Okay, I started this story a long time ago, and I haven't done anything about it in a year or so. My style has changed somewhat, but it's in a positive way. Anyway, Mat is still the great hero and the coolest guy of all times. Oh, and does anyone know when Robert's going to finish the final part?
I beg of you!!!
"No! I beg of you. Nynaeve would spank me to death if she'd even hear I'd written such foolish things. And anyway, it was a long time ago. I don't write poems anymore."
Mat's grin couldn't get any bigger. And this was the sole reason it didn't. "Nynaeve would spank you to death?" He asked. Genuinely interested.
Egwene's eyes widened. "You wouldn't." she gasped.
Mat opened his mouth to yell, but Rand stopped him. "Come on Mat. Enough is enough. Egwene could really get into trouble with Nyneave for this." He indicated the papers Mat was holding. "You know how she feels about love poems."
Mat looked entirely unconvinced, and bit back with: "She could get into trouble for this? Rand, are you serious? How much trouble do you think we would get into if we let Egwene run off. And how much has she already?" He glowered at Egwene. "Remember that time with those apples? When we used them to get Tren's ball out of the tree? We did a good thing then. And no one would have missed the apples. No one would have even noticed it. No one would have cared. But then she came along." And with that, he viciously nodded at Egwene.
Perrin agreed with both of them, but if they read the poems aloud, they couldn't go back anymore. "I agree with Rand."
Mat looked at him aghast. "How can you say that?"
"Besides," he added. "If we read them now, they'll be useless in the future. I didn't say we should give them back." He smiled at those last words.
Mat subsided, and put the documents back into his pocket. He looked at Egwene again, who was smiling, and looked as if she had won. "That does not mean we'll allow you to run off to Nynaeve. If that women gets wind of anything, we'll be speaking Will in no time."
Egwene's smile lost her triumphant look. Then she looked at Rand with her biggest eyes and saddest face and asked: "Won't you please give me the poems back? I promise I won't go to Nynaeve."
Mat and Perrin saw Rand was about to give in and hastily interfered, though both in a different way. Perrin grabbed Rand's arm and softily started pushing him away, while Mat faced right up to Egwene and said: "You won't get 'em back alright. Now go! Shoo, before I decide to read 'em anyway."
Egwene shuddered, and span away. She headed for the inn.
Mat turned back to Rand and Perrin, wearing the same smile as when he was about to tell them what he intended to do in Cenn Buie's house. "I've got an idea."
Well, everybody. I hope you enjoyed my new writing style just as much as you did my old one. It'll probably take a while before I update again, because I'll be busy on Angria.tk. Please review!!