Kel/Joren. Your standard 'they go on a mission grudgingly' romance. AU.
Tortall's two top Knight or agents go on a high profile mission going deep
into enemy territory where they discover a dark horror. Can they save
Tortal and its allies from impending doom?
"I am stone"
1st Fanfic by a crazy escapee from the mental ward
Nine Years Ago
The soft crackling of sheets of paper being rifled rang out in the Spartan like office. Two people reclined as graciously as they could on the hard wood chairs as a slightly aged man sat behind a spotlessly cleaned desk, the surface in which only the barest essentials an office desk needed. Alana Trebond scowled as she tried to intimidate the stiff man before her by sending him dark glares. Her sharp tongue was sheath in her mouth, locked behind lush full lips as she anxiously waited for a response of any sort. Minutes passed by and still nothing. The Champion, a title granted to the top advisor and Knight, cased a questioning eye to the companion who sat next to her. Sapphire eyes glanced back to the amethyst ones of Alana. King Jonathan Conte shifted uncomfortable in his seat. He had commented oftenly in the past to the man before him to 'acquire slightly more comforting seating arrangements' but was politely turned by what he would call, "a lawyer's reply" (A/N check on pg 5 of First Test...this 'mysteriouse' person behind the desk really did say that). The King cleared his throat as quietly, though loud enough to hear, as he could. Wyldon Cavall took his own sweet time to once more glance at the stack of papers in his scared hands before looking at the Champion and King. The Training Master for the Knights of Tortal stared for a moment before opening his mouth to speak. "Is there something I could help you with your Royalness?" Purple eyes flashed in vivid anger as Alana started to rise in her seat, her tongue ready to lash out. "How dar-" A calming hand was placed on her shoulders as the King silenced his Champion with a silencing look. Jonathan looked back to Wyldon, though his calm exterior was strained. "In regard to the letter from my ambassador to the Yamane's?" inquired the blue eyed monarch of Tortall in a stiff voice, a voice acquired after numerous compromises with stiff conservative type politicians from the Parliament. "Ah yes, that. I suppose I am to accept this Keladry's application and start her Page class training" "You do that, and not only will I triple the Knight Academy's funding, but I will also grant those requests for new equipment you requested for the KATs (A/N very...very..VERY bad name...I don't suppose someone has a better 3- letter name for a Tortallian FBI?)" Alana suppressed a not so out of characteristic whoop of joy. So –that- was why her King had withheld replies for those requests of more funding and equipment. The political mastermind had prepared for an occasion just like this! Heh, guess I'm going to have to apologize for that book and those words I flung at him... though, maybe not. He has done some other things...The Lioness, as she was so charmingly nicknamed for her characteristic mark of a rampaging lion, couldn't help but smile smugly. Take that Wyldon! The weary Training Master unconsciously rubbed his bullet abused arm. He received three bullets for protecting the Queen when she was on one of her charity drives. "Your Majesty... how about a compromise?" Alana's face contorted in rage. Oh how she loathed that word! "Compromise?!" "Alana," Jonathan warned. (A/N Um..... Okay... this whole episode sound familiar anyone? ;; eh heh heh... I promise after this past insert, everything will be more original. I just wanted to um............actually, I have no idea what I wanted to do O.o ) The Lioness scowled and stormed out of the room, unable to hear anymore. After all, she could always demand her King and old time friend what went on afterwards. And, no matter what, the results of that meeting in the office of the renowned Wyldon Cavall will be known to the whole country, thanks to the Sparrow Warbeak Times. They always managed to find out pertinent information. With that gleefully thought, the top Knight of the Knight Agents of Tortall headed to the shooting range.
{Three Days Later}
Sparrow Warbeak Times
Breaking News!
Renowned conservative Wyldon Cavall has agreed to let First official female to join the ranks of the young men Training to become Knights! After a long and arduous Meeting with King Jonathan, a compromise has been Agreed upon. Keladry Mindlen, daughter of the Yamani Ambassador, Piers Mindlen, will become a Page, the First step to Knighthood, but under a probationary year. In response for her acceptance, the King has agreed To give more funding and equipment for the Knight Agents Of Tortall. Sources also say that the Training Master and Commanding Officer of the KAT will also acquire more Comforting seats for his office. More on this article on Page C 5 after the "Through Falcon's Eyes" report from Congress woman, Daine Sarassri.
