Hey again! This is CitrusFruit writing, ConfusedKnight is at a "Middleschool Concert" in which she has to play the flute so she can't write at the moment, so you hava me again! Sorry about the fact that the first chapter was so short, but I didn't have much time because I was searching about trying to get iTunes to download mp3 songs for me instead of m4p or aac.

Anyway, this chapter is the introduction to the "shorts" situation, and hopefully you'll enjoy it! Have fun! Oh and remember when we said that we hope to get at least 100 reviews? hint hint

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Alanna, and Kel were in the bathhouse, you wouldn't really expect this odd pair, but it was a sweltering hot day and they hoped that perhaps they could cool themselves down. They leant down and dipped their hands into the warm water testing it, just hoping that perhaps they had finally found a sanctuary. But alas! The water was as hot as hot water, which considering the circumstances was boiling hot for the two of them.

"Is it impossible to find cold water anywhere in Tortall?" Alanna cried out angrily, flaying her arms in the air. "I MUST bring this up with Jon. He should be able to introduce a new cold room to cool down after baths."

"I don't think Jon would really find that economical. What would happen in the winter?" Kel inquired.

"Kel.. Kel..." Alanna nodded her head sadly. "What has happened to you? First, you become so darned it tall, and then you decide that you want to be Ms. clever-clogs! HOW DID IT ALL GO WRONG? I really tried hard as well..."

Kel laughed. Alanna was always at ease with her, but Kel was somewhat more wary of the older woman who could start screaming her head off at you at any random time.

Exiting the bathhouse, they resumed their hunt for a sanctuary again. Walking here and walking there, sitting in grass, conversing under trees, heck, they even considered going into the dungeons! After all, it was underground and you may never know, it may be cool! But unfortunately, Tortall had just captured a bunch of nasty bandits who were temporarily being imprisoned before hanging on Traitor's Hill. Tell me, if you were bandits, waiting to be served up at Traitor's Hill, would you be calm and serene?

Finally resting by a pond, they meandered on the fact that perhaps, it wasn't their surroundings that needed to be changed, but maybe themselves.

"Hm..." Alanna thought aloud. "I could cut my hair, it has gotten quite long..." Her curly red hair reached to her shoulders but weren't quite long enough to be tied up.

"We could wear dresses," Kel comtemplated. "The last time I wore some weren't that bad! It leaves plenty of leg room compared to breec-"

"HAVE YOU GONE MAD KEL?" Alanna burst out. "WE ARE FIGHTING FOR WOMEN'S RIGHTS HERE! THIS GOES AGAINST EVERYTHING WE'VE WORKED FOR! WE HAVE TO WEAR BREECHES! After all, we've worked so hard to become knights, to allow other women to become knights! To allow women to wear breeches! We've made them accept who we are AND we've earned our rights to wear breeches! I ABSOLUTELY REFUSE to wear dresses!"

Kel winced. "I don't have much of a problem with them."

"We are ABSOLUTELY not going to wear dresses out of our own free will! WE WILL NOT!" Alanna decided, thinking for herself and the younger knight. "Although, your point about the breeches is very valid. We could do something about them. How about-"

"CUT THEM!" Kel fired up, suddenly filled with ideas. "We can call them... We can call them.."

"SHORTS" Alanna shrieked, liking Kel's idea very much.

They bounced around happily, overjoyed about their new idea. Tomorrow was going to be a good day for them. And incidently, a revolutionary day for Tortall!