A/N: Well this is my first fic ever! So… all reviews welcome, as well as flames! Tell me what u think! I have to get at least 5 reviews before I start on the next chapter. Email me at diaconianni@netlineuk.net thanx!
Disclaimer: You all know the drill. I own none of the characters, except Brin.
Brin was 18 and a normal girl, or was as normal as the rest of us. She was a good student, in the middle of her medical training . She was also very attractive. She had pure blonde hair, which gave it the appearance of quicksilver. Her hair was down to her waist, and was layered so that it framed her lovely face. When someone first met her, the first thing that caught their eye were her intense sea green eyes that seemed kind, the type that seemed to look right into your soul. Such intensity would be disturbing, but somehow, with her, it did not. That was what attracted all the boys and men to her. Her lips were rose red and full, and her teeth were a dazzling white. When she smiled, everyone smiled back. She had the perfect figure. She was slim; she was nothing short of amazing (everyone get the idea? She was gorgeous).
Anyway back to the main story.
It was about 11:45 in the evening and it was horrible. It was raining as if it would never stop. There was lightning that spread across the sky, in fantastic formations. It seemed to Brin that the lightning etched the sky in cryptic patterns, only to disappear before anyone could interpret it. Suddenly the thunder boomed and crashed. It was an ominous sound, that sent shivers down everyone spine, who heard it. For excitement, or fear.
Brin ensconced comfortably on her plush armchair next to a window in her house, looked up from her coffee, and the book that she was reading. Of course it was one of Tamora Pierce books. Lioness Rampart. Even though friends told her tactfully that she had outgrown the books, she had still kept rereading them ever since her mother and father had died in a car crash, those 17 months ago. Her father was the one who introduced her to the wonderful world of reading. One of the first books that she had read was Alanna The First Adventure. She had loved them ever since.
She looked out of the window to see where the next lightning streak would strike. Then she saw something that would alter her life.
Forever.
There were three desolate figures, coming toward her house. Two of them seemed to be supporting a third. Lightning flickered across the sky to illuminate the three persons. One was a tall man.
A very tall man.
He had long dark hair and shadowed dark eyes. The other figure supporting the third was a young man, with jet-black hair, and piercing blue, sapphire eyes. Brin could tell nothing of the third person, except that it was a woman, with red fiery hair. (Anyone know who these mysterious people are yet?!)
As Brin was a medical student, she could not resist helping these people who looked so desperate for help.
Leaving her coffee, she rushed out the door to see what she could do. Brin ignored the rain and wind which whipped her hair about her face and raced over to them.
"Are you alright?" Brin asked, breathing deeply.
She examined the woman who was supported by the males. The woman was haggard and her complexion was pallid. She shivered and when her eyes opened, Brin was surprised to see it a shade of purple. Brin blinked, wondering if it was coloured contacts. She touched the woman's forehead and found it to be burning. Her kindness and concern for the woman override any hesitation or wariness she had on inviting strangers into her house.
Brin looked at the males grimly. "Come, you need shelter and your companion here is having a fever. We best get her somewhere warm and dry."
Brin saw a look pass between the males, and hoped they would see the sensibility of her suggestion. The taller man nodded and cleared his throat, "We would be grateful."
Brin quickly led them to her house and they managed to get the woman inside and lay her on the sofa. The young man touched Brin's arm and managed to say, "Please help her."
"I will do what I can." Brin answered. "But first, both of you need to get out of your wet things, the toilet is through there," she pointed. "just use the towels to cover yourselves first. I will find clothing for you later."
"Alanna?" the blue eyed male inquired.
Brin felt a strange sense of de ja vu again. He was referring to the prone woman on her sofa. "She will be fine, I will take care of her," Brin quickly assured him. "So shoo! Shoo!" The two men complied.
Brin helped Alanna take off her drenched clothing and covered her with blankets. She quickly did a basic examination of her patient. She did not look up when the men entered the room again.
"How long has she been like this?" she asked.
"About a day and a half," replied the tall man. Brin had a strange feeling that she ought to know these people? But how could she know them? She had never meet them before? Brin dismissed the thought.
"What problems has she been having?" Brin asked, carrying on her examination.
"She has had endless chills, headaches, loss of appetite and she has been tired for the last day. What's wrong? Is it serious, will she be alright?" Asked the tall and very worried man. Brin smiled reassuringly, and felt her patient's head.
"She is fine. Just a bad case of influenza, or more commonly know as flu. It shall be completely gone within seven – ten days. She should have lots of rest in a warm bed, in a well – ventilated room". Brin replied comfortingly.
The older man took in a breath and said hesitantly, "We do not know where we are, we appear to be… lost. Could you recommend us to some accommodation nearby-"
"Nonsense!" Brin interrupted. "You can stay here. I have plenty of room." She did not think these people dangerous, so what was the point in going somewhere else if she had the room here?
Brin took the other two men into the dinning room and gave them some coffee. They looked like they needed it. They accepted the coffee gratefully. "Now let's find something for you to wear," Brin said. She scrutinised them, with the younger man blushing red. "Wait here," she instructed them and she ran up to the second floor. She returned with a bundle of clothing.
