Tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.
Oh please tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.
I'm sick of the things I do when I'm nervous
Like cleaning the oven or checking my tires
Or counting the number of tiles in the ceiling..
Head for the hills, the kitchen's on fire!
I used to rely on self-medication,
I guess I still do that from time to time.
But I'm getting better at fighting the future,
"Someday you'll be fine.."
Yes, I'll be just fine.
Everything is Alright- Motion City Soundtrack
Review Responses:
emeraldi- thank you soo much for r&Ring... sorry had to cut this short
Queen of Crimson- read the response I sent to you VIA email... oh and thanks!
nativewildmage- ahhh those darn irish.. lol... I am irish by the way and british and german and italian baby! You went to dance camp.. ohh oodles of funn.. did you ever see American Pie? And this one time at band camp... ahh I loved that movie... hmmm one AM... I wish I was at your dance camp... haha... you sound like you had a blast...Omg I am going to a baseball game toO! the yankees vs. minnesota! yah kiddd... I love the yankees... hehe... soo anyway thanks for the upmost fabulous review.. and may the chuck norris karate chop force be with you too!
ponysteph15- ahhh no the necklace doesnt have any magic in it or spells.. etc. lol... Lee is NOT the agent... trust me on this one kiddies... lol... thanks for the cool review...
Xxlalla-azizaxX- you think the agent is rae? hmmm... we'll have to see about that... lol... just read on and thanks for the review... I appreciate it!
jamie lynn- soccer is brutal and sometimes a pain in the ass...lol... thanks for the constant reviews! you're awesome!
Misled Nymph- I don't want to give away secrets that easy... ruins the fun... yes... you'll have to thank my editor for the comma usage... thanks for reviewing!
DreamlndxFantasy- hmmmm everyone is starting to get those darn suspicions... well you do have every right to be... I do like to mix things uppp... lol... yeah my moms broken arm resulted in my messy room... lol... I'm a slob... hha... she hates me now... lol... thanks for the R&Ring... you rock!
Erytha- ughhh why does everyone think rae is the agent? lol... would I really be that evil to Jzet? haha... don't even answer that one...lol.. thanks for reviewing
On Top of Cloud9- ahhh another person with the theory that rae is THE agent... hmm... Idk... He could or not be... I like to mix things up though... sooo, keep reading and of course thanks!
JULIETTE- idk even know if you read these.. so I'm just going to say thnxs for editing
wild black fire- I never said the spy is a she... now did I? hmm... just keep on reading to find out who our mystery agent is... thanks for r&ring
Dedication: The NY Jets football team because I'm going to go see them play Philadelphia Eagles today at the Meadowlands, NJ... and I hope they kick ass (which is unlikely)... and to the NY Yankees cuz I am going to see you on sunday to play the minnesota twins... and I hope you kick ass then.. (which is very likely)
Disclaimer: Never did I own anything
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Jzet's life seemed to be going in fast forward, because soon spring came around, which meant the pages had to take their big exams.
Nervousness and excitement filled her body, as the days dwindled down to the dreaded day of the exams. Jzet was excited that she and her friends would finally be fourth year pages, not to be bossed around and bullied, and even more excited that Kearney would be leaving. He and Jacqueline caused too much trouble these days by picking fights with anyone that challenged their status. Jzet couldn't help but wonder what happened to the old Kearney.
Finally, the feared exam day came and Jzet felt like she was going to throw up from nervousness.
She left her room fifteen minutes early, so she would have extra time, just in case something came up. Her hair was pulled up high in a horse tail, her tunic was wrinkle free, and her boots had been shined. She looked suitable, but she didn't feel good. Nausea and fear were the only feelings swirling in her stomach, as she left the page's wing to head for the exam room.
Before she could even see them, Jzet heard Kearney and Jacqueline talking in the hall. She hid behind the corner to eavesdrop.
"Where am I?" Kearney asked, his voice told Jzet he was confused.
