Okay here we are chapter one, i know it's short but it's got anticipation!

Disclaimer: ...would i be here if i was Tamora Pierce. no i would be off writing more tortall books hint hint if your reading this Tamora.

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Wyldon of Cavahall and the 3rd company rode out of the forest, heading towards the convent of Tortall. They were riding to meet Lord Wylodn's daughter, Stephanie, and 'maybe' thought Wyldon, 'maybe I could catch a glimps of that Keladry of Mindelin, show her how good this place is for her.' but no matter his reasons, Wyldon always wondered, what would have happened if she had stayed? would she be more concerned with her heart than combat? he always had these questions that kept him awake long past midnight with only one comfort-he couldn't undo the past, what's done is done and he had to live with that fact. But still he wondered... a hand on his shoulder jerked him out of his thoughts,

"Look, Milord, can you see that?" sergeant Domitan of Masbolle asked, pointing toward the cliffs.

sure enough there was a small black figure standing dangerously close to the edge of one of the higher cliffs. Wyldon frowned 'What in the name of...?'

"Come," he called "what is this about?"

He kicked his horse into a canter, towards the figure. As they got closer Wyldon could make out a girl maybe 15 or 16 in a flowing, black ball gown staring towards the ocean. The gown had a simple corset with off the shoulder straps flowing with ribbons, the skirt was big and flowing, length ways , from the tips of her corset to the hem of the skirt were claw marks showing her bronze under dress. it was beautiful but looking at it made Wyldon feel that death was just around the corner.

When they halted just behind the girl she looked at them over her shoulder, she was beautiful, if a bit skinny, owning dark brown hair, high cheekbones and hazel dreamer eyes. Wyldon frowned those eyes held nothing but sorrow misery and...excitment, they looked familiar. 'No,' mused Wyldon 'i can't have met this girl before, but she's so familiar!' The mysterious girl turned back to the water,

"It's beautiful, isn't it Milord Wyldon."

'How does she know my name? that voice...i've heard it before. Quiet, soft, even...emotionless, the same as her face. i know this girl. How?' the answer was hanging right in front of him-just out of reach...

"Yes, yes it's very pretty," he said distractedly, she leaned closer to the edge, practically on it "What are you doing?"

"I'm preparing," she paused, "to fall." the girl stated calmly,

and before any of the men could move she tipped off the edge.

'Keladry of Mindilin!' the answer poped into his head.

That's who she was-Keladry of Mindilin,

"Mithros..." Wyldon moaned.

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