a/n; This is my first story, so sorry if it isn't too good. I am already working on the next chapter and expect it to be up within the next hmmm... Before midnight tonight. Please review with ideas. Constructive criticism is great too. How far do you think I should go with this story? I'm rambling, aren't I? Anyway...
Disclaimer; The Tortallan world and most of the characters belong to Tamora Pierce.Irani was always different. She was short for a six year old, and she often had visions, or spouted nonsensical words. She had old, knowing eyes set in her face, something that often unnerved those around her. To the other villagers, she said that her visions were sent to her from the god Shakith, that she was one of his chosen. One day, Irani was outside, in one of the towns few gardens, when she froze. This was nothing unusual to the people around her, since she did it about once a week, and woke up saying that the god had called on her once again. The people left her there, standing in the mud. They didn't often touch her during these spells, or at any other time, for that matter, thinking she had some disease that might be contagious. Irani came back to the real world slowly, a little while later. She stood up, and announced to the people that the god Shakith had called on her to go to Rathhausak. This surprised some people, since Irani never acted upon anything she foresaw, yet there was no one that tried to stop her. No one wanted the mad orphan girl. They let her go, expecting that she would be dead before nightfall.
Sorry it's short. Next on will be longer, and from Irani's point of view.