"Kearney dear, we're about to take our exams." Jacqueline told him, her voice slightly rushed.
"Do I know you?" He inquired.
"Damn," Jacqueline cursed softly. "The spell wasn't supposed to wear off for another week." Her voice suddenly became sharp. "You've been fighting me again, haven't you?"
Kearney moaned in pain.
"I- won't- let- you- get- Jzet-" His words were paused by a gasp of breath, as if he was struggling.
Kearney cried out in pain, suddenly, making Jzet tear out of her hiding spot to confront Jacqueline.
"So, the truth comes out, Jacqueline." Jzet drawled. She looked pained to see Kearney slouched against the wall, unconscious. He was glowing maroon.
Ah, she has the gift too. Jzet thought. Another thing she didn't mention to the Rattler.
"I don't know what you're talking about Queenscove." Jacqueline stammered.
"Oh, don't talk nonsense." Jzet snapped. "You've been controlling him with your gift. He's your pawn to get to me. I bet Uncle Nammir is really proud."
Jacqueline stared at her coldly.
"How do you know about Nammir?" She asked.
"I have my ways." Jzet replied, casually.
"It's that damn maid of yours, isn't it?" Jacqueline retorted. "I heard she was a thief."
"You didn't hear anything, Jacqueline." Jzet spat. "More like spied on me for Carthak."
"You have no proof." Jacqueline countered. "Even if you told them, they wouldn't believe you. They would just throw you in some place for mentally ill people."
Jzet's eyes narrowed.
"I've had enough of you messing with people's heads." Jzet growled. "Either release him or I will make you."
"Why don't we settle this after our exams?" Jacqueline reasoned. "You'll have to repeat the last three years if you're late."
Jzet pondered this. Jacqueline just wanted to have time to prepare, but Jzet needed to achieve her knighthood.
"Fine, but you have to wake Kearney up or the Rattler will be on your ass." Jzet told Jacqueline.
"Okay, I will." Jacqueline then pressed her maroon-glowing hand to his forehead, causing his eye lashes to flutter open.
"Where am I?" He asked.
"You're about to take you're fourth year page examinations." Jzet responded calmly. "But, you need to hurry, or you'll be late."
"Oh Mithros, Jzet, I'll see you later." Kearney took off down the hall running.
"So, he's back to normal?" Jzet inquired.
Jacqueline sighed.
"Yes, he is, at least for now." Jacqueline replied. "Happy?"
"Extremely,"
The two enemies took off in a run after Kearney and entered the examination room, luckily, on time.
They were hardly concentrating on the exams though, only waiting to settle their conflict once and for all. Both had the grim thoughts of spilling each other's blood.
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When the examinations were said and done, everyone had passed.
Jzet watched the acrobats Lord Padarig had hired in celebration of the fourth year pages becoming squires, only half consciously. Her mind was only on one thing- destroying Jacqueline for everything she had done to her and Kearney.
Across the dining hall another female page had similar thoughts. Jacqueline of Blue Harbor also seemed like her mind was else where. And it was. It was focused on one thing- to finish off Jzet of Queenscove once and for all. The reason was, so her uncle would finally take pride in her. She wanted her uncle's respect and love more than anything in the world. All these years, he thought of her as useless, until she decided to put her life on the line for him and his ruler to spy on the Queenscove chit. All she wanted was his love in return, even if she had to risk her life. She hadn't felt love in a long time, since her parent's death. It was a feeling she was starting to miss.
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The next morning most pages were clearing out of the palace to head home for the summer holidays, including Jzet's friends: Audrey, Kate, and Brandon. Jzet had remained in Corus, because her father was planning to stay in the palace for the summer, to take care of some personal business.
Jacqueline too remained at the palace. She was eager to fight Jzet of Queenscove and Nammir wanted her to spy.
The first day of the holiday Jzet was confronted by Jacqueline while practicing her swordsmanship down at the practice courts.
