One man's fashion should not rule that of another's! - Jane Austen

blah again!

maybe I should BLAH more often hehehe!

thank you hannah! You are so awesome and make me laugh SO much! Some of the things you have done have greatly influenced me as well! why do you think I haven't done a Mikat type thing?! just kidding!! love you too, LAvadin!!

and the 'simple dagger' is the one you made, Chris!!! hehehehe but I'm not really starting another book. Its just something that popped into my head that I went with. I have a ton of short stories that I wrote a LONG time ago! You'de probably think they were hilarious! I wrote them when I was like 7-ish! hehehe

so i think I will go on with the thing I started. Its just sorta something that popped up into my head so....!!! maybe this will be something new UI write! Book two!! hehehehehehehe

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Kate seated herself at the bar, looking warily at those around her. One thing her travels had taught her was to always keep both eyes open and look ahead. The grim bar keep came over to her, scrubbing out an extremely mucky glass; the rag he was scrubbing with wasn't much better.

"What'll it be?"

"Water." Kate grunted with no emotion in her voice. The bar keep poured some grey water into the mucky glass and slid it across the counter.

"Anything else?"

"Your name and the whereabouts of Cruaf Hatcherson."

"Name is none of your business; I own this place is all you need know. Hatcherson would be no where I want to be."

"Anything a bit more helpful?"

"Center of the town, on Breaol. Shouldn't have a problem with him but don't make that man mad; he'll kill you before you can even pull the blade. Never seen anyone faster!"

With a nod of thanks and a flick of a coin, Kate was making her way for the door. Not three feet from the door, a man stuck his foot out quicker then a flash and tripped her. Standing quickly and facing the man, Kate growled "Problem?"

"Yeah, we got a prob'em! We don't like women like you in here!"
"Its not my problem that you're thick-headed! Good day!" KAte turned but the man grabbed her shoulder and turned her around. Before he could say another word, she grabbed his wrist and pushed it back towards him.

"You keep your hands off me, hear?"

"Why you!" he growled and he pulled a fist back to punch her. Ducking out of teh way and tucking her right fist into his gut, she let go of his wrist and he dropped to the floor. By this time, his friends were standing and helping the leader up. Kate turned to the door again.

"Come on Zornok! you can get her!" the smallest of his companions squeeked. Letting out a large bellow, Zornok charged her. All KAte did was move to the side when he was close and then kicked his lower back when he had passed. He fell with a startled yelp and KAte shoved her boot into the base of his neck.

"Rule number one, and listen close, never fight drunk or angry!"

He yelled again and tried to roll over but the pressure on his neck was immense. She smirked when he hands went behind his head in submission and went through the door to mount up.

Riding to the where the bar keep had told her, Kate's mind was a tornado of quetions but none had answers.

It wasn't long before KAte came up on a large house witha large gate and a guard standing in front.

"Yes, missy?" he piped. His voice was cracked with age and he barely stood above her horse's shoulder.

"I'm here to see Cruaf; he's an old friend of mine!"

"You can go in but leave the weapons with me, if you please!"

"Gladly!" she said. It didn't matter to her as long as she got them back and that she had five other small knives hidden on her person.

The guard opened the gate and she rode through a beautiful, well-kept garden filled with peonies, roses, fox gloves and many others. Cruaf's father was a merchant who made plently of money but wanted to live in a small town. When Kate had left, there had been no gate and no twenty foot wall surronding the large house.

Leaving her roan, Sini, with the man at the front of the house, Kate was lead into the marble entrance hall. Her escort bade her to wait where she was, not to touch anything and to walk as little as possible. He did not like the state of her mud washed boots and dirty hands.

"I heard you the first time, Bernard! I know she's 'a fifthy little pip-squeek' as you put it but I will see her none the less!" Cruaf's voice laughed. Kate smiled when she heard all the laughter it held.

She turned to look up the stairs and saw, not the childhood friend she had left behind but a tall, handsome man. His hair had darkened and hung just below his ears in waves. He had been shorter then her but now stood more then a head taller and his eyes were the color of moss just after the rain.

"Hello Cruaf!" she smiled.

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sorry that I have to cut it off there but I have to go! Enjoy and keep commenting!!!

see you!

kate

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5:36 PM, Jun. 6, 2008 .. Posted by Cyndle

I like it, but you need to proof read it! Some of the sentence context didn't make sense (to me).

Bleh again!

6:30 PM, Jun. 7, 2008 .. Posted by writergirl06

More....more.....now.....MORE!
I like brothers. They do get cute after a time. :D

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1:52 PM, Jun. 13, 2008 .. Posted by youngwhisper

Hmm. Not that I'm complaining any, but I was expecting the brother to live in a shack and come out a raving, unkempt drunk. Surprise there!
Where's the temper come in?

Wow!

2:32 PM, Jun. 14, 2008 .. Posted by doublefang

This looks really promising! I'm loving it!

Keep up the good work Kate! This could be even better than Tyra! :)

I like "Kate's" style a bit better than Essy's... She is more of a kick butt type... She doesn't take any trash off of anyone! :)

And pay attention Youngwhisper! Breaol is the brother and Cruaf is the old friend! hehe... I had to double check that one too! :)

Well done Kate! Keep it coming! :)

Adios!
Chris