The Assassin and the Ranger Chapter 1: Beginnings.
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Summary: Ranger Jade Oliver and Assassin Desmond Miles are on the hunt for a rogue Ranger that has gone into hiding in the mysterious forests of Redmont Fief. For Jade, this mission may provide the keys to unlocking her past. If she can find the Ranger, Mitch Underwood, and keep Desmond from killing him on-site, will she find out who her parents really were-a Ranger and a Courier like Crowley tell
Just Another Normal Day: Chapter OneJust Another Normal Day; A Robin Hood and Avengers Fan Fiction. I do not own the characters or settings in the story.
Nottingham village, the year of the Lord, 1192
Sir Guy of Gisborne looked at the woods surrounding Nottingham village. He was in charge of making sure the people paid their taxes, and things were going pretty smoothly for a tax day.
"Guy!" A voice called as it drew closer to him. The familiarity of the voice made him smile a little. It was one if his sisters, Jade, he remembered and turned his head as she rode up to him. "Guy, you promised to teach me how to use my sword this morning." She said, and smirked.
Had he really promised that?
"I can't, Jade." He said, mirroring her smirk. "Perhaps the sword master could?"
"I tried with him." Jade said, kicking at a peasant who, unfortunately, had gotten too close. "He said that I should talk to you or the Sheriff. But the Sheriff is angry again, and your my brother...."
Guy smiled widely. He had noticed the
The Heir: Chapter Three"Conceal don't feel." The mother said. "Conceal don't-"
I snapped the book closed. The princess in the book I was reading sounded a lot like me. Elisa. The Ice Princess. I sighed.
It had been an hour since Loki and Thor elected to get ready. I was tempted to go to Jountheim without them, but I knew better than to disobey the Allfather's orders. I shuddered at the thought.
I looked around my room. It had become covered in a layer of frost while I was reading. Mother told me that I had a gift, controlling ice, snow, and the like. But father treated me like I had a curse. Most people did. Loki tried to comfort me, showing me his powers, but there was one difference. He could control his powers-I could barely. I stood up slowly, trying not to panic. The stories words raced in my mind. Conceal don't feel, I thought. There's absolutely-
There was a knock on my door and I walked over to it. The knocking continued and I sighed under my breath. Thor was
Ranger's Apprentice: Book Three, Chapter 7 Emily looked down among the crowd of nobles as they danced to a slow, almost too quiet song. It was Hallows Eve, and she was itching to get out of the lady-in-waiting dress that Princess Cassandra had wanted to see her wear. Emily didn't say no--you never said no to a princess if you valued your reputation-or your life, at times.
The dress in itself was very pretty. It was purple with gold trim, and it had cuffs which allowed the sleeves to nearly touch the floor. Cassandra even gave her a tiara almost similar to her own, saying "Ladies in waiting wear crowns."
But something about the ball brought back memories for Emily. The couples dancing so....so gracefully, hearing the horses outside. She frowned, trying to put her finger on that memory. She touched her silver oak leaf and smiled lightly. Emily turned as she heard footsteps behind her, accompa
Black Butler: Chapter ThreeA few seconds later, he broke the kiss apart, leaving a semi-breathless Jasmine. She was scarlet, and Sebastian wondered if asking for her soul was too much to ask for. S
Jasmine stood up, smiling. "That was awesome." She said, breathlessly. She turned and sat in her desk chair. "Sebastian, please bring me something sweet. I'm not in the mood for salmon and mint salad."
Sebastian smiled, and bowed. "Would you like some tea, too, My Lady?" Jasmine looked up from a paper she had been studying.
