Memo: This being a short chapter is the fault of my p.c., I swear I had saved my first chapter in here somewhere. But It's not in "there" anyways, I retyped it... without any copy... just by my dull memory... gah And by dull I mean curved and soft edged dull...
Here's the fiction...
"Hey Keinne! Move your arss will ye? Yer not some god forsaken geezer for the Norn's sake!"
"Whatever you old drunkard…"With much irritation he mumbled half to himself, half to anyone who was willing to listen to his complaints…
"Ye'd better shtart showing mish shome reshpectt ye lazy arse you!"
Ungrateful and vain, that was the young clergy while the old man on the other hand was a famous trader from Alberta. He was rich but had many vices; together with three young charges he had learned to care for… he chartered boats for the mystic places of Midgard…This making him a rather good target for pirates and thieves... but he had a solution for that...an inexpensive solution, because a part of being really rich, he was really cheap... he his charges :
A High Priest, A Wizard, and an Assassin Cross-The High Priest was Keinne, the wizard the Lady Rachelle Vidar, and the Assassin Cross Master Lenneth…
Who took care of what was on board, and mostly for long treks and deliveries, they were the entertainment aboard...and a good one at that...
The wizard approached the serious form of Keinne withthe most graceful walk she could manage, and readied her arms for a tender hug… as he rejected it by grasping bothher hands by the wrists without even looking at her…as he frowned once more, as if that was even possible
"Oh come on Kei, let's have us some fun!"
"I am sorry, but unlike you… I have my studies to tend to", said the priest pointing to the books in front of him together with some texts on the floor all piled up.
"Ooh, look at Keinne! Carrying the whole of Midgard and Asgard on his strong shoulders!", the arcane wielder said pouting at the end of the sentence. Len was watching the whole scene with a soft smile on his lips… This was his companions, his friends… and he wished it would stay that way… but things weren't as they seemed to him… he had …things to deal with…and –
"Hands up you lazy arses!"
The three all looked in the direction of the annoying old man, while seeing that rogues were attacking the brig of the ship… the odds looked deadly… that is to the untrained eye…
"Prepare Yourselves… These are deadly creatures…"
"Look whose talking Lenneth! As if your not deadly!"
"Quit playing Rochelle…", Hushed Keinne...
" I never play, my beloved…."
The thrio was indeed going to be tested now…
"Oh, and Len? Don't show off too much…"
This comment, had successfully placed an arch on the line on the clergy's fair face…In position and ulitimately ready.. It was that when Keinne took out scrolls of old and started chanting... Rochelle jsut loved that... He always had his eyes set in focus and his hands making signs with his staff. They felt the small surges of power unto them, given by Keinne, He finished off with a shielding spell for them all including the sailors and the old geezer. He still had a smile playing on his lips... Although the rogues were seemingly taking ages to take over the ship...
Reviews? That Would be lovely... And yep, Finally I've awakened in I got bored writing because not many people really liked my work... sigh unappreciated, probably... But I convinced myself that I should finish this story... and then... quit writing..
ciao !