Present
Hazel eyes set behind long dark lashes rolled. Keladry Mindlen was once again suffering poorly written poems by her best friend and first crush, Nealen, or more commonly called Neal, Queenscove. The dark haired green eyed love struck fellow Knight was sitting on her bed reciting from a PDA a love poem to Uline Hanolof (A/N Um... I so forgot her name . sorry? ducks impending projectiles).
"Your dazzling radiance nurtures my loving soul,
Your charming smile graces my heart,
Like a delicate butterfly on a flow-"
The Knight was abruptly, and in his mind, rudely stopped by a flying pillow. Neal glared daggers at his friend. Keladry, or Kel by her friends, glared back with equal passion.
"Neeeeaaaalllll..................!!!!" started the tired agent, her eyes in faint dark circles, trophy to late stakeouts on her latest mission.
The green eyed love struck man gulped. He was sweating slightly at the dangerous murderous glint in Kel's normally impassive eyes.
"Uh... um... yes Kel?"
"Out. Out out out out OUT!" Kel jabbed her hand in the direction of her door. "I'm tired, hungry and I JUST GOT BACK FROM MY MISSION!"
Neal gazed at his usually quiet and motherly friend, shocked. With wide eyes, he squeaked an 'okay!' and scurried out of the raging females room, disturbed at the fact he had heard –the- Keladry yell, almost complaining about her weary status. Wow... she finally almost sounds... human! Chuckling nervously at himself, he leaves for his room in awe that the usually perfect and model like friend of his was showing signs of mortality. He sat at his desk and opened the e-mail his old mentor and retired Knight Agent, Alana Trebond had sent. Laughing at her retelling of the stories of her children's latest thieving antics of the Parliaments pens, he clicked on the reply button and starting pecking furiously at the keys with his hands, not looking at the screen.
Meanwhile, back in the Yamani style decorated room; Kel slumped graciously into her nice, warm and cozy bed with a weary groan. Snuggling her pillow, too tired to get out of her work cloths and into her large night tees, the successful agent went into a deep sleep at only 6:00 PM.
In a different part of the building...
A door closed behind a blond haired, blue eyed beauty. Achingly handsome Joren Stone Mountain looked coldly, yet respectfully at the Training Master and Commanding Officer of the KATs force.
"You wanted to see me sir?"
Wyldon raised his eyebrows. His top agent just sounded semi- courteous! Keeping his thoughts to himself, the CO nodded slightly and flicked his hand to a chair, which had a small cushion on it, motioning for Joren to take a seat.
"I have a mission for you. It may not be as big in your standards and skill, but the importance of its success is greater than all of your other missions combined. Which is why I need you on this."
Cold blue eyes looked at Wyldon with questions in them but Joren nodded his head.
"When do I leave," he coolly replied, not bothering to ask what the mission was. To him, every mission was the same and this one would be no different. He had no idea how wrong he was.
Wyldon cleared his throat, and nodded his head.
"You depart a day after tomorrow along with your partner."
Nodding, the highest ranking Knight agents got up from his seat was heading out of the door when he froze. Scowling, he turned around. "Did you say... 'partner'?"
Wyldon suppressed a sigh.
"Yes Mr. Stonemoutain. I clearly said the word 'partner'."
Joren narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"I work alone."
"Starting tomorrow, not anymore you won't. Oh, speaking of which, come back at noon tomorrow for a briefing. You're dismissed."
Scowling in anger, the ice cold handsome blond stalked out of the office, slamming the door loudly.
