The girl looked out the window into the rain. She was at her Grand father's home, and it was pouring down raining. It had been for the last three hours. Paige leaned on the windowsill and continued to gaze at the lush green valleys before her. She wished she could run through the fields like she had when she was a child, but now she was 15 and to old to be doing such things.
"Paige, your grandfather wants you." Eric walked into the room and told her. Paige turned and saw him staring at her oddly.
"What's the matter with me?" Paige asked him as stood up from her seat by the window and started towards the door. Eric sighed and shook his head.
"Nothing is wrong with you." He said this with an exasperated tone. Paige shook her head also and headed through the door towards her Grandfather's study. She appeared in his office and he glanced up momentarily.
"You wanted me?" Paige said rather dully leaning against the doorframe. Her Grandda now slowly looked up at her.
"Come sit at the desk, Paige." Her Grandda said motioning to the seat across from him. Paige walked over and plunked herself down in the chair. The older man finished what he was writing and returned his eyes to his granddaughter.
"What am I to do with thee?" He said rolling his lips back and forth. Paige shrugged then sat up in her chair eagerly.
"You could always let me go to your old friend George, and let me take an assignment." Paige made her eyes big and innocent. Her Grandda frowned.
"Paige spying is no work for a young lady. I've told you several times before. Both your parents died being spies. I promised them that I would never let you spy." He ran a hand through his gray hair and shook his head. Paige made and angry noise, and furrowed her eyebrows.
"Then why did you want me to come in here if all you were going to do was crash my dreams?" Paige said rather dramatically. Eric entered the room behind Paige. Her Grandda swished a hand in front of him. Paige knew this meant she was dismissed. She stood angrily and stomped out of the room past Eric. He followed close behind.
"Now I know I'm your best friend, and am supposed to encourage you at a time like this, but you know he's right. It is way to dangerous." Eric said shrugging. Paige stopped in her tracks.
"Why are you a spy then. If its so dangerous?" Paige said holding out the 'so' to emphasize it. Eric ran a hand through his light brown hair. His hazel eyes changing color to more green.
"Well, I'm a boy, first of all, and it's just not as dangerous for me." He explained the best he could. Paige groaned and started to walk again heading for the doors.
"True, you are a boy, but I would make such a good spy." Paige said not looking at Eric and using her hands to talk. She started to walk faster. Eric said nothing for a minuet, but finally spook.
"Yes, you would make a wonderful spy I agree. Your better at spy things then most professional spies are, but you also have more people who care about you." Eric said his voice gentle and slightly regretful for praising her and encouraging what he was trying to fight against.
"Oh, if you really think Grandda cares about me your wrong." Paige said madly pushing open the wooden doors and stamping down the steps. Rain pelted down from the sky and hit her. Eric walked ahead of her slightly so she would listen to him.
'Your Grandda's not the only one who would worry for you. What about me? I would die worrying about you. Then I wouldn't be able to do my job properly." Eric praised himself for such a good save. Paige blew air through her noise and walked on to the practice courts. Why was he being so difficult about this? She thought madly to herself.
They didn't talk at all as the each got a bow and arrows. Soon they were through with bows, staff, hand-to-hand, and sword.
"Lets do daggers now." Paige said grinning. She loved hand-to-hand best of all, but daggers came in at a close second. Eric groaned at this. Paige was really good at daggers and he was always humiliated by her beating his so bad.
"No, you go ahead I'll watch." He said going to lean against the railing. Paige shrugged and took out eleven of her best daggers. Eric watched her finger the first one in her delicate hand. Then she narrowed her blue eyes on the target, and with one swift movement the silver blade flew through the air and landed right I the center of the target. She smiled over at Eric who pretended as if he hadn't been watching. Paige gave him a wrinkle of the nose. Her black hair she swished behind her, out of the way.
Before long, Paige had gone through all of her daggers and they were all in the center were she was aiming.
"See, this is why I don't bother to throw daggers with you." Eric said rebounding himself of the fence and coming to help Paige collect all the daggers.
"Well, I'm sure your getting better all the time." Paige said reassuringly to Eric. He gave her a skeptical look. She laughed. They ran as fast as they could back inside. Paige's Grandda was waiting In the entrance hall talking to a man with long blond hair, light green eyes, and a overly large nose. When Paige's Grandda saw the two teens he stopped talking and turned to them.
"Children I would like you to meet, Anwar. He's an old friend of mine." With that Anwar bowed low and cocked an eyebrow at Eric who shifted nervously. Then Anwar directed his gaze to Paige who didn't flinch in the least. She simply nodded her head slightly to show him respect. He held her eyes for a long time, and when Paige tried to look away she found she couldn't. She knew this was, because the man was a mage.
"Sir, if you would please let me go." Paige said politely. Instantly she could look away.
"I apologize." The man said. His voice was high for a man, and she took her turn in raising an eyebrow at him. Her Grandda did now seem to like this exchange between them for he quickly guided Anwar away from Eric and Paige. Eric shivered beside Paige.
"What's the matter?" Paige asked looking strangely at Eric. He shook his head not looking at Paige, but down the hall towards were the two men had disappeared down.
"That man gives off the weirdest aura. I don't like him." Eric said getting a frown on his face. Paige laughed.
"You don't even know him, really." Paige said still laughing slightly at her friend's folly. Eric didn't go on after that. He just led the way up to the stairs to the library.
They both made themselves cozy each with book. They each sat on a cushion. Paige curled up with a book on the history of Tortallian spies, and Eric got comfortable with a book on famous painters, for he himself liked to paint.
Eric fell asleep reading, but Paige couldn't seem to get comfortable. However much she didn't want to admit it there was something definitely wrong with Lord Anwar.
So I hope whoever is reading this likes it. For I just thought of this plot, and liked it. So, being the person that I am I decided to write about it. I hope you will continue to read it. Weather you liked it, hated it, or just don't know what to think, Review. Thanks!