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A/n: This is my second attempt at this fic!

On my honor

I will try

to serve god and my country

and to help people at all times

and to live by the girl scout laws

Girl Scout pledge

Riding in the middle of the street, Lyran took in the entire hubbub of the crowded street. People rushing here and there, children of to the school, merchants with their carts, and an occasional beggar asking for a loaf of bread. Lyran had never seen anything like the capital, with all the hustle and bustle of the people. This was nothing like her home Castle.

A child dashed to her horse's side. He was thin and slightly short, " Can you spare and coin miss?" he asked her, " I've got nothing to eat for breakfast and I have to go to school."

Lyran smiled and turned to a merchant cart so full of warm fresh bread for sale, she turned to the child and smiled. Her nanny, seeing what she was about to do cried, "Lyran don't you dare," But Lyran paid no heed and trotted of to him.

"Excuse me sir," She asked in her polite quite voice, " How much for two loaves of bread?"

The merchant looked at her, "One silver crown."

She fished in side of her drawstring purse at her side for the coin, finding it she handed it to the man, " Here." He wrapped up the two loaves of warm sourdough bread. (Just writing about it makes me hungry, yum) taking it gingerly in her mittened hands and rode back to the child." There you go", she handed him a single loaf, " Now if you would be so kind to share it with others and I see you again you may get another one," She winked,"

"Yes miss," He turned and fled to the building where the children were gathering.

"Now Lyran, we can't be late much longer, you'll miss the appointment with your uncle." Her nanny scolded.

"Yes miss," Lyran said sarcastically. On ward, she thought.

She looked the clerk over the same way she had the young boy, he was old and his hands sometimes smudged the ink that his quill wrote, but by the way his face furrowed, she new him to be a shrewd man, quite capable in his profession, "Your name Miss?"

She brushed her dark hair out of her face, "Lyran, Lyran of Tirragen."

His eyebrows lifted, but he continued with the questions, "Purpose?"

She blushed, "to become a knight."

He made no reaction to that. He spent five more minutes searching for something in a large book, "Lets see," he finally said, " You'll be in the girls dormitory, room 1 I think is a good choice, you'll have to share it though-"

"Why?" she asked curiously.

"Because" he said with a wink in his eye, "That's the only girls room in the dormitory, and you're only the second one."

Lyran sat on her bed in her part of the quarters. She had a meeting with her uncle later that hour, and was waiting for the servant to come in and tell he was ready.

A knock on the door, then it opened and there stood a another girl about her age, " Hello she said I'm Eliza of Brightleigh, you going for your shield too."

Lyran nodded, " Yes."

Eliza looked at Lyran and twitched up her nose, "You know they make you cut your hair when you start training." She pointed at her brown hair and said, "It needs to be much shorter,. Pity it every so pretty one you though,"

Lyran's hand went instinctively to her long dark hair. She had been growing it since she was 6 and didn't want to part with it. " I'll manage some how."

Eliza sat on the bed across from her," I didn't catch your name."

Lyran gulped she remembered the clerks reaction to her holding, " Lyran, Lyran of Tirragen."

Eliza's mouth twitched, "Oh, so you're from that family." She turned her head up in a very snooty way.

Lyran face flustered, " What's wrong with my family?"

Eliza shrugged, "Just about everything."

Lyran felt a white rage swell inside her, "Just because my uncle rebelled, doesn't make all of us evil."

Eliza stood and looked into Lyran's face, " He didn't just rebelled, he started a revolution." And with that she stormed out the door.

Lyran Put her head in her hands, and remembered what her uncle had said. Not all would accept her, she had to take the higher rode and try her best. Easy for you to say, she thought, all is easy in retrospect.

She had a goal beyond becoming a knight, being the heir to the fiefdom she had to bring back her families honor. She had to things that could help her, glory in battle, and a good marriage. She smirked, but who would want to marry a girl who is a war hero and from a disgraced house?

Duke Gary the younger looked at the piece of parchment in front of his face, " Your niece craves audience with you you're grace." He sat back in his chair, it had to be Lyran, her sister Melody was in the magic school, leaving Lyran the warrior. He thought about wheatear or not he should go see her. She was the niece on her father's side to the infamous traitor, Alex of Tirragen, but she still was of Naxen blood. He looked at it once more, he would see her, just to see if she was more Tirragen then Naxen.

A/n:This is set after Kel and Aly about 5 years hence.

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