A/N: Okay.....I know this is your standard 'they go on a mission together and somehow fall for each other' fanfic... but hey, this is my 1st fanfic that I wrote in the spur of the moment and didn't really think about it. It does have a plot (aka the 'standard- style of k/j ffs.......) eh... constructive flames and criticisms welcome, friendly advice gleefully taken and praises not really expected but would be received in a awestruck revered manner.,
"I am stone"
1st Fanfic by a crazy escapee from the mental ward
Nine Years Ago
The soft crackling of sheets of paper being rifled rang out in the Spartan like office. Two people reclined as graciously as they could on the hard wood chairs as a slightly aged man sat behind a spotlessly cleaned desk, the surface in which only the barest essentials an office desk needed. Alana Trebond scowled as she tried to intimidate the stiff man before her by sending him dark glares. Her sharp tongue was sheath in her mouth, locked behind lush full lips as she anxiously waited for a response of any sort. Minutes passed by and still nothing. The Champion, a title granted to the top advisor and Knight, cased a questioning eye to the companion who sat next to her. Sapphire eyes glanced back to the amethyst ones of Alana. King Jonathan Conte shifted uncomfortable in his seat. He had commented oftenly in the past to the man before him to 'acquire slightly more comforting seating arrangements' but was politely turned by what he would call, "a lawyer's reply" (A/N check on pg 5 of First Test...this 'mysteriouse' person behind the desk really did say that). The King cleared his throat as quietly, though loud enough to hear, as he could. Wyldon Cavall took his own sweet time to once more glance at the stack of papers in his scared hands before looking at the Champion and King. The Training Master for the Knights of Tortal stared for a moment before opening his mouth to speak. "Is there something I could help you with your Royalness?" Purple eyes flashed in vivid anger as Alana started to rise in her seat, her tongue ready to lash out. "How dar-" A calming hand was placed on her shoulders as the King silenced his Champion with a silencing look. Jonathan looked back to Wyldon, though his calm exterior was strained. "In regard to the letter from my ambassador to the Yamane's?" inquired the blue eyed monarch of Tortall in a stiff voice, a voice acquired after numerous compromises with stiff conservative type politicians from the Parliament. "Ah yes, that. I suppose I am to accept this Keladry's application and start her Page class training" "You do that, and not only will I triple the Knight Academy's funding, but I will also grant those requests for new equipment you requested for the KATs (A/N very...very..VERY bad name...I don't suppose someone has a better 3- letter name for a Tortallian FBI?)" Alana suppressed a not so out of characteristic whoop of joy. So –that- was why her King had withheld replies for those requests of more funding and equipment. The political mastermind had prepared for an occasion just like this! Heh, guess I'm going to have to apologize for that book and those words I flung at him... though, maybe not. He has done some other things...The Lioness, as she was so charmingly nicknamed for her characteristic mark of a rampaging lion, couldn't help but smile smugly. Take that Wyldon! The weary Training Master unconsciously rubbed his bullet abused arm. He received three bullets for protecting the Queen when she was on one of her charity drives. "Your Majesty... how about a compromise?" Alana's face contorted in rage. Oh how she loathed that word! "Compromise?!" "Alana," Jonathan warned. (A/N Um..... Okay... this whole episode sound familiar anyone? ;; eh heh heh... I promise after this past insert, everything will be more original. I just wanted to um............actually, I have no idea what I wanted to do O.o ) The Lioness scowled and stormed out of the room, unable to hear anymore. After all, she could always demand her King and old time friend what went on afterwards. And, no matter what, the results of that meeting in the office of the renowned Wyldon Cavall will be known to the whole country, thanks to the Sparrow Warbeak Times. They always managed to find out pertinent information. With that gleefully thought, the top Knight of the Knight Agents of Tortall headed to the shooting range.
{Three Days Later}
Sparrow Warbeak Times
Breaking News!
Renowned conservative Wyldon Cavall has agreed to let First official female to join the ranks of the young men Training to become Knights! After a long and arduous Meeting with King Jonathan, a compromise has been Agreed upon. Keladry Mindlen, daughter of the Yamani Ambassador, Piers Mindlen, will become a Page, the First step to Knighthood, but under a probationary year. In response for her acceptance, the King has agreed To give more funding and equipment for the Knight Agents Of Tortall. Sources also say that the Training Master and Commanding Officer of the KAT will also acquire more Comforting seats for his office. More on this article on Page C 5 after the "Through Falcon's Eyes" report from Congress woman, Daine Sarassri.
