Hello people! I'm Happy, so very happy. How are you? This is the first chapter for Rumours, Part One. This is set between The Women Who Rides Like A Man and The Lioness Rampant. So this is basically a romance adventure for Jon and my new character Elizabeth. Elizabeth is related to Alanna; by her brother/Alanna's father, so she is Alanna's Aunt's Daughter. I will update Last sweet rose when I can come up with a good ending. Right now I'm having trouble; so here is Chapter one for "Rumours, part one" Oh Ya, some of the song lyrics are the Rasmus.
Enjoy!
L.
Chapter One: City Lights.
The marble floor in hallway glistened from torches in the wall brackets. That were shaped like dragons; they were green jade and black onyx, but the only sound now was the pitter-patter of two Ladies feet. It was early for anyone to be leaving the ball but these too had a secret agenda. Both wore a shade of green dresses; One dress was velvet the other was silk. One was trimmed in Sliver the other with Gold. Both had low-neck lines and both wore some kind of gem on their small neck and diamond belts outlined slim frame of bodies.
"Do you believe he didn't even glace at any lady?" shrieked out the Raven-haired Lady.
"Clam down, we have work to do." Answer the blonde bombshell
"Fuck the plan. I want him."
"You can't. We must charm Lord Thom so he will bring his Grace back to life."
"Oh yes. But I want the Prince. If that ass doesn't notice me soon I will."
"Thayet! You must clam down."
"Oh course; Copper Island Girl."
"You known our job, and we must do it. Lady Delia is to much… of a… well… Tramp to do the job right."
"Yes your right."
"We have to find his weakness."
With that both girls turned into the Young Lords rooms to search for any sign of what could make him crack, and bring Duke Roger back to life. Mean while on the other side of the castle Prince Jonathan was bribing a guard to let him out so he could go into the city. It work, and he was now setting out to meet George.
The crisp night air was good for thinking and he needed some time out of the Palace for him-self. So when George asked if the Young Prince would come to see his friend with him. Jon jumped at the chance to leave and said yes. Now as he left the Palace; darkness was galloping toward the city.
As Jon reach the store called "CIE-Dee Not"; which was a store for magic, George was standing outside waiting. His brown hair was blowing in the wind, His eyes looked darker then they normally were, and a small wrinkle started to appear on his forehead.
"Jon, your late." Scolded the Rouge.
"Ya well I had to bribe a guard at the west gate to let me out."
"Then you should have left earlier. Common my friend is waiting. He's the young Numair, he's Rogers old Apprentice."
"Oh." They entered the store with a large glass panel door; that was fogged over two show a "Book and Bottle," which was the symbol for magical product stores.
The small store on the inside was bigger then it looked. The room was dismally lit, with rows and rows of books to the right when you walked in; on anything you could imagine. At the Back right was where the counter was; it was thick cherry wood with a black marble bottom. At the front of the store on left side, were per-mixed potions and bits to make your own. This place had everything a gifted, sighted, mage or wizard (male or female) would ever need.
The back left of the shop there was a pair of full cushioned, red library chairs and a matching couch, and a cherry wood topped table stood in the middle of the chairs and on both ends of the couch. Its legs were solid marble, and were green-eyed dragons. The floor was dark rich wood; with red carpet runners everywhere around the store, that muffled Jon and George's steps. On the back wall of the store there was a staircase that lead to the second floor. That's was thick, elaborate cheery would that was like the rest of the place.
Jon and George sat down in the red chairs and waited. All of a sudden Jon heard a voice; he thought no one was here? But then he looked up, and their was a picture of a man with a long white beard and pointed hat. His robes were so long you could no longer see his shoes, they were a golden yellow colour, and then he spoke.
"George, is that you?" Asked the painting.
"Yes it is Degrad. Where is Numair?"
"Hmmm... I think he is up stairs. I'll go check." With that the Wizard left his chair and painting.
