Post by Bec on Feb 19, 2010 14:55:49 GMT 10
Title: And so it begins
Rating: PG
Length: 695
Competitor: Joren
Round: 1/E
Summary: The beginning of a series.
“Come on Joren, stop being so boring, we’re back here as squires and there are so many fresh pages to torment”
“Get lost Vinson, I’m not in the mood” a familiar voice hissed. There was a shattering of glass, then movement.
“Come on Zahir, if Joren wants to write his poetry then so be it, but I’m not going to sit around and watch”
Kel had been hiding in a dark crevice next to Joren’s open door. Moonlight flooded out into the corridor up ahead. She waited for the two large friends of Joren to leave his room and walk down the dark corridor.
Without hesitation she strode into Joren’s room and was surprised at what she saw. Joren was crouched on the floor and was carefully picking up pieces of shattered glass, which lay scattered on the floor. He was placing them carefully into an ornate handkerchief. The fragments cast colourful streaks into his pale face and hair. Kel had to admit it was a beautiful sight.
Joren looked up from his glass and spotted Kel. He quickly hid the fragments behind his back and was on his feet.
“Wh...wha… what are you doing here lump?” But Kel was too quick for him she pulled his hands from behind his back and took the handkerchief from him.
“Please…don’t” Joren pleaded, his face heavy with an emotion Kel couldn’t pinpoint, although she knew that she had never seen it on his beautiful face.
Kel cocked an eyebrow at him, as she carefully undid the knot. Although it was cracked in parts and its body was almost completely shattered she picked up the largest piece, a horses head. It gleamed in the moonlight casting an array of colours onto her tunic.
“What is it?” she asked engrossed.
“It’s a midwinter present” Kel looked at him expectantly. Joren put his hands back behind his back and looked down.
“From my mother”
“It’s beautiful” he looked up again
As if realizing that he was having a conversation and not a punch-out with Kel, he snatched the ornate gift from her grasp and placed it on his desk.
“So why aren’t you out with your friends making the lives of younger pages a living hell?”
“It’s midwinter I think they can have a break from us” you never gave us a break, Kel thought bitterly but she bit her tongue, keeping her face Yamani calm.
“Look Kel, is it possible for someone to change and be forgiven?” Kel would have been certain it was all an act if it wasn’t for the way he looked expectantly and almost earnestly at her, or the way he had looked terrified when she had grabbed his horse from him or the way his voice had risen when he had said change and forgiven.
He looked pathetic like a child who had lost his favourite doll, innocent so very un Joren like but she liked this Joren. What was she thinking? This was the same person who tormented her and who made life as a page harder than it already was.
Joren winced.
“I know what your thinking, how can the monster I was change? But I was once the star child you know, then you changed me, and I thought, how can one person, a girl, do that? And now I think you’ve done it again” he looked down at his feet.
Kel really didn’t know what to say, but instead went to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. His pale blue met her hazel, and she was transfixed. A knot tied in her chest her throat became dry. Was Joren secretly gifted? But wouldn’t she be able to tell is she was being magicked? She really didn’t know but this felt different.
And before she could decide what she felt, Joren’s lips were on hers. She liked it too much, it must be criminal. I can still push him back she thought as she entwined her fingers through his hair. Or not said a voice in her head that she had never heard before, she discovered that she liked that voice as Joren kicked the door shut behind them.
Rating: PG
Length: 695
Competitor: Joren
Round: 1/E
Summary: The beginning of a series.
“Come on Joren, stop being so boring, we’re back here as squires and there are so many fresh pages to torment”
“Get lost Vinson, I’m not in the mood” a familiar voice hissed. There was a shattering of glass, then movement.
“Come on Zahir, if Joren wants to write his poetry then so be it, but I’m not going to sit around and watch”
Kel had been hiding in a dark crevice next to Joren’s open door. Moonlight flooded out into the corridor up ahead. She waited for the two large friends of Joren to leave his room and walk down the dark corridor.
Without hesitation she strode into Joren’s room and was surprised at what she saw. Joren was crouched on the floor and was carefully picking up pieces of shattered glass, which lay scattered on the floor. He was placing them carefully into an ornate handkerchief. The fragments cast colourful streaks into his pale face and hair. Kel had to admit it was a beautiful sight.
Joren looked up from his glass and spotted Kel. He quickly hid the fragments behind his back and was on his feet.
“Wh...wha… what are you doing here lump?” But Kel was too quick for him she pulled his hands from behind his back and took the handkerchief from him.
“Please…don’t” Joren pleaded, his face heavy with an emotion Kel couldn’t pinpoint, although she knew that she had never seen it on his beautiful face.
Kel cocked an eyebrow at him, as she carefully undid the knot. Although it was cracked in parts and its body was almost completely shattered she picked up the largest piece, a horses head. It gleamed in the moonlight casting an array of colours onto her tunic.
“What is it?” she asked engrossed.
“It’s a midwinter present” Kel looked at him expectantly. Joren put his hands back behind his back and looked down.
“From my mother”
“It’s beautiful” he looked up again
As if realizing that he was having a conversation and not a punch-out with Kel, he snatched the ornate gift from her grasp and placed it on his desk.
“So why aren’t you out with your friends making the lives of younger pages a living hell?”
“It’s midwinter I think they can have a break from us” you never gave us a break, Kel thought bitterly but she bit her tongue, keeping her face Yamani calm.
“Look Kel, is it possible for someone to change and be forgiven?” Kel would have been certain it was all an act if it wasn’t for the way he looked expectantly and almost earnestly at her, or the way he had looked terrified when she had grabbed his horse from him or the way his voice had risen when he had said change and forgiven.
He looked pathetic like a child who had lost his favourite doll, innocent so very un Joren like but she liked this Joren. What was she thinking? This was the same person who tormented her and who made life as a page harder than it already was.
Joren winced.
“I know what your thinking, how can the monster I was change? But I was once the star child you know, then you changed me, and I thought, how can one person, a girl, do that? And now I think you’ve done it again” he looked down at his feet.
Kel really didn’t know what to say, but instead went to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. His pale blue met her hazel, and she was transfixed. A knot tied in her chest her throat became dry. Was Joren secretly gifted? But wouldn’t she be able to tell is she was being magicked? She really didn’t know but this felt different.
And before she could decide what she felt, Joren’s lips were on hers. She liked it too much, it must be criminal. I can still push him back she thought as she entwined her fingers through his hair. Or not said a voice in her head that she had never heard before, she discovered that she liked that voice as Joren kicked the door shut behind them.