Lora peeked around the corner of her bedroom door.
Please Lord, let momma be sleeping, she prayed silently. Holding her shoes in one hand, her cloak in the other, she tiptoed down the marble-clad hallway, and down the back stairs. Sinking down into a wooden chair around the table, she looked up as her dad walked in. Heres the bow and arrow. They came just yesterday. Good luck. He smiled, set them on the table, and hurried back upstairs.
Lora smiled and pulled on her shoes and cloak. Grabbing the archery equipment that sat in front of her, she hurried out the door and down the dusty road towards the tournament. Walking along, she hummed quietly to herself, wondering how the day would unfold. A girl in the tournament was a very rare occurrence. Still, she wasnt going to let that stop her. Stepping onto the fair grounds, a small smile lit Loras face. Pulling the hood of her cloak up, she marched to the table set up at the entrance.
Id like to enter the contest, she said in a deep voice. Name? the man asked. Sir Gwydon Ephret. The man handed her a paper which she signed, then nodded towards a set of targets. Firs rounds jist startin, sir. Best be goin. Lora nodded and hurried to join the leagues of men lined up, ready to shoot. She stood at the end of the line, bow taut, arrow ready. When the horn blew, signaling them to begin, Loras arrow flew strait and true, hitting the bulls-eye dead on. The crowd cheered as Lora drew back her hood and shook out her long hair, making everyone gasp. She grinned up at them, then turned and marched happily towards the jail to tell her father how it had gone.
I do not see why you only shoot for the first round and then leave, Loras father complained, sitting at his desk, staring up at her. Because I dont feel much like spending a whole day shooting arrows at targets. It gets boring, Lora replied with a grin. Why do you work here, father? Is that any different? Being a guard at a local prison must get boring. Naw. Theyre always bringing in someone new for pick pocketing or not paying taxes. Like I said, boring, Lora said. Well, they brought in a young girl and some boy this morning. You like talking with the prisoners; Why dont you go talk to them? he suggested, obviously wanting to get back to his work. Shrugging, Lora closed the door behind her and walked down the stairs to where the newest people emitted to the jail were kept. Sure enough, a young girl was there, tied and bound, and a young man who looked rather pained. Disgusted, Lora turned to a nearby guard. Johan, what is this? We do not
beat people in this prison. Is that understood? We do not tie them up, and we do not beat them. Is that clear? She glared at him. Yes, maam. It wasnt I do done gone and hit him. Was the head guard. Well, Ill see about him later. What have they done? Nothing that I know of, maam. Give me your keys, Lora ordered. But Miss Lora-- Johan, my father owns this jail. Now give me the keys, please. She held out her hand and waited. Finally the young guard begrudgingly handed them over and Lora turned back to the cell behind her. What are your names? she asked. Im John. This is Emily, the man said. Lora opened the door and untied Emily, and helped her to her feet. She smiled down at the younger girl and gave her a small hug before turning to the man who said his name was John. Gently, she checked his bruised ribs. Turning to glare at Johan, she said, Come on. You havent done anything, and dont need to be here. Ill see to it that someone gets in trouble for this. You can go home. And before Johan could say anything she added, And if anyone tries to stop me, hell be in big trouble as well, giving the guard a pointed look.
Ushering them up the stairs she asked, And why did they put you here? The girl said, They said my father owed them money. Bah. Then they should go and collect the money. Not kidnap his daughter and friend and put them in jail, Lora said, disgusted. Have a safe trip home, she smiled, opening the door for them.
After she was sure theyd gone, she closed the door and hurried up to her fathers office to see to it that Sir Gerad was put in jail himself.
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Apelila, was that alright? If you dont like it, Ill erase it for you. Just came to mind, is all. Sorry if I messed up anything. Like I said, if you want me to change it, Ill be happy to

With love,
~Sammy