Greetings! I made the first bit up in English one day, but then I thought about it and realised what it could mean, so now I've tweaked it a bit, Ok maybe a lot. But anyway, you don't want to hear about me, you want to hear about Mary.

Disclaimer: I do not own the books of Pellinor, cos if I did there would be a fifth one by now.

Misplaced

For almost as long as she could remember Mary had been different. She just didn't fit in. She was sitting in maths not paying the slightest bit of attention, dreaming of somewhere else: Edil-Amarandh. She imagined herself in a school like Innail or Gent, learning about important things like the balance, not maths.

She loved the books of Pellinor they were perhaps the only thing that brightened up her dismal life, apart from music. She could always be found tapping a beat or humming a tune. Her family was too poor for her to have any lessons although she did have an ancient lyre that had been passed down through her family for generations. She played it when she was alone, and had developed quite a skill with it. She was so tempted to carve the runes of the treesong onto it, but if she did her mum would kill her. She lived in a small, very remote town in the mountains. It was almost like a prison; there wasn't anywhere that wasn't rock or grass for miles, so she couldn't go anywhere else even if she wanted to. The scenery would be quite nice if it wasn't for the constant rain and grey skies. She remembered going on holiday once when she was six, but had never left this damned town since.

She was dragged out of her imaginary world by the bell and went to find her friends. Her so called "friends", who really only pitied her, she could see were on the other side of the playground. As she walked past the hundreds of faces, she wondered, not for the first time why every one in this place looked the same. They all had fair or brown hair and brown eyes. And it wasn't just the school. The whole town was like this, even her mum looked nothing like her. When she thought about it, it wasn't just looks that were very different about them. Mary had long and slightly wavy, black hair, piercing blue eyes and skin like porcelain. In her opinion she looked like Maerad and if there was ever a Pellinor movie she would get down on her hands and knees and beg to go to wherever the auditions were taking place. She had often dreamed of being rescued from this prison by Cadvan and discovering that she was actually Maerad of Pellinor, the fire lily, Elednor of Edil-Amarandh. She had dismissed that thought as unrealistic, a long time ago, although she still hoped.

It was the spring equinox, or as she called it, the spring turn. She tried to ignore this fact, as it only made her despair at her life, though it still nagged at the back of her mind. She realised that she wasn't looking where she was going a split second before she walked into Laurence.

"Oi, watch where you're going, Mary Mary quite contrary."

"Watch who you're insulting, peabrain."

"oooOOOooo, the witch is angry"

"Oh just shut up you idiot."

"I'm not an idiot."

"Yes you are." And with that she walked away. She didn't fit in with this world. She was misplaced.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully. When it was final time to go home she found that a tension was building as she walked towards the bike shed. It was becoming almost imberable but she couldn't run or even speed up. There was a seemingly endless, slow but steady walk between her and her destination. Her destination, where her future would be decided. Maerad of Pellinor, Elednor, the fire lily of Edil-Amarandh, or Mary the shop assistant. The end drew near, Mary stumbled into the bike shed and looked around. Every thing was slow and dreamlike. As she turned her gaze upon the final unsearched corner the slow realisation hit her. He wasn't there. Despair filled her up and she felt that she would burst with it. She sank to the ground and put her head in her hands. She felt as if all the breath had been knocked out of her and however hard she tried to breath it didn't help. She felt uncontrollable sobs coming on but with great difficulty stifled them. It wouldn't be good to be found here like this.

She looked up. A man was standing in the doorway, not ten feet away. The man was tall, and his stern face was shadowed by a dark, roughly woollen hood. She stood up, her legs shaking.

"Who are you?" she asked, more confidently than she felt.

"Maerad, I've finally found you!" He said as he rushed forwards to hug her. Seeing the surprise on her face he stopped and said, "It's me, Cadvan." That was the last thing she knew before every thing went black and she fell to the ground in a dead faint.

So, what do you think? I'd like some reviews before I tell you what on earth has happened. I'll try to post again soon. I apologise for any feelings of annoyance, but before I edited this the end was missing, although it was a bit of a cliff-hanger where it finished before, but this is more confusing Brought to you by,

Queen Ardina J