Present
Hazel eyes set behind long dark lashes rolled. Keladry Mindlen was once again suffering poorly written poems by her best friend and first crush, Nealen, or more commonly called Neal, Queenscove. The dark haired green eyed love struck fellow Knight was sitting on her bed reciting from a PDA a love poem to Uline Hanolof (A/N Um... I so forgot her name . sorry? ducks impending projectiles).
"Your dazzling radiance nurtures my loving soul,
Your charming smile graces my heart,
Like a delicate butterfly on a flow-"
The Knight was abruptly, and in his mind, rudely stopped by a flying pillow. Neal glared daggers at his friend. Keladry, or Kel by her friends, glared back with equal passion.
"Neeeeaaaalllll..................!!!!" started the tired agent, her eyes in faint dark circles, trophy to late stakeouts on her latest mission.
The green eyed love struck man gulped. He was sweating slightly at the dangerous murderous glint in Kel's normally impassive eyes.
"Uh... um... yes Kel?"
"Out. Out out out out OUT!" Kel jabbed her hand in the direction of her door. "I'm tired, hungry and I JUST GOT BACK FROM MY MISSION!"
Neal gazed at his usually quiet and motherly friend, shocked. With wide eyes, he squeaked an 'okay!' and scurried out of the raging females room, disturbed at the fact he had heard –the- Keladry yell, almost complaining about her weary status. Wow... she finally almost sounds... human! Chuckling nervously at himself, he leaves for his room in awe that the usually perfect and model like friend of his was showing signs of mortality. He sat at his desk and opened the e-mail his old mentor and retired Knight Agent, Alana Trebond had sent. Laughing at her retelling of the stories of her children's latest thieving antics of the Parliaments pens, he clicked on the reply button and starting pecking furiously at the keys with his hands, not looking at the screen.
Meanwhile, back in the Yamani style decorated room; Kel slumped graciously into her nice, warm and cozy bed with a weary groan. Snuggling her pillow, too tired to get out of her work cloths and into her large night tees, the successful agent went into a deep sleep at only 6:00 PM.
In a different part of the building...
A door closed behind a blond haired, blue eyed beauty. Achingly handsome Joren Stone Mountain looked coldly, yet respectfully at the Training Master and Commanding Officer of the KATs force.
"You wanted to see me sir?"
Wyldon raised his eyebrows. His top agent just sounded semi- courteous! Keeping his thoughts to himself, the CO nodded slightly and flicked his hand to a chair, which had a small cushion on it, motioning for Joren to take a seat.
"I have a mission for you. It may not be as big in your standards and skill, but the importance of its success is greater than all of your other missions combined. Which is why I need you on this."
Cold blue eyes looked at Wyldon with questions in them but Joren nodded his head.
"When do I leave," he coolly replied, not bothering to ask what the mission was. To him, every mission was the same and this one would be no different. He had no idea how wrong he was.
Wyldon cleared his throat, and nodded his head.
"You depart a day after tomorrow along with your partner."
Nodding, the highest ranking Knight agents got up from his seat was heading out of the door when he froze. Scowling, he turned around. "Did you say... 'partner'?"
Wyldon suppressed a sigh.
"Yes Mr. Stonemoutain. I clearly said the word 'partner'."
Joren narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"I work alone."
"Starting tomorrow, not anymore you won't. Oh, speaking of which, come back at noon tomorrow for a briefing. You're dismissed."
Scowling in anger, the ice cold handsome blond stalked out of the office, slamming the door loudly.
A/N: Okay.....I know this is your standard 'they go on a mission together and somehow fall for each other' fanfic... but hey, this is my 1st fanfic that I wrote in the spur of the moment and didn't really think about it. It does have a plot (aka the 'standard- style of k/j ffs.......) eh... constructive flames and criticisms welcome, friendly advice gleefully taken and praises not really expected but would be received in a awestruck revered manner.,
