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Chapter 8: The First Lesson – @arian2, @leslie191234 @gracelynnofmadinvail @lanaalan @wolfna23
I hope you enjoy! 🙂
The next day dawned a brilliant, radiant sun. Room 12 were weary and exhausted on their first day, thanks to Laurence. They were not troubled in the least, and that lifted a vast burden of Laurence’s shoulders. Cheshire, Mason and Aron were highly convinced Laurence was extremely unwell.
“You have HUGE bags under your eyes and-” Mason started.
“That’s because I barely got a wink of sleep!” Laurence snapped, feeling very irritated.
“You’ve gone all stand-offish and irritable and crabby and-” Aron remarked.
“That’s because your making me!”
“You keep wobbling and knocking things over, and your eyes have gone hazy, your swaying and clutching things to stop fainting, your face is feverish and on fire, and you keep clasping your head and gritting your teeth. What’s more, your skin is clammy and soaked with sweat.” Cheshire looked pointedly at the river of perspiration rolling down Laurence’s cheeks. Cheshire delved into a lengthy list of Laurence’s unwell symptoms and Laurence ignored them to having a heated debate about his illness.
“It’s most likely he has a cold,” Aron mused. “He didn’t wear any warm clothes, he just dragged on boots then dashed out.”
Laurence tuned out and examined the Evers breakfast line where he could briefly pick out Julie. Her mauve bags sagging under her half-closed eyelids clashed with the other Evers bright faces. She slouched miserably and her clear violet eyes were swollen and puffy and rimmed red from crying. For a slight second Laurence’s heart wrenched. A drop of pity mingled with his pool of anger, then was speedily dissolved as he recalled Julie’s night-time antics which had caused his ‘illness.’ He elbowed his way past the other Evers and shook her shoulder roughly. Julie wheeled around, saw the irate Laurence and blushed making Laurence roll his eyes, revolted.
“Why were you outside last night?” He was ashamed with his behavior.
“I saw a storm brewing, a really bad one. I know all about storms and I knew this couldn’t be natural. Someone had caused it, so I came to see who had.” Julie turned away. Laurence felt a tug on his sleeve, Mason was leading him away, an anxious look on his usually calm face.
Cheshire and Aron were waiting with concerned faces.
“Laurence, forget about Julie. She’s ruining your time here, just look at us now. Exhausted and your ill.”
Mason grinned encouragingly. “Let’s go to our first class and pretend Julie Never existed and show us how Good you are!”
Laurence smiled gratefully and allowed Mason to pull him to the very first lesson, which turned out to be Chivalry taught by Pollux.
“Who can trust Pollux to teach Chivalry!” Cheshire groused as they saw Pollux staggering into the blue velvet room with his shaggy canine head and scrawny giraffes body.
“Sit!” He screeched. Twenty Everboys sat down, casting amused looks at each other as Pollux lumbered about.
“Before we proceed with Chivalry, we have uniforms and schedules to hand out.”
A lily-nymph held scrolls of parchment and baskets of books. The Evers lined up and inspected their portraits which were aptly framed on the bright wall. Laurence oogled the paintings. There was Cheshire with his moppy, raven black curls and dancing green eyes atop a hill with a fine grin spread across his face.
There was Aron, legs askew a tall, leafy tree, emerald eyes twinkling and thick auburn curls fluttering in the breeze.
Mason was smiling, silky brown hair swept back and large amber eyes sparkling, and Laurence noticed what a handsome face Mason had when his hair was out of the way.
He grimaced as he past Julie’s painting – there she was, clear violet eyes glowing and her laughing mouth was open in a laugh. She was framed by a stunning sunset with deep hues and her strawberry blonde tresses flowed down her shoulders. Her creamy peach skin glowing with health on an oval face with tender rose-red lips and her brilliant eyes twinkled with vivacity. Laurence pursed his lips and turned his back on that particular painting.
Then he saw his own: A tall, lean, athletic boy with the same silky hazelnut brown curly hair gazed down, his gaze steadfast and unfaltering. He had the exact clear crystal blue, wide eyes framed with long, dark eyelashes. Bronzed, golden-brown skin peeked out from polished black boots, tight navy breeches and a royal blue sweater. Laurence was standing ***** on a cliff top with a cloudless blue sky behind him and a rippling gently ocean. His cheeks were a fresh rosy shade and his muscular frame and broad shoulders were upright and his head was raised high.
When he reached the front of the line an ebony-haired nymph smiled and handed him a scroll of parchment written in flowery writing.
Prince Laurence Of Camelot
GOOD First Year
Valor Tower, 12
An indigo-haired nymph placed a basket of books in his hand. They read:
Choosing You Princess
The Recipe Book For Good Looks
The Privilege Of Chivalry
Princes With A Purpose
Sword-Play Defense and Attacks
The uniform was a light blue shirt with a stiff collar. Tall, shining navy boots made a satisfying clack of steel matched cornflower blue waistcoats embroidered with gold lace. A knotted, royal blue, slim tie was embroidered with a single gold initial. Tight, slender fitting beige breeches and thick, white non-slip gloves held gleaming steel in slender cases sheathed to their waists and a red rose tucked in a shirt pocket. Then finally, (finally!) Pollux started the Chivalry lesson on bowing. He swept into a long sweeping bow (or rather tripped on his giraffe legs, mumbling that it would be understandable when he got the body) and asked the Everboys to have a go.
Some bows were Good, others horrendous and a few miraculous. Cheshire produced a first-rate bow, hand brushing the ground. Aron was superior, twirling his hands and Mason stumbled, resulting in a half trip, half stumble. The ranks were awarded with bated breath.
Laurence, who had produced a perfect bow received a burst of gold sparks and a shining, proud 1. Even though his back was stiff and cramped Laurence was used to bowing in Camelot in the royal ***** his parents loved to host. Launching himself into a swift bow, Laurence arched his painful back into a delicate curve. Pollux had nodded approvingly and awarded the rest of the ranks. Aron won a sparkling green 6, Cheshire a luminous two. Mason moped under a rusted 13 which wavered then toppled into his head. Aron, even with his brilliant posture and grace, a shiny navy ten, hovered over him, for Kip had been jumping out at Aron’s collar and making rude faces at the haughty Pollux. Aali was gifted with a 8, an Everboy named Nick 3. Laurence felt worn out already as he limped to his next lesson.
I hoped you liked my writing! Any critisism is fine, and if you were interested, you could read the other chapters at @peppy
Amazing! I love the excellent details, especially when you are describing the paintings. I see no need for any criticism, I think it’s flawless and I can’t wait to hear more! 🙂
Great, I love all the detail and I’d love to be in your story! I’m working at getting my two character’s bios. @jlb23 and you don’t have to use them. 😉
You said you would use some of my characters. I was just wondering when?
I have no more space for Ever’s in my story – so sorry.
I will use Jasper in my Surviving Fairy Tales lesson
I hope that’s okay with you 🙂