed suspiciously at her father's back as he turned around to jot something on the board. He knew something, she was sure of it. And she wouldn't rest until she found out.
Actually, she wasn't going to rest period, until they got out of here.
And before she knew it, the class was over. The four of them had just skulked in the background, they had been telling the truth, they had learned this long ago.
Thankfully, it was the last class of the day, and after lunch, they could head over to the training yard. Hopefully, Alanna wouldn't beat the pages too badly.