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Thanks you guys so much, and trust me i have many plans for our cherry headed Falon in ways of akawrdness mewahah! XD i am so very hard on my characters.

[katomorakwarrior]

An excellent example of the writer's prerogative.

[Moonblaze-Angel]

Burmps^

I bet you could get this published if you wanted to. :3

[katomorakwarrior]

I assume you know I like your story, so I don't say a lot between posts besides little comments. But I will get everything straight right here. I like your story; I want more.

(Just one thing. In your title, rebellion is spelled rebellion with two 'l's.)

[.:A r i c a R e e:.]

Hope ya finish your next chap soon >:3 Send us peeps some moar.

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I watched Dell and Arnold, smiling my big childish grin as he stomped along, roaring out with his arms spread and fingers clawed. His slick reddish brown hair tickled my chin as I laughed. It was a dream, I know because I had it before, most start out this this.
“Get them Daddy! Get the vile little wolf bandits!” I bellowed out as deep as my frail, sweet voice would let me as I pointed at my scattered brothers with a look of mock fieriness.

And like that, he turned around, ignoring Dezil and trotting to his younger sons. I tightened my legs under his arms, with one hand I gripped the collar of his shirt and his head with the other.

“Dear, why is our daughter on your shoulder in trousers?” Came the calm, overly sweetened voice of my mother, someone was going to get it now.

My father reached up and grabbed me under my armpits, hosted me up and over his head and placed be on the ground in front of him. His eyes flickered down to my waist and my innocent eyes widened, I quickly untucked my dress and let it fall to my ankles, hiding the already seen trousers.

“Well, we couldn’t very well have her tuck her dress in her drawers, dear.” Father answered, trying to keep the grin off his face and failing terribly. I giggled and hid behind his legs glancing up as my mother puffed herself up.

“And why, dear” she began, and I know she was angry, she only said ‘dear’ like that when she disapproved. “Tuck in her lovely dress?”

“I felt terrible leaving my only daughter out of the fun, but she kept tripping over her dress.” His brow arched.

I buried my face into the crook of my father’s leg, fearing punishment though I never had one over such a thing. When I moved and looked out it wasn’t my fathered leg I was behind, but a curtain. I turned and looked out the window the boys taking their fencing lessons. My brows furrowed and I kicked the curtain out of the way to see my mother glaring eyes as she held up my attempt at embroidery. No it wasn’t that I was bad, it was that I had put a pair of crossed swords with morning star flowers growing around it that annoyed her, but what angered her was it was on one of my dresses.
“Why do you do this to me?” she began, clearly exasperated. “All I ask is for you to be a lady in the company of others, wear the dresses given and smile. Simple.” Her brows furrowed she sat- – unceremoniously flopped- onto my bed and crossed her legs, putting the dress to the side.

“Mother, I can smile and wear a dress, despite not wanting to.” I started slowly, trying to find the right words. “But what I cannot do is sit down with tight lips and a mute tongue. What I cannot do is keep my hands in my lap and giggle to every word a man says. I will not be an ornament or a doll.” I said clearly, crossing my arms over my chest.

“And why, dear will you not where a dress?” She asked as if not hearing the rest.

“They are difficult to move in, they are also unsafe and heavy, you throw a fit when they are soiled and they represent femininity. When people here feminine, they picture sweet, frail and pretty. I am none of those things and doubt I ever will.”

She slapped me.

I wake up shocked and shove a very rude hand off my face, a hand which belonged to my exhausted red-headed friend. I almost scowled, thinking we were back at her home, and everything was just a long dream. That thought was proved false as Ross looked down at Falon, on her stomach, using my arm as a pillow. With one arm flopped over my throat. Never was a graceful sleeper.

“Now, boy, friend or not we can’t allow this t’go on, using each other as blankets and pillows N’ such.” Ross drawled out arching a brow.

At this, Falon stirs and looks up, furrowing her brows “Ross?” she asked, groggily. Apparently they met. “What? Why did he call you a- “
I quickly cut her off with. “I’m actually her brother, Ross; she gets sensitive over those titles.” I sputter out, my face quickly turning a crimson shade, earning quite the confused look to come across Falon’s features.