"I'm ready Queenscove." Jacqueline growled at Jzet.
"Oh, really?" Jzet replied. "I thought you had chickened out, when you didn't approach me after the examinations."
Jacqueline sneered. "I was busy Tortallan bitch."
"Busy telling Uncle Nammir all your new information." Jzet countered. "Spy," She added harshly.
"When you are dead, King Zulch will make me his right hand man." Jacqueline told her.
"You mean right hand girl." Jzet retorted. "I highly doubt that, you're only fourteen after all. He probably sees you just as a pawn. The same thing with your Uncle, Jacqueline, he sees you as a pawn."
"Liar," Jacqueline spat, her feelings obviously hurt.
Jzet shrugged. "Don't go crying to me, when Nammir throws you aside after this."
"I won't have to cry to you." Jacqueline snapped. "You'll already be dead, by the tip of my sword."
She then drew her sword.
"Prepare to die Queenscove." She hissed.
"A little first year like you, shouldn't be carrying such a big weapon like that, Jacqueline." Jzet taunted. "Are you sure you can handle it?"
"First of all, I am in my second year now, get it right." Jacqueline replied hotly. "And secondly, I was trained in the sword, before I came here, just in case of an emergency."
"Well, this is an emergency, because I am about to kick your ass." Jzet told her, anger boiling up inside of her.
They both went into the guard position.
"I hope the black god treats you nicely." Jacqueline jeered.
"I really can't say the same about you." Jzet shot back coldly.
"Guard!" They both shouted in unison.
Jzet immediately brought her sword up to block Jacqueline's hard blow. She blocked it grimly and then countered with a high thrust.
Jacqueline blocked it with ease and then, again, brought her sword down on Jzet, trying to make her knees buckle. Now, Jzet knew why she kept using high thrusts. Jacqueline was taller and bigger then Jzet, using her height and weight to her advantage.
Jzet rolled away from the younger girl, missing being struck, by her sword, by at least hair. Jzet got up off the ground swiftly, stumbling backwards to avoid Jacqueline's sword, which was lashing out at her.
As soon, as Jzet regained her balance, she went back on the offensive. Using her favorite technique, the butterfly sweep, Jzet let Jacqueline become the fighter who was on the defensive.
They exchanged a few more blows after Jzet's butterfly sweep.
Suddenly, Jzet feinted to the left and Jacqueline, the less experienced swordsman, took the bait. Jzet struck swift and hard, leaving a gash from Jacqueline's right shoulder to her left hip bone.
Jacqueline cried out in pain and Jzet winced, knowing the anguish she had to be going through at the moment. Blood poured out of the wound and stained Jacqueline's light blue tunic.
"Do you yield?" Jzet asked Jacqueline grimly.
Jacqueline groaned in pain, but without warning, her sword lashed out at Jzet, cutting her left leg from her thigh to her ankle. Jzet moaned, as she felt the sword ripping through her muscles.
"Never," Jacqueline snarled.
Jzet then side stepped a rash thrust from Jacqueline, spinning on her heel about a hundred and eighty degrees, and then slashed her sword at the end of the spin, letting the metal cut into Jacqueline's side.
Jacqueline screamed in pure suffering and then doubled over onto the ground. Jzet's sword had cut deep because now, the other page was bleeding heavily.
"What's going on here?" A voice shouted.
Her father was running towards them, his fingers glowing green.
Jzet cursed under her breath and returned her bloody sword into its scabbard.
"Did you try and gut her Jzet?" He asked, looking clearly horrified, as he crouched over Jacqueline's bloody body.
"She was trying to kill me father." Jzet protested. "We were dueling."
"Why do you two hate each other so much, to try and shed each other's blood?" He inquired, healing Jacqueline steadily, who was still lying in the ground.
"I cannot say." Jzet told him, embarrassed.
