This story is about the daughter of Numair and Daine. They ARE married! (That was for those who haven't read TC ant TQ) (And for those bastards who don't like it) (Including my friend Adelienne. All of you, who want to swear at her, can do it via my story, as long as you comment on my story. It doesn't have to be good) Ok, she is not a black robe, but a very good shape shifter. She is different; she has a gift, read it to find out. Mind, a bit, scratch that, very OOC (according to my friends)
At her birth…
A final scream echoed through the tower walls. Numair walked into the delivery room, pushing aside all the protesting nurses. His face was pained and pale. He was too worried about his wife's 32 hour long labor. His child had been shape shifting constantly in it's mothers womb. She had to shape shift her lower half constantly to keep the child inside. It was a miracle that she had survived. He saw Daine lying exhausted on the bed, arms flailed out in both directions. She had been drained of all her energy and was now surviving on magic supplied to her by healers. Numair was worried for her life. She meant everything to him. Everything, including life. He was willing to make the ultimate sacrifice and wanted to stay nearby in case the black god came, he would make a bargain, strike a deal, anything! He saw the child, the small child, shape shifting in its blanket. The nurses were all for abandoning it as a devil's child. "Don't. She is the wild mage. Of course her child is to be like that." After a reasonable amount of persuasion, they stayed. "Oh gods Daine, don't die," he prayed.
And, Mithros, Goddess, and Ganiel decided to give her life after much heated discussion, and intervention, from Fate. Fate was, well, fate. He decided what would happen in the future and prevented idiotic mages from changing the past.
Daine woke up. Numair almost cried. The moment he saw her eyes flutter open, he kissed her soundly and ran off to find a healer. The one whom he found, coincidentally was nicknamed Meathead. (hehe) Neal ran into the ward and immediately put a spell on her to keep her from feeling the pain. Numair had renewed joy and hope. He sat by her bed and held her hand, to let her know that he was there.
His child and wife were alive. His need for life was back. He wanted to live. Daine was on a quick path to recovery. His child was a healthy and intelligent shape shifter. He was a father and a husband. He was content.
Nice? Bad? I hope you'll tell me. May the power be with you. F off Adelienne. Hehe