“Brother? Yew said you ain’t got any sisters” Ross said, seeming very amused.

“Well, she is really my cousin, raised as my sister, so this is not what it looks like, she was bawling all night, how could I just leave her?” I was sweating bullets, but managed to bring back a calm look. Guess I can add that to my list of lies that I shall later clear up.

“Yes… s-he would come to my house all the time, to practice with my brothers.” She said confused and doubtfully.

Then he chuckles and says “Didn’t yew just say she was sensitive over titles?” and he puts down a tray of food for Falon.
“She is that is why she calls me her brother, because I was raised like one.”
Seeming to take this as the truth he simply says “Red, you have t’get your own, so I can eat myself.” Before he left us alone; I could have sworn he laughed.

“Okay, Cousin-brother, explain…” Falon started, a bit doubtfully. At this point I think there was an unspoken agreement to forget last night’s tears, and so I explain I am dressed as a boy because they think I am a boy and that I have to be a boy to get what I want done with fewer problems. Also how the king won’t be looking for a boy.

After my little explanation, I lent her my cloak so she could cover her shorn head, which I know, embarrassed her and we both head out, it took an effort not the stretch the wound on my side, but I manage and we move on.

“That is the horse stables, yes pretty aren’t they? What? No Falon come back; let me show you around first so I don’t lose you. Now, that is where most go to show off their skills as well as tone them, and this is ...” I stop short and look up at bill as he comes this way, looking down at us grimly.

“And what are you doing?” said he with no attempt to hide suspicion.

My blood ran cold and I wasn’t sure what to say, so I put my head down and said nothing at all.

“I am joking, boy!” his face cracked a wide grin of mirth. “Most the others are in the main med-tent or sent home, no harm in showing her around.” He smiled and walked off to attend his duties and leave me to continue what I was doing.

“Well that was scary… Oh! Is there anywhere I could bath? I smell terrible…” Falon mumbled very un-lady like.

“Oh yes, there is a public spring, if you want to go there.” I said turning direction to the bathing caves. “about this time there are a lot of people, I vise you to stay away from the second pool near the wall, there is a small hole, that you can barely see unless on the other side.” I warned, then suddenly began blushing as heat rose to my face and she stared at me intensely, millions of questions flashing in her eyes. “Woe, no. I only go in there after everyone leaves, most of the time the men and woman have different bathing times and the woman stay longer. There is no sightseeing.” I manage before clamping my mouth closed in embarrassment.

“I’m glad to know you can still blush like an innocent young girl” she giggled and followed me closely.

It had not took us long to get to the bathing cave flap. It was also then Falon paused and turned looking at me with tears beading in her eyes, her face red and her bottom lip jutting out.

“They are going to see my scars and hair….” she said meekly and seemed much young then me. She had a way of making me feel very immature, but had more moments like this -moments I normally take to tease her with. I could not do that to her now- and I nod.

“Then we can come back in about an hour and it should be clear, until then I could let you meet some of my friends, some nice, some smart aleck or a mix of both.” I shrug and smile. “But they are all good people. At least the ones I met. “

“Oh, that’s good…they kind of looked like ruffians at first, I met Ross and Tate and Anya and they proved me wrong, thankfully. “ She glanced up seeing Henry walking up with a different look on his face.

He hooded his eyes, instead of narrowed (like normal when he approaches me) with an open mouth lopsided grin.

“What’s with that face?” I asked narrowing one eye and cocking my head to the side.

He went into a normal smirk and said “I am making a cool face, doesn’t it look attractive” It almost sounded like the thought it was.

“No, it looks like you’re trying to smile after too much alcohol, right before passing out. “ I said arching a brow and crossing my arms.

A small giggle came from behind me and Henry brightened upon hearing it. I turned and stared at Falon was covering her mouth in a failed attempt to stifle her chortle.

“Great, Henry she lived though that ordeal just to die laughing at your stupid drunk face!” Said I pointing an over accusing finger at Henry.

