Disclaimer- I don't own any of this, it's Mercedes Lackeys, I only own the main characters (I think)
A/N – I know the chapters are short, they're getting longer but this is my first fanfic, I'm working on it.
Chapter 1 – Monday's child is fair of face.
In a little village, about half a days ride from haven, Trish sat in the sun by the well, waiting for Sandra to come down the little lane that lead from her home to the tiny square where the well was built. Sandra was late, again. Trish dropped into a daydream which was broken by a cheerful voice "Heyla Trish, dreaming again?"
Trish sat up sharply. "You can talk Sandra, half a candlemark late! What happened?"
Sandra grinned. "Oh you know, the usual, doing chores for Mam. Come on, let's go!"
The two girls walked slowly down the dirt road to where rows of stalls were set up for the monthly market. The contrast between the girls was striking, both were happy and well fed but Trish was as pretty as Sandra was plain. Trish brushed aside admiring comments from the young men of the town as they walked while Sandra shrank into herself slightly, knowing none of them would ever be for her. As they walked among the market stalls the tow girls drifted apart slightly. Trish walked slightly ahead with head held high, confidently looking at products and bargaining for them as she went. Sandra walked slowly, just behind Trish. She looked shyly at the goods and asked shyly to inspect things she either wanted or needed more closely. She would bargain quietly and then scuttle off in Trish's wake.
Both girls worked this way for some time, becoming more and more engrossed in their shopping, chattering happily and comparing purchases. They were interrupted by chiming hooves on the rough gravel of the market ground. Turning around, startled, both girls saw a pure white horse in blue and silver livery standing before them, rider less.
"A Companion," Sarah gasped, "I wonder who it's here for?"
Trish didn't reply for a moment, and then she said thoughtfully "It's looking at us!"
The girls drew together slightly, uncertain. A strange voice sounded in Trish's head.
: I am Ruthan and I choose you:
She gasped, replying out loud. "But why me? Sandra is much nicer and kinder; you must have made a mistake"
The roaring in her ears and the pounding of her heart stopped her hearing what anyone else had to say until the companion – Ruthan – replied.
: There is no mistake, it is you who was chosen. Come now. We must go to Haven. There will be need for you soon:
With this mysterious prediction, Ruthan nudged Trish to mount and galloped away once the girl was on her back, not giving her time for messy farewells or to collect anything.
: We shall be at Haven soon dear one. Do not be scared. You are expected and a herald will be sent to formally announce your choosing to your family. :
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