Sebastian smiled and walked out of the room. When he was gone, Jasmine tried to turn her mind to the report one of her factories had sent her. Ever since she began to run Funtom, saying that "Ciel is twelve. He still has his youth ahead of him, I and eighteen. I don't have this youth anymore. I will be the head of Phantomhive and run Funtom. I can do it," the company seemed to be earning money rather than losing it. She sighed as she jotted a note in a notebook. Ok, she t
Black Butler: Chapter TwoJasmine got dressed quickly. It wouldn't do to keep Ciel waiting to eat, as breakfast was not served until all members of the family where seated at the table.
A few minutes later, she was walking down the hallway, past an old painting of her mom and dad. She smiled sadly as she stopped to look at it. "Wish you were here." She whispered, shaking her head to dispel tears from the back of her eyes. It wouldn't do, also, to have Ciel see her cry. She had to fake a smile-if only in the hopes to get him to smile.
Ciel looked up as she walked into the room. "You're late." He said, mildly.
"I know, Mother Dear!" Jasmine said sarcastically. "You can't expect me to be in time all the time."
"Actually, yes I-"
"Ciel!" Jasmine slammed her fork down on the table. She had tears forming in her eyes. "Enough! Please!" She stood up and ran out of the room, leaving that morning's breakfast-salmon and mint salad-untouched. Sebastian served Ciel more tea, then picked up her plate and fo
Hotch's New Girlfriend: PrologueEmily Everdeen was walking to her car. It was a cold winter night, and she only had on a thin coat. She had just finished shopping, and wanted to get home before a storm blew in.
It was, after all, winter, and snow storms are very common. She felt a tap on her shoulder and she turned around. A man was behind her, and he was holding a bag.
"You forgot this." He said.
Emily nodded. "Thanks."
"Let me walk you to your car."
"No, it's only over-"
Before she stopped talking, her head was slammed onto the hood of a nearby car, and she sank to the ground, unconscious. The man picked her up, and took her to his truck.
Jasmine Pollack smiled as she sat at her desk. Why was she smiling, you ask?
Her desk looked straight into Aaron Hotchner's office. And if you listened to Penelope Garcia, it's said that Jasmine had a crush on him. And, if you stayed to hear more, Garcia went on to say that Hotch was the same way around Jasmine.
If asked if they liked each other, Jasmine went a shad
Beer for My Horses: Chapter One"Another one bites the dust?" My side-kick, or apprentice, as Halt says, Billy Granton asks. I look at him, not laughing.
"That was a terrible joke." I say, pulling out my phone. He looks at me, then the phone.
"Your not making the call-"
"We need a profile on the guy whose doing this." I say dialing the number for Halt, my near-as-you-can-get-but-not-quite dad.
"He won't do it." Billy says. "He's been retired for 5 years." I look at him.
"Says the guy eating a hamburger at a crime scene. Yes, he will. I know he will."
I slip the phone up to my ear a try to find my blasted car keys that I put into my jacket.
"Long time no hear!" Halt says, and I instantly know he's in a good mood. A great time to ask for a favor.
"You've been following the case?" I ask.
"What are you talking about?" I hear the sound of a newspaper being shuffled and smile.
"I need a profile on the guy, but I can't get one to stick. I need help, Dad." I've called Halt dad plenty of times be
The Heir: Chapter 2When I woke up the next morning, Loki and Thor where lying next to me, their arms wrapped protectively around my shoulders. I smiled and sat up, slowly, not wanting to wake them. Loki stirred in his sleep, and I stopped, staying absolutely quiet. When he stopped moving, I got off the bed, my nightgown-that Loki had probably got me into- starting to fall to the floor. There was only one other person in my room, a maid, and I motioned for her to leave. As she left, I walked to my closet, trying to choose something to wear. I finally chose a blue dress, the one Loki bought for me. I froze as the door to my closet creaked open, and heard Loki's voice.
"For someone trying to be quiet, your very noisy." He said, chuckling.
I frowned. "And for someone who is supposed to be a good listener, your terrible." I tried, failing miserably. I heard laughter behind me. I turned to see my brothers leaning against each other, laughing. I slipped past them and into a small dressing room. As they tu