"I don't care anymore!" Screamed an angered six-teen year old. She walked back to her room, her brown curls swinging around her as she quickly turned around to se her mentor. "I will not ever return!"
"Please Magelet," he begged. His eyes pleaded at the young wild mage. "I promise nothing will happen."
"I know that!" she snapped. And with that she slammed the door in his face. She had not meant to be angry with her mentor Numair, but she could hardly return to the old snowy mountains of Galla, especially to snowsdale. She sat on the edge of her bed looking down at her feet. Now more than ever she wished that she could vanish without a trace.
"Daine," she heard Numair's voice from the other side of the door. She pretended she hadn't, although that would hardly stop him from getting in. A soft trill filled her ears and with an almost silent click the door swung open. He stood there, beside him, the blue-scaled dragon, Kitten. The dragon looked at her and immediately turned gray. She turned around to face her headboard. She did not want to have him see her crying. Footsteps came toward her and a hand cupped her face. He kneeled down so he became eyelevel with her. Tears streamed down her face. "
"You don't understand," she murmured quietly. He positioned her face to look at him. She stared into his eyes; they were wells that she could fall in. Kitten had left to go to the stabled were she would get more attention. Staring into her eyes Numair gently pushed his lips against hers. When he pulled away Daine flung her arms around him, pulling him into a hug.
"Magelet," he said whispering into her ear. She felt a ting of lightning shoot to her stomach. "Please." She pulled back to look at him.
"Promise, Promise you wont think badly of me when," she had trouble voicing her words, "they all…" she was cut off by a kiss from him. This was deeper than the last.
"Never." He said kissing her again.
Chapter One
Almost the whole ride to Galla, Daine had been moody. Grumbling, she took kitten off her horse and proceeded to make camp. Numair had been worried about her.
You are awfully grumpy Cloud had said. The horse new a lot, but that didn't mean anything to the wild mage.
You're getting heavier too.
"What would you know?" Daine had shouted. Numair and kitten looked at her worried.
I am the one who carries you.
Daine began to feel guilt rise from her bones. You know I didn't mean that Cloud. She went to him and started to stroke his side.
The stork man is worried about you. He thinks it was something he did to make you this way.
After she had washed their plates and added wood to the fire, she took a seat by the older mage. She leaned on his shoulder. He remained still, as if he didn't notice Daine was near.
"Numair?" She said silently. She scooted in front of him. She took one of his hands. "Numair, I'm sorry I have been acting the way I've been." She took his hand and put it to her face. "I love you," she added quietly. He looked at her. Slowly his hand started to slide down from her face to her belly. She jumped up, staring at him with wide eyes. He stood up. Looking down at her.
"Daine," his voice shook, "How long…have you..."
"6 months. That is why…. I didn't want to come." She looked down ashamed. No matter how much she loved Numair, he would never want to raise a child with a bastard.
Oh stop feeling sorry for yourself! Cloud snapped.
The stork-man would do no such thing as to leave. If he even attempted he would soon see the last of his days.
Daine kept staring at her feet, not daring to look up at Numair.
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Prince Jonathan strode up and down the palace halls. He worried about Daine and Numair. The threats from Galla were becoming more and more dangerous. Raiders burned precious farmland, and killed innocent people. Even Alanna, The Kings Champion, couldn't stop them. They need peace, and it was up to Daine and Numair to get it!
"Sir." A man met him toward the eastern end of the long hallway. Jonathan looked up to see Gary. He looked weary and bags under his eyes proved that he had not had much sleep. It seemed so long ago when he, Alanna (who was still masquerading as a boy), Gary, and Roul had been naming Alanna's cat Faithful. Yes, it seemed to be too long.
"Yes?" The king asked, not wanting to await the answer the man was soon to give him.
"More raiders have been sighted," he started, "It seems to be that they have Ogres on their side now.
"I thought they had went back to the Divine Realms."
"So it was thought."
The king sighed. The immortals were back. Just what they needed, the king thought sarcastically.
