Post by Rowena on Feb 7, 2010 23:22:41 GMT 10
Title: Prophecy
Rating: G
Length: 190 words
Competitor: Sabine
Round/Fight: 1/G
Summary: Thanks to a prophecy, Sabine knows she’s not alone.
Sabine held her head high as she walked away, despite the titters of noble laughter that followed her. So the king didn’t like her, so what? Lots of people didn’t like her, it had never bothered her before.
But this is different…
She was barely listening to her friends anxious conversation as she walked through the busy Lower City. She wouldn’t have stopped but for someone calling her name.
“Sabine of Macayhill?”
Sabine whirled, her eyes coming to rest on a tiny woman draped in scarves.
“What?”
“You are Sabine of Macayhill, yes?”
“Lady Knight Sabine of Macayhill.” Sabine corrected, feeling cross.
“Titles are immaterial in my business, dear. I know you are upset, I only wanted to tell you that someday, someone else will understand what you’re going through.”
Sabine narrowed her eyes, confused. “What I’m going through?”
The woman waved a wrinkly hand covered in bangles. “The tests, the king disliking you, all that. Another Lady Knight will understand someday.”
She started to go, and Sabine raced after her. “Wait!” The woman turned. “Who? Who is she?”
The old lady smiled. “Her name will be Keladry of Mindelan.”
Rating: G
Length: 190 words
Competitor: Sabine
Round/Fight: 1/G
Summary: Thanks to a prophecy, Sabine knows she’s not alone.
Sabine held her head high as she walked away, despite the titters of noble laughter that followed her. So the king didn’t like her, so what? Lots of people didn’t like her, it had never bothered her before.
But this is different…
She was barely listening to her friends anxious conversation as she walked through the busy Lower City. She wouldn’t have stopped but for someone calling her name.
“Sabine of Macayhill?”
Sabine whirled, her eyes coming to rest on a tiny woman draped in scarves.
“What?”
“You are Sabine of Macayhill, yes?”
“Lady Knight Sabine of Macayhill.” Sabine corrected, feeling cross.
“Titles are immaterial in my business, dear. I know you are upset, I only wanted to tell you that someday, someone else will understand what you’re going through.”
Sabine narrowed her eyes, confused. “What I’m going through?”
The woman waved a wrinkly hand covered in bangles. “The tests, the king disliking you, all that. Another Lady Knight will understand someday.”
She started to go, and Sabine raced after her. “Wait!” The woman turned. “Who? Who is she?”
The old lady smiled. “Her name will be Keladry of Mindelan.”
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!