Golden Goblet by K.Ann.M (motivational novels for students txt) 📕

room.
She had been avoiding him lately, because he wanted to test her aptitude for magic and she also wanted him to get her some new weapons. Con knew that wanting weapons was a petty reason, but she could not help it that she loved weapons in the same way most girls loved clothes and jewlry. There was another reason she was avoiding him and it was mostly because every time he opened his mouth he would say the same thing, and she didn't want to deal with it today.
The door opened and the lights flikered on revealing another apprentice whose name was Talson. Talson didn't have a last name and was one of the most brillient apprentices the masters said they ever had the prvilage of teaching, which made all of the other student jealose. She was taller than all of the other girls and had her long amber hair in a braid. She was half changeling, half human and she possesed the exotic looks of a fairy, which only made things worse for her. Con was her only friend, and Talson shared her love of weapons.
"Con?" Talson said, wondering why Con had been sitting in the dark. Putting a finger to her lips Con gestured for her to turn the light back off and shut the door, but it was too late and Falcon spotted her and was already heading towards them.
Falcon entered the room and spotted Con, who had given up hiding and was leaning on the wall opposite the weapons.
"Con! I was just looking for you, what a coincidense." Falcon said, expressionless. The only thing the betrayed his emotions was the runes that usually flowed in patterns above his bald head where in dissarray. "Have you talked to Quinton yet, he is the one who took you in and you shouldn't avoid talking with him about him being your father."
Con glared at Falcon and stormed from the room, her mood ruined.Falcon put out a hand and stopped her from running into two apprentices.
"Go to Quinton's office, and if you don't I will take away your wepons." Falcon said, and he released her. Sighing, Con nodded and slowly walked down the corridor until she reached a stairway and then turned and opened the familier door. Letting the door shut on its own she approched the desk where Quinton was working and stopped a few feet before it. Quinton looked up from the scroll he had been reading and stood, rolling the scroll up and putting it in his top desk drower.
"Contessa, I want to tell you why I wasn't there for you when you were younger." He said.
"Let me guess, it wasn't safe for me to stay with you, or even better you could'nt afford to keep me!" she shouted.
"No Contessa, that is not why I wasn't there. Please, just listen to what happend."he pleaded, gesturing for her to sit.
"I'll listen, but only because you took me in and I owe you that much."she said, and sat down.



Storm

17 years ago . . .
"Oh Quinton, isn't she just the most beautiful thing you've ever seen." Nelzy said weakly, pale after the difficult birth, her voice soft, and stroked her daughters face smiling.
"Yes, she is very unique." a croched pale figure hissed, never taking its piercing red eyes off of the women. "My dear, may I hold her?" it said, reaching for the baby with clawed hands.
"Yes my love, of course." she said, placing the child in its arms.
"No!" cried Quinton, bursting through the door covered in wounds, blood dripping onto the floor and staining the white carpet. It turned and hissed at him, cradling the child. His wife stood up unsteadly and stared at them confused, seeing two of Quinton, and collapsed. He rushed over to her side and cast a withdrawal on the two puncture wounds on her neck pulling out the venom, then turned around to get back his child.
The window was wide open and a cascade of water was coming in, and he rushed to the window in time to see the vampire run into the forest along with its army of bretheren. The wind and rain died down and he shut the windows, then collapsed from his wounds and his exastion at having used so much power. Trying to get up to go after his newborn baby he yelled and clutched his side to find his rib bone sticking out. Before going unconciouse he saw his wife attack and drink the blood of one of the maids and then break the window and run into the forest.
Even laying there with all these wounds, he thought, they do not compare to the pain of losing your reasons for living, your family, your love, and your baby.

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Text: Kathleen
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Editing: Kathleen
Translation: Kathleen
Publication Date: 03-29-2011

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