A/N: This is the first chapter of my first fanfic, so no flames puhleeezze! Yep yep, so this is the story of Tortall's newest generation. Hope you like it! (And if you don't you don't have to keep reading it!)

Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don't own it (if I did, I'd be sending this to a publisher, sorry guys!)

Full Summary: "I'm going to use everything to save everyone, whether they like it or not."

Sarralyn Salmalin was more unique than anyone could have imagined. Born with both the Gift and Wild Magic, a feat thought impossible, Sarralyn longs to be so much more than just a Mage or Wildmage. She wants her shield, and she's going to do whatever she has to do to get it. But when both her parents reject Sarralyn's dream of Knighthood, she turns to make her own path. Masquerading as Sarra of Caramein, an orphaned Scanran, Sarralyn begins her journey to show the world that she can do anything, and be everything.

The Wildmage

Veralidaine Salmalin, known as Daine the Wildmage, enjoyed a rare day of freedom. She strolled alone through the beautiful gardens of her home, her long curls blowing in the soft wind, her stormy blue-grey eyes flashing in the dying sun. Her mind was on her family. Her husband, Numair Salmalin, the greatest mage in Tortall, had been gone for nearly a week now on his journey to the Copper Isles. Most believed it was a simple visit, to meet with Queen Dovasary and her new husband Lord Taybur Sibigat, but Daine knew that the real reason was to see the Isles' Spymaster Alianne Crow about the magic of her newborn son. Daine sighed and shook her head. A half-human child with crow-magic would surely raise some interesting questions for her knowledge-loving husband.

As she strolled along the stables, Daine tossed a brief hello in the direction of the horses, smiling as they greeted her warmly. Her own faithful pony, Cloud, was nestled tight in a grove somewhere with her mate. It always amazed Daine that Cloud chose Peachblossom as her new mate when before she had coupled and even had a fowl with Alanna's extremely handsome stallion Darkmoon. Of course, after The Lioness' steed passed in battle, where was Cloud to turn to but to someone else? Still, the turn of events greatly amused Daine and the grin was still plastered onto her lovely face long after she passed the stables.

The Wildmage stopped to pick upa toy wooden sword and her smile faltered as she thought of her three children, Numaine, Rikash, and Sarralyn. Numaine was barely two years old, the youngest of the three, and had a wonderful hobby of speaking to the palace animals, a skill that both frightened and charmed most nobles. Rikash was a prickly kind of eight-year-old, just like the stormwing for whom he was named, with great magical potential and a thirst for knowledge that his father was both happy and eager to quench. Both Numaine and Rikash would grow to become fine young Tortallan men, Daine knew. But Sarralyn… a sigh broke free from Daine's lips as she thought of her eldest child and only daughter.

Sarralyn was a nine year old unlike any other. She was neither medium in height like her mother nor as tall as her father, but somewhere in between. Her eyes were Daine's eyes; all stormy-blue with seductively long eyelashes that she'd yet to use and she had hair the color of a raven's wings, like her father. Even at this young age, it was obvious that Daine's only daughter would be a beauty when she was grown, as it was so for the Wildmage, but as she was now, Sarralyn appeared to be nothing more than an innocently mysterious young girl. But underneath Sarralyn's mask of childhood sweetness was something new and unseen before.

Unlike Numaine and Rikash, who had inherited either their mother's wild magic or their father's Gift, Sarralyn had obtained both. Not many knew this secret; that Sarralyn had somehow done the impossible and ended up with two kinds of magics, for Daine and Numair had hidden it from the world soon after their daughter's birth. They thought that if Sarralyn's Gift was not exercised, it may fade, or become more wild magic. They were wrong. Now at nine years old, Sarralyn was overflowing with her father's massive magical Gift and her mother's intense wild magic, and it would soon become impossible to ignore, as she naively grew more and more powerful.

Daine shook her head and looked to the sky. A single golden eagle was soaring overhead, and for a moment, Daine envied the bird's freedom. Surely a child of the sky did not have to worry about her daughter's insane dream to become a knight, mage, and wildmage at once! The beautiful creature half-turned in midair towards her, as if it had heard her desperate thoughts, and the woman dropped her gaze. Slowly, The Wildmage turned from her stroll and walked back home, where her children would be waiting for her.

"What will you become, my daughter? Who will you be?"

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Hi there fans of ReinaKai… I bet you've been wondering why this author has not been updating these last several months… Well, I don't really have an answer for you, but I do have something else. My name is Lia and I'm going to be taking over this story. Hopefully, this will speed up things (I really hope so) and I'll be able to finish Where the Shooting Star Lies. From now on, this account is turned over to me. I will not be significantly changing the first 9 chapters, but I will update them with my own ideas a bit, so re-reading is a good idea. I hope that I won't let down any of you!