"Who was that?" asked Jon
"Oh that Degrad. He got trapped in a painting about ten years ago. After a failed attempt at a potion."
"Oh. That really must suck." Jon whispered to himself
"No not really." George answered. Holy he has good ears. Thought Jon.
"He's quiet helpful you see." Continued George " For he can travel to any room, in any place that has this painting of him."
"That is helpful." Chimed Jonathan.
Just then they heard feet coming down the wooden stairs. Jon looked up, and saw that a young man was now standing at the bottom. He was blonde and blue eyed, and he was tall and like Degrad he wore a Wizard style robe, yet they seemed more elaborated. Numair's robes were black with a sliver Dragon pattern. The young man walked over to them. Jon rose to greet him, and Numair shock hand and George hugged, Jon concluded he must have been an old friend of his. All three men sat down and began to talk.
Time passed and it was now very dark out side. The windows left the moonlight seep into the room. Jon found out; with the help of his two new friends that someone was hatching a plan against the Crown. They created a plan for Jon to go to another world and time. So they could create a plan to counter-act the plan of the un-known party.
Plus his new friend was coming with him. While George stayed here with Numair's friend, and helped him create a plan. Jon had orders to pack things he would need and to take a time portal potion before he went to sleep. He would also put a charm on his bag, so it would come with him when he left this world.
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Elizabeth Willow was dark haired and short. She had her mothers Blue/Violet eyes, and she was sweet girl; who was a senior at Monsieur Doyle Catholic Secondary School. Which was a good Catholic High school in Cambridge. Her Kilt was short but not so short that it looked like a belt, and she wore a grey sweater that said "Mustangs" on it. She also had on her favourite boots, but she was the only girl she knew who knew how to do archery, swordplay, tiling, and Jousting.
Plus she knew how to dancing, embroidering, sewing, cooking, and curtsying. She also knew about all noble titles, about magical stuff, and martial arts. She also knew how to ride a horse sidesaddle and western style. She knew how to do normal hobbies as well.
All day she had to show around this new student from New York around. He was tall, well built and bye eyed. His dark coal black hair was cut in the perfect emo-shag and was worn in a just out of bed style. He was a little cocky, and a bit rude to her at first; then he lightened up, a bit.
He carried him-self like a Prince, and she hated that so much. It really irritated her. As she drove up to the gates of her house, and she entered the code at the Iron Gate and drove up the drive. The neatly cut grass was now wet from the falling rain. The flowers seemed to welcome the rain with open arms, and as she pulled into the Garage. She turned off her car and slammed the door shut.
Elizabeth staked up the stairs to her room. But stopped for a moment at the top of the stairs to speech with Simon, Her butler. She told him about her crappy day she had. Elizabeth saw this weird smile cross Simons face, every time every time she motioned that Jonathan Conte; guy. Who all the girls at school fell head over heels for.
She was now in her music studio working on her song and listening to it on play back;
"City Lights are apart of tomorrow.
No sleep
No sleep until I am done with finding the answer
Won't stop
Won't stop before I find a cure for this cancer
Sometimes
I feel I going down and so disconnected
Somehow
I know that I am haunted to be wanted
I've been watching
I've been waiting
In the shadows all my time
I've been searching
I've been living
For tomorrows all my life
City Lights are apart of tomorrow
In the shadows
In the shadows
They say
That I must learn to kill before I can feel safe
But I
I rather kill myself then turn into their slave
Sometimes
I feel that I should go and play with the thunder
Somehow
I just don't wanna stay and wait for a wonder
I've been watching
I've been waiting
In the shadows all my time
I've been searching
I've been living
For tomorrows all my life
City Lights"
It was about Nine forty when Elizabeth was done. She looked out the large window, and saw the stars in the sky. She got that lonely feeling she got where she felt so alone; that always made her wonder if she was supposed to be somewhere else. Then she saw the City lights, and the White Mansion didn't feel so lonely. The City lights were the only stable thing in her life. Elizabeth turned the lights off and crawled into bed.
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