Jill (Sample)
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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I would take my favorite trail today, one with plenty of laws and streams and even some fences to hurdle. The two guards that would ride with me would be less than happy. After the third time, a guard broke something trying to follow me on this route. I had a second parallel trail made that was somewhat easier to traverse so they could shadow me from a short distance. As I left Jumper out of the royal stables, they were waiting for me. Are we ready? I asked, and they nodded. I mounted and let jumper takeoff. He headed straight for the trail in an all out sprint, leaving my guards struggling to catch up. I laughed as the wind in my face picked up with the speed of the sprint. The first jump was a pile of rocks about three feet high, across the narrow path and easy clear for jumper. But it was a wide pile, and I loved the way he would speed up even faster, and when he took off, it seemed we were flying as he cleared the distance with only inches to spare. Good boy, I shouted to him as he slowed down slightly to take the curve and then jump a small stream, followed by a long, gradual incline just before leveling off before the third jump, a stack of fallen trees that was a good bit higher than the rocks we had cleared earlier, but not as wide. Over the years, three overhanging limbs of the trees had grown downward, and I had learned to lean to the right to avoid getting taken off my horse by running into them. Jumper slowed slightly to get his footing right and then sped up to make the jump. He was just with one stride left that I noticed something was off. The view ahead looked like the same path and forests we were on. But there was none of the normal movement of the leaves and branches ahead of us. It was an illusion, I thought, as I leaned to the right as Jumper started his leap. I had my hand on the dagger in my boot as I ran into something that felt like a big blanket that stopped my progress and wrapped me up as I was dragged off my horse, my ankle twisted painfully from the sudden separation from the stirrups. At the same time, I heard the whistling of many arrows, some thumping into the area. My two guards were to my side, the rest hitting jumper who screamed in rage. I heard a crack as one of his hooves caught one of the Attackers in the head. Then I heard a crash as he went down, silent and still my dagger was in my hand, and I tried to cut the material in closing me, to no avail. It was a sharp dagger, as could be, and yet it just slid off without penetrating. Instinctively, I released a burst of magic to clear it away from me, and it was probably enough to clear an area 20 yards around me. But instead of exploding outward, the magic rebounded off the inside of the blanket, hitting me instead. Feedback from one's own magic can be extremely painful, and I released my own scream of pain and rage before the pain silenced me. I now knew what this was I was wrapped up in and what it could only mean. Take her to the portal. I heard someone say I recognize that voice. There had been a royal fay of the summer court involved in the recent murders in Winston, North Carolina. I had agreed to let him exile in my kingdom under constant guard in exchange for information that Jade Jane and I needed to foil the plot. He had once shot Jade with silver bullets, and I knew she wanted him dead. She would now have to get in line. Several of my Attackers started kicking and cursing me, and I heard the voices of the three men that had come before me earlier today. The two men with the silly dispute over the Candlestick and Thorne a kiss, the one that had sought to become my consort. I had been betrayed. Someone had allowed these people to come into the inner court, bringing with them their red knew of conspirators and hiding their real intentions. It was a coup. And Alexis, that little weasel of a fe that had shot Jade, was the leader. Three of these blankets had been made before their creator was killed in a fight on the secret to their construction was never discovered. Blades will not cut it. Magic will not penetrate it. The purpose of them was to hold magic users helpless within without harm coming to them. Alexis wanted me alive. There was no doubt he would have chosen some Fe lady of the Royal Court to take over someone that the world of fairy could possibly choose as designated heir to the throne. He needed me alive to keep Ferry from choosing an air upon my death. While he eliminated all possible heirs except the one he wanted as his pond. I had one of the three blankets in my royal armory. I had a feeling this one was mine. If I ever got out of this mess, heads would roll. I knew where they were taking me my own one way portal to the world called the Underneath.