o. K., on to the next chappy. Just to let you know, this fic. is centered around my OC, Celia, and all flashbacks will belong to her. Now enjoy!
I woke up gasping. I had never felt such a strong presence. It was unlike anything I have ever experienced. Like a Wyvern, except… not. More noble, seemingly. I groaned, and fell out of bed.
My first lesson was hand-to-hand combat. My eyes lit at the sight of one of many arts my masters had drilled me on since… before. The lesson went smoothly, as I tried to pretend I was new. I got by in staff work, though I acquired many a fine bruises. Archery, too, was challenging, as I was taught in a way different style. I couldn't help but grin, however, when we came into view of the stables.
"What, Spider? Share whatever amuses you, please," Vinson sniggered, and placed himself between me and the stables. Great, with my luck, all the good mounts would be gone by the time I arrived.
"Leave her alone, Vinson." The older page I had noticed last night spoke in such a way that made me want to punch him, and he was defending me!
I quietly excused myself from the boys' argument, and made my own way down to the stables.
"Excuse me, sir?"
The husky stable hand leered down from the hayloft.
"You new?"
I nodded.
He grunted, and came down to stand next to me. On solid ground, he was almost a half-foot taller than me. But then, I only stand at 4'7", about as tall as the lone Stormwing that was, at this moment, flying above.
Greetings, War-brother
Greetings, War-sister. How goes
the ground? Any food down there?
None now, brother. There
may be some on the border with Scanra
Thank you, war-sister. Good luck with you task
Happy feeding, war-brother
"Miss?"
Duh duh duh…
A/N: Drat! Another short chappy! Oh well, what can you do…