"Fine, if you will not speak," He snapped, "Then go fetch another healer in the infirmary. Her wounds are very great and I believe she needs another healer."
"Yes, father," Jzet replied jogging towards the palace.
"Make haste, Jzet," He yelled. "If she dies, you will be severely punished, not just by me."
Jzet took off in a sprint to the infirmary and grabbed the first healer she came in contact with. She literally dragged him to the practice courts.
When the healer spotted Jacqueline, he sprinted towards her, his fingers glowing turquoise.
Jzet sat on the fence and watched, as the two healers used their gifts to stop the heavy bleeding, which was a result of Jzet's attacks.
Jzet almost had forgotten, about her own wound on her left leg, which still bled, but not as fiercely, as Jacqueline's gashes did. Jzet called on her own gift to heal the cut, even though, she knew it wouldn't be very affective, since she wasn't much of a healer. But, her father and the other healer were too busy at the moment, to care for her.
Jzet managed to stop the bleeding. Perhaps, her father would finish healing the cut later.
Soon, her father and the other healer carried Jacqueline off to the infirmary on a stretcher. Both of their faces were grim and sweat soaked. Jzet felt very small, as her father caught her eye, while carrying Jacqueline on the stretcher. He looked disappointed.
Jzet, not wanting to face her father any longer, left for her room in the Page's wing for a bath and a change of clothes for dinner.
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Lee greeted her at the door.
"Why are you so sweaty?" She asked. "Were you out on the practice courts today?"
"Yeah, you can say that." Jzet answered without even looking at her maid.
"What's wrong?" Lee called after her.
Jzet was too tired to respond, so she ignored her.
She made her way to her bath, which was set out for her already. She stripped off her sweat and blood covered clothing and then climbed into the tub, grateful that the warm water was washing away the dirt and blood.
She soon exited the tub and went to her dressing room, where a clean and pressed royal blue tunic and tan breeches awaited her. She pulled them over her head and went to inspect herself in the mirror.
"Why were your pants, which you had on before, blood soaked?" Lee marched over to her and before Jzet could protest, pulled up the pants leg to reveal the monstrous cut.
"What in Mithros is this!" Lee exclaimed.
"Lee, I can explain." Jzet told her.
"You better, because I know this is going to be an interesting story." Lee snapped.
Jzet sighed and began to tell her maid and good friend, about her bout with Jacqueline this afternoon down at the practice courts.
"She didn't die!" Lee cried.
"Yeah,"
"That's terrible," Lee replied. "I hate that bitch."
Jzet groaned. "Lee, I would have been in so much trouble, if I had killed her." Jzet reasoned. "They would lock me up for the rest of my life."
"Ah," Lee waved it off, "it was just a duel."
"Which, we weren't supposed to be having." Jzet added.
Lee threw her hands up in the air. "You nobles have no fun." Lee told her. "Back in Queenscove, if I had that bitch in that position, I would have struck her through the heart and then dumped her body in the forest."
Jzet rolled her eyes.
"The crime in Queenscove is that bad?" She asked.
"You'd be surprised." Lee responded, grinning.
The room became silent.
"Well, at least she shouldn't be bothering you for a while." Lee remarked positively.
"True, but my father will be on my tail for the rest of the summer." Jzet sighed and then collapsed into a chair.
"I guess everything has its ups and downs." Lee replied.
The bell then chimed, signaling everyone that it was time for dinner.
"Well, I'll see you after dinner," Jzet told her maid, "unless my father finds me." Jzet shuddered at the thought.
"That, would deffinently be tragic." Lee said. "Well, nice knowing you,"
"So supportive," Jzet replied sarcastically.
"I try." Was her maid's answer, as Jzet exited her rooms.
"Bye for now." Jzet said bidding farewell to her friend.
Jzet walked slowly down the pages wing, which was literally deserted, and into the livelier mess hall.
