Disclaimer: Ahem… We DO NOT own the characters, setting ect. We aren't making money! This was written for fun. No copyright infringement is implied.
IMPORTANT-ISH: Ahem… Um… Hi. This is Ade. We would just like to say that the idea and first couple of chapters were written by Ade and then forgotten until while in a car the lost chappies were discovered. This is when Lily discovered fluff and decided I was incapable of righting fluff or even loving anyone (I, unlike her was not obsessed with Orlando Bloom). Then I knocked her socks off and when she didn't know it wrote a GREAT piece of fluff (if I do say so myself). Anyways, they were also written before TC and during the beginning of PotS. Ade also pretty much forgot everything about PotS and so this does not follow those books. Oh, yes. We know that Daine, Numair and Jon are not like there characters in the books (or maybe they act a little too much like there stereotypical selves).
Another note: Because of when this was written we realized Sam should have the sight. But we are just going to leave him with the healing gift.
Prologue
Deeza Stoneface guarded a child. She was not particularly ugly but unusual to say the least. A man stood next to them. They watched the child as she lay sleeping in a bundle of blankets. They, stormwing and human both, knew what was coming. Deeza's clan would be coming any time now to execute them, for it was of the highest shame to inter breed humans and stormwings. Suddenly screeches were heard and within five minutes both parents were dead and the child was left to die.
***
I stretched my wings, frowned, closed my eyes and prayed to the goddess they'd
change back soon. Slowly they disappeared. Nobody knew about my wings. I kept
them a secret because you needn't unsay something you didn't say to begin with.
Besides they kinda worried me. I brushed my messy red hair and looked at my
fingernails. For some reason they had always been silverish. I looked up at the
mirror and a message attached to the top said
Remember we are leaving for Corus today.
Dress nice.
-Father
I groaned. I hadn't
been to Corus in five years. Since I was seven my last memories were of sitting
in the castle all summer practically picking
my nose with boredom. I was going to the palace all summer. Well
at least I can watch plants grow I thought gloomily.
I sat on my horse. I looked at Corus
and memories of how sleeping was more exciting than being awake filled my head.
I followed my family, baron Henry, baroness Catalina, and my sister Elizabeth,
I looked nothing like the rest; they were all brunettes with green eyes, I have
dark eyes and red hair. But I didn't care.
***
My father came in later that day.
"Sahnzi. we are
to dine in the main hall tonight. Be in suitable dress." he said.
"Fine." I sighed.
***
I sat at the table, around me sat Daine Sarrasri, the famed Wildmage, Numair
Saliman and a bunch of other old farts that I could never get straight. Daine
kept giving me funny looks and then whispering to Numair. Finally I couldn't
stand it anymore. They were just
staring and whispering, staring and whispering. I leaned over an asleep geezer
and said
"Is there something wrong? Do I have food in my teeth?" I questioned.
Numair asked "Who are your parents?"
I pointed to mother and father.
"No" he said "your real parents." I pointed to mother and father once
again.
"Is there something I should know that
your not telling?" this was driving me nuts what the heck were two
people doing staring at me and asking stupid questions?
***
I had a note slipped under my door in the morning.
Meet in the lesser library at 10:00
NS and DS
At 10:00 I made
my way down to the lesser library. Numair and Daine were waiting for me.
"Could you please just tell me the big secret?" I said surely it
wasn't that awful
"Sit down," said Daine.
"Last night ummm I sensed something about you, and you don't seem to know
it."
"Okay," I said hoping for some sort of explanation.
Numair continued, "we believe that
this would be very unusual if you are, but we think you are half stormwing."
"How much did you have to drink last night?" I said. Me! Half stormwing?
No way!
"No, we're serious."
said Daine "Something must be different about you."
Okay,
I admit I didn't really think everybody had wings.
"Okay, okay" I said "I admit there are some minor details"
"What details would those be" interrupted Numair who looked like his
birthday had come early.
I sighed "Well sometimes I wake up with wings.." I
looked at the floor not wanting to see their faces. This was the first time I
had ever told anybody…EVER. I barely knew these people!
"umm… thank you." said Daine "We'll meet you in your rooms
tonight to talk with your ummm adoptive parents"
***
I stumbled out in kind of a numb shock. Father and Mother weren't my parents. I
wasn't that close to mother but my father and I shared a bond. we were friends.
Weren't we?
***
I found my room and laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling. What else could I
do if I was half stormwing? Then I heard a knock on the door and the rumblings
of my mother's, father's, Daine's, and Numair's voices. The yelling started
and I flinched. Then the door slammed opened
and my father grabbed my ear and yanked me out of my room. I was dragged down
the hall and into the living room where Mother, Daine, and Numair sat.
"I will not have any stormwings in the house. She will leave! I cannot live with an…an abnormality!" these words stung worse than bees. Imagine the only person you loved and cared for calling me an abnormality.
Numair said to Henry, "I'm sorry you feel that way
sir." and steered me out the doorway. The door slammed behind me without
one last look at my family. I stared at it. I thought they loved me? I thought
they cared? Then a little voice inside me said they liked Sahnzi not Sahnzi the
stormwing. I started to cry. Huge fat drops fell onto my dress. Daine hugged me
but nothing helped. All I could think was they hate me… they loved me before and
one fact made them hate me. Numair said "lets get her out of here. Before
she attracts more attention."
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush…A stormwing in the hand could be lethal.
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