At this, Falon when into an even bigger fit of giggles and snorted; making her gasps, go wide eyed and burst out laughing again. I could see the tears beading in the corner of her eyes and her face was turning red. Henry started to laugh as well and soon I couldn’t help myself. Now isn’t this just an interesting scene? A woman dressed as a man, a scared up slave escapee and a burly man, all laughing un controllably just feet away from the public bath. Avery walked up and all fell silent. Henry made his so-called-cool-face look and we all cracked up laughing, Avery standing there like we all ate his shoes.

“What in the kingdoms are you laughing about?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Hen…Henry…here… mah-made a face like this” I gasped out and mimicked Henry’s expression.
Avery started to chuckle and cleared his throat. Everything once again fell silent between. WE all looked at each other and after a few loose giggles. Avery said, with much confusion.

“It doesn’t seem that funny…Hello, you must be….feline?”

“Falon.” She corrected curtly, narrowing her eyes daring him to repeat the mistake. I take it she knows how well known her name is in this camp.
She was the only other escapee to stay here, so it would make sense for her to be fairly known. I stared at them, Avery wearing a smug look of victory and Falon looking as if she really was about to be a feline and tear him up with claws.

“Avery, stop it and take Henry with you, you don’t know it, but this little ball of Falon could tear you up like a wolf with a rat.” I said placing my hand on Falon’s shorn head. Of course, that was a bluff and she knew it was a bluff but she put on the fierce face too.

“A, fine I was just trying to make her feel welcome.” Avery said putting up a face of feigned innocence.

I narrowed my eyes and put on my protect-Falon face. But I knew he was trying to welcome her, treating her like us instead of a slave. (Which he would think she was, given we got her out of the slave mines.)

“Well, I don’t know about her ripping us up, but I cold defiantly see her clawing are faces off.” Avery said taking a step back.

I saw Falon’s chest rise with pride and Henry started laughing. Falon put on The Look; raising her chin, hooding her eyes and keeping her lips together and teeth apart. Henry stopped laughing, and Avery looked guilty.

“Sorry, missy, I didn’t mean to be rude.” Henry said, down casting his eyes and sounding genuinely sorry.

Falon smiled and modestly put her hands together. “It is alright, I am sure you don’t. “ She said lightening her tone.

I arched my brow at Henry; he was barely 21 and was a tower with broad shoulders and muscle to match. A noble nose and strong brows, in short he looked like the man men would fear and turn some heads. And here he was, blushing like a school boy who was just given a compliment for the first time. A playful smirk tugged at my lips but I decided not to tease him, I needed him on my side. I looped my arm in Falon and threw my arm around Avery’s shoulders and drug them along and said.

“Well, let’s go meet the others!”

We went into the mess tent and as Henry downed The Drink, Avery tried cactus juice for the first time, Falon sipped her grape juice and I my ginger ale. I glanced around the tent for more people I know and seeing none I glanced at Falon and the exit, she nodded and just before we could an arm draped around both our shoulders and Avery drooped between us.

“You to lovely ladies should try deh cactus juice!” He spluttered. “Wait….you ain’t no lady, your Laurence. Pft such a richy princy name….”

“Aha, very smart of you, did you use your own imagination for that?” I asked dryly prying his arm off Falon’s shoulder, vowing to never let him drink that juice again.

“Well do ya think I stole someone else’s?” He said sounding hurt, placing his now free hand over his heart, his eyes wide and pupils so large only a tiny ring of his iris shown.


“And how would you manage this?” I ask calmly with a smirk etching itself on my lips.

“Well ya mash their heads like melons, eat their brains and get dere shmarts.” He seemed almost serious saying this before a laugh erupted from his throat.

Avery looked a man and staggered over to him. “Who lit Phil on fire…” he said staring at the man, his head cocked to the side, mouth forming an ‘o’.

He ran out the mess tent and I took Falon’s by the arm and pulled her out to see how this plays out. Before leaving I heard someone say they should have diluted his first taste. Once outside, I burst out laughing as Avery lifted the cloak of a passerby and pulled it over his head.

“invisible-ness!” he yelled out, the passerby turning concerned with the head that was suddenly under their cloak, he tried pushing him away.