"Jzet!" Someone shouted above the talking of the squires and knights who were eating in the mess.,
Jzet looked over to see Kearney, who was still at the palace in search of a knight master, waving frantically.
He doesn't even know what happened to him this past year. Jzet thought. I have to act if everything is normal.
Jzet put on her best fake smile and strolled over to her friend.
"Hi Kearney," She greeted.
"Hey," he returned, getting up from his seat quickly and giving her a hug. "I missed you."
Jzet faltered, but soon regained her composure. "You knew what was going on?" She hissed, not wanting to be over heard.
"Well, sort of," Kearney replied. "I just know Jacqueline was out to get you."
Jzet sighed. "I'm so sorry Kearney." she apologized sincerely. "I didn't want you to get hurt on account of me. I'll do anything to make it up to you."
Kearney smiled. "Well, there is one thing…" His voice trailed off.
"What?" Jzet asked, suspicious.
"I want to know what exactly is going on between you and Jacqueline." He said firmly.
Jzet again hesitated, not knowing if it was wise to trust Kearney with such information. Frankly, sometimes he could be a complete idiot and let his mouth run wild.
"Well, I don't know…" Jzet began.
"Please?" He begged. "I'll keep my mouth closed. I swear." His green-grey eyes became wide in his plea. "You can even make me take a blood oath."
"Fine," Jzet sighed, giving in. "Come to my room after dinner and we'll work out things from there."
"Deal," He replied and then shook her hand.
"Well, I'm going to get some food." Jzet told him. "I'll be right back."
Kearney responded in a quick salute. "Yes Ma'm,"
Jzet just laughed, as she made her way to the line. She was happy to have her old friend back.
Jzet was about to be served, when her father strode over to her.
She gulped, knowing that she was in serious trouble. "Jzet, you and I need to talk." Were the first words that came out of his mouth.
"Uh, I need to eat." She said evasively. "What about later?"
"No, this is serious." Her father replied, his usually lively green eyes, were now hard. "I need to know what in Mithros' name is going on."
"Fine," Jzet submitted to her father, not wanting to draw attention to them.
"Come with me." He ordered.
"Yes, father," Jzet answered obediently.
She put her tray back onto the rack and followed her father out of the mess hall.
Should I lie to him? Jzet thought, as she trailed her father down the hall to the knight's wing. I don't think I should give my secrets away to him, just yet. He might tell the king and I certainly do not want attention.
He could help you. The back of Jzet's mind told her. Jacqueline would be forced to leave.
But, Jacqueline told me that I have no proof against her. Jzet thought. It will never work.
You have the letter.
Yes, but if I told them how I got it, Lee and I would both be in trouble for breaking into her rooms. Jzet thought. It's not chivalrous and plus, I don't want Lee, especially, to get in trouble. She has fewer rights than I because she is a commoner.
Her father opened the door to his suite and motioned for her to enter.
Jzet slipped into the room quickly, wanting to get this over, as quickly, as possible.
So, what am I going to do?
Easy, just lie,
Fine, I will lie, but I am not going to like it.
It's to save your own skin, so shut up.
Jzet's thoughts were interrupted, by her father's voice.
"Okay, Jzet, you have some explaining to do." He told her sternly. "Why did you almost kill that girl this morning? Are you trying to start a civil war for Mithros sake?"
"Well," Jzet began, "Jacqueline of Blue Harbor and I have been bickering this whole year."
Which is true, Jzet thought.
"So, she challenged me to a duel at the practice courts to settle our difference."
Which is also true, Jzet thought.
"I thought that we were going to use wooden swords." Jzet lied. "But, she came charging on to the practice courts with her metal sword drawn. So, out of self defense, I drew my sword too." Her father nodded. He looked like he was buying her story. "She obviously wanted to kill me because she was fighting very rashly. But, I was the better swordsman being in my fourth year and her being only in her second. I cut her from the collar bone to her hip, hoping she would give up after that." Jzet heard her stomach growl. She hadn't eaten since this morning. "But, I was wrong. She countered with a strike, which cut my left leg." Jzet pulled up her pants leg to show him the cut.