The two men returned to the toilet to change into their new apparel. When they came out, Brin had finished her cup of coffee. She looked at them critically, "Hmm… a bit short on the trousers, but not bad overall."
"Thank you so much, how can we repay you for your kindness?" asked the younger men of the two.
"It was my pleasure". Brin replied cheerfully. "By the way my name is Brin".
"Oh, I forgot to introduce ourselves. I am Numair, and this is His High-" Numair did not finish before the young man cut in.
" I am Roald. I am pleased to meet you my lady".
That was when it hit her. Brin did know these people. Things suddenly clicked together.
"Where do you come from?" Brin asked.
"Some where, distant. I do not think…" Numair replied.
"Humour me," Brin responded.
"Tortall," Roald answered.
"Oh my God! This is impossible!" Brin gasped speechless.
They are characters from Tamora Pierce's books!
Numair and Roald looked around, alarmed.
"How is this possible? You're all from Tortall! How are you here? You characters in a book! Part of somebody's imagination!" Brin said speechlessly.
"I am not part of somebody's imagination!" Numair said indignantly.
"You," Brin pointed at Numair. "You are formerly from Carthak and known as Arram Draper, am I right?"
Numair narrowed his eyes, "How do you know?"
Brin picked up Lioness Rampart off the table and handed it wordlessly to Numair. As Numair flicked through the pages, his face grew white, and he drew in a sharp intake of breath.
"How do you know all this? Alanna never fully told anyone what happened to her in those God cursed Mountains! How is all this written down?" Numair asked amazed. He handed the book to Roald, who was trying to look over Numair's shoulder, but was not having much luck because Numair was a lot taller than Roald. Roald took the book and started to read the first few pages. His lovely blue eyes opened wide in amazement.
"Aunt did tell Kally, Thom and me what happened. I don't think she told anyone else, not even George or Father. How could you know this? All of what I have read is true!" Roald exclaimed.
"This is what Tamora Pierce wrote about Alanna and the rest of you. I did not even think Tortall even existed! I mean how could it exist? I don't know why I even believe, who you say you are. I just do. How did you get here? Wait, wait, wait! Does that mean that is the famous Alanna the Lioness, lying on my sofa! And that you are the famous black robe mage, and you-". She said pointing to Roald. "Are the next heir to the throne! Oh my God! This is amazing! Hold on! What about your gifts? Why could Alanna not cure herself?" Brin rambled breathlessly.
Numair paused and seemed to consider what question to answer first, "Well, when we were brought through-".
"Sorry, but maybe you should start from the beginning?" Brin rudely interrupted.
"Alright. It all started…"
Disclaimer: You all know the drill. I own none of the characters, except Brin.
Brin was 18 and a normal girl, or was as normal as the rest of us. She was a good student, in the middle of her medical training . She was also very attractive. She had pure blonde hair, which gave it the appearance of quicksilver. Her hair was down to her waist, and was layered so that it framed her lovely face. When someone first met her, the first thing that caught their eye were her intense sea green eyes that seemed kind, the type that seemed to look right into your soul. Such intensity would be disturbing, but somehow, with her, it did not. That was what attracted all the boys and men to her. Her lips were rose red and full, and her teeth were a dazzling white. When she smiled, everyone smiled back. She had the perfect figure. She was slim; she was nothing short of amazing (everyone get the idea? She was gorgeous).
Anyway back to the main story.
It was about 11:45 in the evening and it was horrible. It was raining as if it would never stop. There was lightning that spread across the sky, in fantastic formations. It seemed to Brin that the lightning etched the sky in cryptic patterns, only to disappear before anyone could interpret it. Suddenly the thunder boomed and crashed. It was an ominous sound, that sent shivers down everyone spine, who heard it. For excitement, or fear.
Brin ensconced comfortably on her plush armchair next to a window in her house, looked up from her coffee, and the book that she was reading. Of course it was one of Tamora Pierce books. Lioness Rampart. Even though friends told her tactfully that she had outgrown the books, she had still kept rereading them ever since her mother and father had died in a car crash, those 17 months ago. Her father was the one who introduced her to the wonderful world of reading. One of the first books that she had read was Alanna The First Adventure. She had loved them ever since.
She looked out of the window to see where the next lightning streak would strike. Then she saw something that would alter her life.
Forever.
There were three desolate figures, coming toward her house. Two of them seemed to be supporting a third. Lightning flickered across the sky to illuminate the three persons. One was a tall man.
A very tall man.
He had long dark hair and shadowed dark eyes. The other figure supporting the third was a young man, with jet-black hair, and piercing blue, sapphire eyes. Brin could tell nothing of the third person, except that it was a woman, with red fiery hair. (Anyone know who these mysterious people are yet?!)
As Brin was a medical student, she could not resist helping these people who looked so desperate for help.
Leaving her coffee, she rushed out the door to see what she could do. Brin ignored the rain and wind which whipped her hair about her face and raced over to them.
"Are you alright?" Brin asked, breathing deeply.
