Oh how I wish I was Tammy Peirce, but alas, I am not. So Jon, Tortall, and Corus do not belong to me. But Garon does! Datte Bayo!
But of Course!
My name is Wolfi Firerain. This is my story.
Let me, if you will, take you back to a time when women were never thought of as equals, but as playthings and possessions instead. I lived in this time. It was a hard time, groups of raiders would hit and run in small villages like mine. Most were killed, but a few, me included, survived. Poor us, eh? No. For me, a 12-year-old, it was an opportunity to learn my magic. I was looked down on, but most women were. So, I tried to find work in Corus, where some women were given a little power at the least. So I worked, putting on some little displays of wind, and occasional rainstorms. Sometimes I did both, but I obviously wasn't popular with the people. I knew I had my silver Gift, I had proved that over and over, but I didn't know how strong it was.
There had been a drought outside of Corus, so I decided to help the people out. Standing on the edge of one of the fields, I summoned as much water as I could, and molded it into a cloud-like shape. There wasn't too much wind, so I expected the cloud to stay in place. I was wrong. It drifted away like a feather caught on a breeze. Calling the winds back to me wouldn't work, I was too drained already. Do you have any idea how much water there is in a cloud? Well it's a whole lot, considering I've never made a rain cloud before. I nearly collapsed as soon as the magic left my hand, but I didn't. I was smart enough to put a little barrier of air around me so I wouldn't fall. Ha! I'm not totally daft. But then again, I didn't hide my marks, and I wasn't secretive about who saw it, so maybe I am. Well, obviously secrecy wouldn't have been a bad thing after all, because just a few moments later, I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder and a gruff voice growled in my ear, "What do you think you're doing, girl?" I paled, then fainted.
Now, I'm not normally one to faint, I find it to stereotypical to the female race, but I was drained after one spell, and then this man comes up and freaks me out. Not my fault. Anyways, I woke up some time later with the worst headache I've ever had. Upon opening my eyes, I saw two then four then just one man kneeling over me. His eyes were a brilliant shade of blue and his coal black hair was perfect. I kept wondering if I was dead, so I asked him the same. He laughed, a deep laugh, strong, with a love of life you could feel. I blushed and fiddled with my skirts. I fell in love with a man who was probably over twice as old as I was; but by the Goddess: he was gorgeous! I hadn't a clue who he was, so I asked him. His laugh stopped and he looked at me like I was crazy. He asked me if I was really that daft. I slapped him. He just about slapped me back. Instead he called me an impudent little girl. I had no clue what that meant. So I asked. In return he asked me where I was from. I told him ismulac, which means 'I am stupid' in my people's language. He told me he had no idea where it was, so I told him to ask someone smarter. He told me there was no one smarter than the king. I told him to ask his king, then. He told me he was king. I fainted again. When I woke up again, he told me I was powerful. Duh. He also told me I had great potential. And offered me a job. In his court. If I could learn to control my magic better. I so took the offer. And today, at age 14, I can safely say I'm glad I did.
He asked me if I was really that dumb. I slapped him. He just about slapped me back. Instead he called me an impudent little girl. I had no clue what that meant. So I asked. In return he asked me where I was from. I told him ismulac, which means 'I am stupid' in my people's language. He told me he had no idea where it was, so I told him to ask someone smarter. He told me there was no one smarter than the king. I told him to ask his king, then. He told me he was king. I fainted again.
When I woke up again, he told me I was powerful. Duh. He also told me I had great potential. And offered me a job. In his court. If I could learn to control my magic better. I so took the offer. And today, at age 14, I can safely say I'm glad I did. Well, not too safely, I'm forever being called away from my love, Garon, to clear floods. But most of the time I'm grateful to my King.
Most of the time.
"Good-night, good-night! Parting is such sweet sorrow."
William Shakespeare - Romeo & Juliet
flyaway6: Thank you, it actually wasn't posted properly, so the end of the story wasn't up there. Hehe...
Waiting To Be Inspired: It's my Science Fair Project in that I'm analyzing the number of reviews one story gets to another. Does that explain it?
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Wolfi (the First, the Last, the Only...in meh mind at least)