Inheritance
Chapter 1
I changed my name from Flyery to Brown-Eyed Fencer of Conté, just to let people know. This story basically follows the journeys of Zofiya (Zoë) and Aeril. They were born in Total but they were brought into the modern world to protect them. When they come to the age of ten, they are transported back to Tortal in order to claim their inheritance.
Disclaimer: Characters, plots, writting, ect..that you recognise as Tamora Pierce's work is her wok and I won't claim that their mine.
Aeril leaned on her school wall, bored without a doubt. Beside her was Zofiya, who liked to be called Zoë. Both looked very different from each other, but their spirits were very similar; free, tomboy, stubborn, proud and fighters.
Aeril had violet eyes and coal black hair. She had a small pert nose and a stubborn chin; she was also 4'9 at the age of ten, built on stocky lines. She carried a real sword with a sharp blade. It was slightly curved and was considered a scimitar; apparently, Aeril had found it at the age of two. She was dressed in a tunic and breeches, apparel that wasn't exactly from the twenty-first century, but all that Aeril would wear. Her coal black hair was braided and coiled around her head. It was held by beautiful pins; it was a contradiction with the rest of her outfit, but that was because the pins were all knives and because her mother refused to let her wear the other clothes if she didn't have long hair. So Aeril had given in. Though Aeril carried a scimitar and a dagger, what she was truly best at was riding. She wore a silver chain with a silver horse charm.
Zoë looked very different, though she did dress in ancient garbs; a blue sarong, tied as a skirt, a black long sleeved tunic, a staff and a quiver of arrows attached to her as back by two sashes and a long bow in her hands that she left unstrung. Zoë had blond hair that was twisted into a similar style to Aeril's intricate bun. Zoë's eyes were a soft blue that were filled with determination. In contrast to Aeril, Zoë was willowy and tall, she looked like a dancer. She was 5'2 at the age of ten. Zoë also carried a dagger; hers was worn on her sash.
Both girls wore boots and carried their weapons in a relaxed position. Together they made a picture out of legend and history books. They were also bored. Neither felt like sparring against each other. Aeril took fencing lessons and Zoë took staff lessons. Both took archery, riding and hand-to-hand combat. They were also both experienced healers, though Aeril was clearly the more gifted. Not exactly the most common past times for two ten year old girls of modern days, but that didn't stop them. They were easily the fittest people in school. Both were skilled in history and modern literature.
They were both very bored; they stood in rather abandoned area of the school yard where everything was running wild. Stones that covered the ground made it look like it had once been a temple. Both girls went over to the stones, sitting on one of them.
"Hey Zoë," said Aeril, "Look at this design."
Both girls looked at the design that was carved on the stone and pressed their hands against it.
Suddenly a voice like the cry of wolves ready to hunt and of grain being gathered spoke in their minds.
It was terrible and powerful and it said, "You have come my daughters, it is time to claim your inheritance."
And the two girls began to travel through time and space, acquiring necklaces. Zoe's was gold with a cooper stone, Aeril's silver with a purple stone. When they finally settled into the new world they discovered that they had also aquired a design on their left hand, a staff and a scimitar crossed on one another. Both had identical crests on their left hand. But they had no time to ask about these new aquirings since they still needed to ask the obvious question.
"Where are we?" asked Aeril.
Margot was about to reply when she forgot all of her past life, knowing only what she would have known if she had stayed in Tortal, the land of their inheritance. The same thing happened to Aeril and both were taken to the fiefs were they would start their journey to claim their inheritance.
This is the start of a new story, tell me if you think that I should countinue it. To let you know it's set during Alanna's early life, but I won't tell you any more. Review, all comments are welcome as long as their constructive, "It's good is fine." even "I don't like it.", just not "Stop waisting your time.". I hope that people enjoy this fanfiction. It's goign to be somewhat A/J, but George will be looked after.
With my regards,
Brown-Eyed Fencer of Conte-Flyery