"Did you heal this yourself?" He inquired, his fingers blazing emerald green.
"Yes," Jzet responded, embarrassed because at the tone of her father's voice, she knew she had done a bad job.
"My daughter, a Queenscove, doesn't even know how to heal." He ranted. He threw his hands up in the air dramatically. "What is this world coming to?"
"A little upset are we meathead?" A familiar voice drawled.
Jzet and her father turned to see Jzet's Uncle Dom and Aunt Kel standing in the door frame. Both of them had wide grins plastered on their faces.
"Dom, you know I hate that stupid nickname!" Her father cried. "I'm forty years old! I would have thought you would have stopped by now."
Jzet's aunt and uncle snorted at her father's words.
"Mithros, Meathead, do you really think I will ever stop?" Her uncle told him. "It's become more of a tradition, than anything else. Our family even carries it on to the next generation. I believe my son, Cole, calls your daughter Meathead from time to time."
"He does?" Her father shrieked, outraged.
Jzet shrugged. "Sometimes, but I usually shut him up fast."
Jzet grinned at the thought of her memories with her cousin. But, she was even happier that her aunt and uncle's arrival drew her father's attention away from this afternoon's skirmish.
"That's my girl," Her father praised.
"I'll have to see Cole when he comes back from Port Cayann with Raoul." Dom announced. "That boy and I need to have a long talk."
Jzet's Aunt Kel elbowed her husband in the stomach.
"Dom, Jzet isn't like Meathead." She said in Jzet's defense. "She is more like her mother. I don't think she deserves such horrible punishment."
"Oh, I bet she has her moments." Her uncle teased. "Anyone with a direct bloodline connection to Meathead definitely acts like him, sometimes."
Jzet glanced over at her father, who frowned.
"Not funny Dom," He shot back, obviously irritated. "You're teaching your son a bad lesson. Like the ancient scholar Acacius once said…"
Before he could finish, Jzet's uncle tackled him onto the ground.
"Ow, that hurt," Her father complained.
"I had to stop you." Dom said. "My beautiful wife and niece needed to be protected from your boring history lessons."
Jzet and her aunt burst out into laughter, while Dom grinned and her father fumed.
"Leave my quarters! All of you barbarians," Her father shouted. "You are a disgrace to even be in my blood line!"
He pushed them all out the door and slammed it behind them.
"Thanks Aunt Kel and Uncle Dom," Jzet told them gratefully, as they walked down the hall. "You just saved me from a most likely dull lecture on healing."
"Any time my fair lady," Her uncle replied bowing elegantly. "We were glad to be of service."
Jzet laughed at her uncle's antics.
"Well, I'll see you later." Jzet hugged them both good bye at the hallway leading to the mess hall. "I am absolutely starved."
"Good bye Jzet," Her aunt said. "We'll see you tomorrow. Maybe you and I can even have a spar on the practice courts."
"Excellent," Jzet answered.
She then turned on her heel to return to the mess hall. Hopefully, they were still serving dinner.
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After dinner, she was back in her room and about to change for bed, when a knock was heard at her door.
Lee answered it and since she did not know that Kearney was back to normal, growled, "What do you want squirt?"
Jzet, realizing it was Kearney, jumped up from her desk, where she was writing a letter to Cole about her most recent adventures and his opinion on the Jacqueline dilemma. She trusted her cousin to keep her secrets.
"Lee, he's fine." Jzet cut in. "I'll tell you later." She added in a hiss to her friend.
"Yes, milady," She curtsied towards Jzet and then said to Kearney, "Forgive me, Squire." After speaking, knowing that Jzet and Kearney wanted to be left alone, Lee scurried from the room.
"Sorry about that Kearney." Jzet apologized. "She still thinks you are the old you."
