Chatper 1                                                                                        

                                               The Bee's Again!

Malva sunk down to the ground. Her head stung like a thousand buzzing bee's. She clulched her head with pain and terror, her ten sense's going wild. Her mentor racing over to help her. She curled up in a ball on the soft green grass."I can't" she gasped for breath as her Mentor put his hand on her shoulder comfortingly then taking her hand in his, helped her up . She stood gasping for breath swaying back and forth, her head still throbbing painfully.                                                                                                                                                  " Calm down, Take a breather. Let your senses set" He said, a comforting smile on his face.  But in his eye's there was worry and concern. " I can't!" she said still breathing hard,  " It..It..It hurts". " Its all right! calm down! Take deep breaths... hmm..Yes.. What happened? What did you feel? Are you alright? ". She calmed down closing her eye's and breathed in and out, " I tried but, I just couldn't ". He looked at her in concern, " How are you feeling?".   " I'm fine but my head still throb's a little" . " What did you feel. can you explain?" . " I tried but when I got the words out my head started to sting like last time, I felt The bee's again!" She smiled weekly at him, but he could tell that she was irritated with the results of the test. " Well, we can take a break from that and work on memorization" . " I thought you said that after that we would be done for the day!" Malva protested. " Then I didn't mean what I said, Come on".

"One:Strong hearing" .

"Which includes...," prodded her mentor.

"Hearing a butterfly's wing beat from mile's away. Two: sharp eye sight, which includes being able to see each Atom building up a flower. Three: Keen sense , which includes sensing things before they happen, like big storms. Four : Magic abilities, which includes being able to use magic and senses six,eight,nine and Ten. Five: Being able to survive big falls.  Six: Disappearing. Seven: Ability to run mile's without getting tired. Eight: Turn into any magical creature. Nine, I don't like this one: Destroy someone with the blink of my eye ( If I wished). Ten, this one's awful: Destroy Villages ( the whole world if I wanted to) with a magic word that only I was born with"

" There! Now, can we be done for the day, Please!!!" she begged. "And tell me what All of those were" He said pretending not to have heard. " Arrgg!!! There gifts that I was born with, magical powers given to me by a wise and noble Dreamgranter . Now are you happy. Oh and you call them The Ten Sense's  There now can we have dinner! PLEASE!"   " It is not your agreable day is it ?! Oh well! Yes but after dinner we will practice the spells". "Ok Great "

Thwong ! Went the sword of Lamsted the young knight, His handsom blue eye's burning with sweat, as he swung and parried at the post in front of him.                                                                             " DESSIST"                                                                                                          called out the voice of the Battle master . All the young knights stoped mid- swing and let their swords drop to the ground, then slumped down themselve's for a long deserved break. Lamsted took one last swing at his arch enemy Sir Post , then leaned his sword against the post and slumped down himself.  " Lavach! Lavach! Where is that loonatic!" yelled out the Battle Master again. A man with skinny legs and a face that looked like shriveled plum, Came running as fast as he could to the battle master. He got to him and crumbled to the ground breathing very hard. " Oh there you are, Lavach I want my horse ready in five minute's and five seconds, Go! if it is not ready at that time, you will have no super! understood". He nodded his head, " Now off with you, The time has already begun" . He staggered to his feet and  when he had gone a few feet fell to the ground face first. All the young knights laughed at him and laughed even harder when his face looked up and was covered in mud, and he spit mud out of his mouth. Lamsted shook his face in disgust at how the Battle master could tourture him so. He walked over to him, grabbed him under his arms and lifted him up as if he weighed no more then a piece of paper, He set him down and brushed him off  " Go now" Lamsted whispered, " You don't want to miss your super". And Lavach ran towards the stables.

" Lamsted! Do you have my stocking's?". " WHAT?" . " DO YOU HAVE MY STOCKING'S" .    " NO I DON'T LIKE ROCKING". " NO , MY STOCKING'S" . " OH... UM... NO" . " SNOW? BUT ITS SUMMER". " NO, I  SAID NO TO THE STOCKINGS"." YEAH I KNOW . THERE NEVER WAS A CLOCK". " ARE YOU MOCKING ME" . " i KNEW YOU HAD MY STOCKING'S"." NO!!!! OH JUST WAIT TILL THE MILL STOPS"." YOU HAVE MY TOPS TOO?". a  big creaking sound filled the room then silence. " Ok what were you saying, Yelismen?" asked Lamsted. Yelismen looked at him a little confused then shook his head and said " Do you have my stockings?". " Nope sorry. Oh and by the way I don't have your tops either". Yelismen looked disapointed then started looking for them again. " SO , Mr. Wimp can't find his stockings!!" jibed a voice very filmilar to Yelismen and Lamsted. "We don't need your help looking Ruflee" Lamsted said trying to sound as aggresive as he could. Ruflee was a big stocky ugly guy from a higher level of young knights who usally went around beating up people with his gang of bullies. " Oh sure you do! I mean without me you would never find it , Plus, I know were it is" Said Ruflee, he had a devilish smurk on his face and a evil glint in his eye's. " And how would you know that" Yelismen said, And Lamsted saw that he some what already knew why. And he himself already knew. " Because I was the one to steal it!". Suddenly the big tough guy's from level four steped out into veiw, the same devilish looks in all their faces. Lamsted and Yelismen were backed up against a wall with the gang of bullies at their necks. " So you want to know where your stockings are? Well, right there", Ruflee pointed to the very top of the mill machine. Yelismen looked like he was going to be sick, And Lamsted knew all to well that Yelismen was afraid of height's. He put his hand on Yelismen's  shoulder and whispered, " I'll get them" . " Thanks" Yelismen whispered back. He looked up at the big machine infront  of him and took a deep breath, Then gathering himself up started to climb. He was halfway up when a big creaking sound filled the room, and his head started to get hot with anger. The wheel he was on started to move to the right. Lamsted stood up and with one look to where his wheel was going, he suddenly decided that moving would be a good idea. He climbed higher and higher till he finally reached the stockings, He grabbed them and  started climbing down. He jumped the the last five feet and landed on his feet at the bottom. Ruflee's mouth hung open, his eye's wide and full of hatred and his nose twitched the way it did when he has scared. Yelismen's smiled, he was obviously glad that Lamsted was not hurt and amused at the bullies being beaten. " So what was the thing you said about coming back alive was impossible?" Yelismen said smoothly with a face that really meant  ' Ha ha ha ha ha' .