By now I was vividly concerned with what he had drunk, it had better been outdated. No cactus juiced-crazed rebellion would be any good to me. I walked over to him, took his arm and pulled away from everyone, forced him to sit behind the mess tent and gave him a rock.

“Look, see this rock? It is a powerful rock with invisible eyes. Have a staring contest with it.” I said unsure if he would, given he was loopy.
He stared at the rock and blinked, yelled out how he lost and he would try until he won, so he tried again.

“Alright, Falon, peek in the tent and drag Henry out before he embarrasses himself.”

I had only known of Henry getting intoxicated once, and he had nearly pulled me into a can-can dance before tripping and falling into someone else. Maybe I could earn a favor for saving his delicate male ego… I had thought. Or I could let him embarrass himself before I save him from further embarrassment. Came a voice somewhere far in the back of my head, a voice I had known to get me quite a bit of trouble before. I shrugged and decided I would be a good girl- boy and walked back around to the entrance, upon entering I was greeted to such an interesting sight. Falon was hiding behind the crate-made bar only her eyes and forehead peeking out. A row of me, all gripping each other’s shoulders was in unison throwing there legs in the air and back down. Henry was the man in the middle, rosy faced and goofy eyed.

“Rence ma’ boy! C’mere!” He called out and I hesitantly obeyed walking over to him, but not in his reach.

“Now Henry, Remember what happened last time. . . “I started slowly.

The men released each other as the music grew faster and I was pulled into the group of dancing men, Henry linked his arm with mine and spun be around, stopping every other beat and kicking his leg as high as he could(which was surprisingly pretty high). I had saw Ross and Tate enter and they watched amused. I wrenched myself away and was suddenly light as air; hands held me by the waist and kept me in the air. I turned red and squeaked and started kicking.

“Put me down!” And whoever it was complied.
I glanced at the giggle Falon and Realized it was Henry. Well he could use some embarrassment then. I reached over, plunking a flower of a vase placed in the center of a table.

“Henry! You wanna be a cancan dancer right? Gotta be pretty, boys work them skirts!” I yelled and placed the flower behind Henrys red ear, just as the other two men started flinging around their imaginary skirts.

They all lined up, once again Henry in the middle, in all his drunken glory. They spun around and looped arms again. Everyone was laughing. Ross, I noticed was making his way over to me, so I waited.

“Lara-ence!” Falon called out.

I turned around ready to give her a correcting smile when I was shoved roughly into a woman, who shoved me away from her with a grunt.
“sor-“

I backed up, went behind the bar and turned away silencing myself; I leaned back on my elbow and sniffed the air, catching a whiff of…smoke. I looked down at my smoldering shirt and patted it quickly, eyes wide. Everyone had their attention on Henry, so thankfully no one saw the elbow of my shirt smoldering.

“Laurence!” Falon screeched again and I whipped around.

“What?!” I snapped.

“You’re on fire!” She barked back as she poured water on a candle that I suppose I knocked out.

I looked down at myself, seeing nothing, but smelling it I backed out of the back exist of the tent and felt a stinging feeling on my shoulder and went to rip off my cloak-thankfully it wasn’t my red one- and threw it on the ground stomping it. Once the flames were out I looked at my shoulder and found that it was burned slightly. Worse. It was bare. I heard a sharp intake of breath and looked at the back exist and saw Falon and next to her, Ross. I quickly picked the burnt shirt I had tugged off with the cloak and pulled it over my head. Maybe he didn’t notice, maybe he just thought I was hurt or randomly wrapped my chest in Bindings. Ross was standing there shocked and Falon looked extremely worried.

“Laurence, I reckon you got a lot to explain here.” Ross drawled out, relaxing his stance and narrowing his bronze eyes. “You best come with me.”

[Moonblaze-Angel]

More...I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed more! /dies of no more to read/ /slightly opens one eye to peek at computer screen/ Pwease write/type some more?

[katomorakwarrior]

Someone's in trouble now.
This is going to be awkwardly interesting.

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i feel so cruel to my characters ^-^ XD

[katomorakwarrior]

Ah, come on. Please tell us you have some more. (In other words, quit bumping and start writing. Unless you especially enjoy bumping.)