"The one that Jacqueline controlled," Kearney added solemnly.
"Yeah, well you can take a seat." Jzet offered, motioning to a chair next to the fireplace. "Do you want anything to drink or eat?"
"No thanks." Kearney replied, sitting down.
As soon as Jzet got herself settled in a chair across from him, they began to talk.
"So, what happened to me?" He asked.
Jzet took a deep breath. "Well, Jacqueline of Blue Harbor is a page here at the palace, as you know." She began. "She isn't exactly serving the Tortallan crown."
"Who is she serving than?" Kearney inquired.
"If I tell you, you promise me that you will tell no one?" Jzet questioned.
"I swear by my life that I will not tell a living soul." Kearney said, putting his hand over his heart. "If you want me to take a blood oath, I will." He added.
"I might need you to." Jzet replied frankly. "I don't want Jacqueline controlling you again and having you being forced to tell her my secrets."
Kearney nodded. "I understand."
Jzet drew her dagger from it's sheath and took out a piece of parchment.
She scribbled down on the paper that by the god Mithros, Kearney would not repeat any of the things Jzet was about to tell him without her consent, or his blood would boil, resulting in his death.
Jzet cut his left index finger and let a few drops of blood fall silently onto the parchment. Kearney proceeded in signing his name in his own blood.
"Very well, then." Jzet told him, when it was all done. "We can proceed."
"Okay, good," Kearney responded stiffly. He cradled his cut finger tenderly, like it was a small child.
"I can heal that, you know." Jzet remarked, referring to his finger.
He held out his left index finger and Jzet proceeded in healing it.
After Jzet was done healing, she continued on with the story.
"Well, Jacqueline is working for the king of Carthak, an immortal, called Zulch." Jzet said. "How did she get in contact with Zulch if she lives in Tortall, you might ask. Well, her uncle, named Nammir, lives in Carthak and is in league with Zulch. Jacqueline basically is a spy."
"How do you know all of this?" Kearney asked, curious.
Jzet took a deep breath and then exhaled. "Well, Kearney, I am a dream seerer."
"What in the god's name is that?" He exclaimed.
Great, now I have to go through a history lesson. Jzet thought, despairingly.
She began to tell Kearney about what a dream seerer is and some of her dreams she had in the past. She explained this quickly, not wanting to be up all night talking with her friend. She needed sleep.
"That's interesting…" He told her, his voice trailing. The look on Kearney's face told Jzet that he was confused.
"So, anyway," Jzet continued, not wanting to dwell on the topic any longer. "There is a prophecy made up by the god, Ganiel, which says I will one day defeat Zulch."
"That's so cool!" Kearney exclaimed. "I wish I was you."
Jzet rolled her eyes. "You certainly do not." She said harshly. "Zulch has tried to kill me many times in the past few years. He has used his gift to try and suffocate me and sends out agents like Jacqueline to try and murder me." Kearney's eyes became wide. "Trust me it's not fun being me."
"Shouldn't you tell the king?" He asked.
"No, he'll just think I'm some crazy kid looking for attention." Jzet told him. "I need to face Zulch when the time is right. The king cannot help me."
"Wow," Was all Kearney said. He looked amazed.
Jzet hid a smirk under her Yamani mask.
"I promised I would tell you everything Kearney." Jzet looked him in the eye. She wanted him to know she was serious. "Now, you have to promise not to utter a word to anyone."
"I won't." He assured her.
Jzet got up out of her chair and so did Kearney.
"Very good then," She gave Kearney a hug. "I am glad you're back."
"I am too." He replied.
"Goodnight Jzet,"
"Goodnight Kearney,"
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ugh this chapter was like blahhhhh... oh well... I promise you more action to come... and fluff... hehe... stay tuned for chapter 30
Oh and I bet you liked a special guest appearance by kel and dom!
From the crazy authoress and her damn cool editor,
Caiti and Juliette