She examined the woman who was supported by the males. The woman was haggard and her complexion was pallid. She shivered and when her eyes opened, Brin was surprised to see it a shade of purple. Brin blinked, wondering if it was coloured contacts. She touched the woman's forehead and found it to be burning. Her kindness and concern for the woman override any hesitation or wariness she had on inviting strangers into her house.
Brin looked at the males grimly. "Come, you need shelter and your companion here is having a fever. We best get her somewhere warm and dry."
Brin saw a look pass between the males, and hoped they would see the sensibility of her suggestion. The taller man nodded and cleared his throat, "We would be grateful."
Brin quickly led them to her house and they managed to get the woman inside and lay her on the sofa. The young man touched Brin's arm and managed to say, "Please help her."
"I will do what I can." Brin answered. "But first, both of you need to get out of your wet things, the toilet is through there," she pointed. "just use the towels to cover yourselves first. I will find clothing for you later."
"Alanna?" the blue eyed male inquired.
Brin felt a strange sense of de ja vu again. He was referring to the prone woman on her sofa. "She will be fine, I will take care of her," Brin quickly assured him. "So shoo! Shoo!" The two men complied.
Brin helped Alanna take off her drenched clothing and covered her with blankets. She quickly did a basic examination of her patient. She did not look up when the men entered the room again.
"How long has she been like this?" she asked.
"About a day and a half," replied the tall man. Brin had a strange feeling that she ought to know these people? But how could she know them? She had never meet them before? Brin dismissed the thought.
"What problems has she been having?" Brin asked, carrying on her examination.
"She has had endless chills, headaches, loss of appetite and she has been tired for the last day. What's wrong? Is it serious, will she be alright?" Asked the tall and very worried man. Brin smiled reassuringly, and felt her patient's head.
"She is fine. Just a bad case of influenza, or more commonly know as flu. It shall be completely gone within seven – ten days. She should have lots of rest in a warm bed, in a well – ventilated room". Brin replied comfortingly.
The older man took in a breath and said hesitantly, "We do not know where we are, we appear to be… lost. Could you recommend us to some accommodation nearby-"
"Nonsense!" Brin interrupted. "You can stay here. I have plenty of room." She did not think these people dangerous, so what was the point in going somewhere else if she had the room here?
Brin took the other two men into the dinning room and gave them some coffee. They looked like they needed it. They accepted the coffee gratefully. "Now let's find something for you to wear," Brin said. She scrutinised them, with the younger man blushing red. "Wait here," she instructed them and she ran up to the second floor. She returned with a bundle of clothing.
The two men returned to the toilet to change into their new apparel. When they came out, Brin had finished her cup of coffee. She looked at them critically, "Hmm… a bit short on the trousers, but not bad overall."
"Thank you so much, how can we repay you for your kindness?" asked the younger men of the two.
"It was my pleasure". Brin replied cheerfully. "By the way my name is Brin".
"Oh, I forgot to introduce ourselves. I am Numair, and this is His High-" Numair did not finish before the young man cut in.
" I am Roald. I am pleased to meet you my lady".
That was when it hit her. Brin did know these people. Things suddenly clicked together.
"Where do you come from?" Brin asked.
"Some where, distant. I do not think…" Numair replied.
"Humour me," Brin responded.
"Tortall," Roald answered.
"Oh my God! This is impossible!" Brin gasped speechless.
They are characters from Tamora Pierce's books!
Numair and Roald looked around, alarmed.
"How is this possible? You're all from Tortall! How are you here? You characters in a book! Part of somebody's imagination!" Brin said speechlessly.
"I am not part of somebody's imagination!" Numair said indignantly.
"You," Brin pointed at Numair. "You are formerly from Carthak and known as Arram Draper, am I right?"
Numair narrowed his eyes, "How do you know?"
Brin picked up Lioness Rampart off the table and handed it wordlessly to Numair. As Numair flicked through the pages, his face grew white, and he drew in a sharp intake of breath.
"How do you know all this? Alanna never fully told anyone what happened to her in those God cursed Mountains! How is all this written down?" Numair asked amazed. He handed the book to Roald, who was trying to look over Numair's shoulder, but was not having much luck because Numair was a lot taller than Roald. Roald took the book and started to read the first few pages. His lovely blue eyes opened wide in amazement.
"Aunt did tell Kally, Thom and me what happened. I don't think she told anyone else, not even George or Father. How could you know this? All of what I have read is true!" Roald exclaimed.
"This is what Tamora Pierce wrote about Alanna and the rest of you. I did not even think Tortall even existed! I mean how could it exist? I don't know why I even believe, who you say you are. I just do. How did you get here? Wait, wait, wait! Does that mean that is the famous Alanna the Lioness, lying on my sofa! And that you are the famous black robe mage, and you-". She said pointing to Roald. "Are the next heir to the throne! Oh my God! This is amazing! Hold on! What about your gifts? Why could Alanna not cure herself?" Brin rambled breathlessly.
Numair paused and seemed to consider what question to answer first, "Well, when we were brought through-".
"Sorry, but maybe you should start from the beginning?" Brin rudely interrupted.
"Alright. It all started…"