A/N: So, lovely people, this is my first fanfiction. I didn´t think I woul publish it, but I decided to do it. I´m brasilian, so I´m sorry for some english mistakes. I would love some reviews, because when I know that someone is reading, I´ll hurry up in publishing it. So, here you are. Everthing belongs to the amazing Trudi Canavan.
Chapter 1
Cery wanted a sight of the city, so he climbed a high tree that Akkarin has suggested.
Sonea and Akkarin met Rothen, Balkan and Dorrien in front of the University.
- So your story was really true, Akkarin – said Balkan.
- Yes, Lord Balkan. – answered Akkarin – And the Guild exiled me, exiled us, expelled us from Kyralia, sent us to the land of our enemies, everything for nothing. I think you wouldn't mind if I died, but what if it was Sonea?
Sonea lowered her head and blushed. Rothen and Dorrien closed their eyes and bit their lips, as if they couldn´t think on the possibility. Akkarin bit the inside of his cheek.
- We didn´t want her to go – said Balkan – Lord Osen insisted for her to stay, but she didn´t want. And the Administrator Lorlen would be sad with your death, for example, Akkarin.
Sonea felt a fire burning inside her.
- Lorlen is not the Administrator anymore – she muttered – Because he is dead! – she shouted – He could be alive if Akkarin and I were here! Why didn´t you believe us?
- You lied so much… - started Dorrien – There was no how they know…
- I was the more sincere possible! I sad that I have killed that bitch of that Ichani…
- Sonea! – Akkarin rebuked her.
- Shut up! I sad that I have learnt black magic, I said, I said and I said!
- Many things could have happened - said Balkan – Akkarin could have lied to you in many ways. We couldn´t know if…
- Why do you always think that Akkarin is lying – she took a step in Balkan´s direction – Just because he lied about the black magic? I think now you see that he had a good reason for that and after all he was telling the truth!
- It is not making much sense, Sonea.
- Fuck you if it´s not making sense for you! – she took another step and put a finger on the Warrior´s face – The city is destroyed, a lot of people died! – she turned to the Alquemist at his side – And you, Rothen, what happened to you? I was devastated because I thought you weren´t alive!
Cery heard Sonea´s shouts and went there to see what was going on.
- What happened, Sonea? – he asked.
- Shut up! Rothen…
- I thought you would be happy with my survivor, Sonea – said Rothen.
- I am, but… - the female black magician turned again to Balkan – You could be sure before making me cry for a whole night! And you, Dorrien…!
Sonea took a step in the Rothen´s son direction and put a finger on his chest, the anger destroying her from the inside. Before she start talking again, Akkarin pulled her arms back.
- You are tired, Sonea, go get some sleep.
- Don´t tell me what to do, fuck! – the magicians were shocked and Cery was suppressing a laugh.
Suddenly, Sonea enveloped Akkarin into an embrace and started to cry. He hugged her back e avoided Rothen´s and Balkan´s stares, which meant they didn´t understanding what was going on.
- Why are you crying Sonea? – Akkarin asked fondly – No-one very important died, we are fine, Rothen is alive, your uncle and aunt are alive, your friend Ceryni and Dorrien too. You don´t need to cry.
- Everything changed, Akkarin. – she answered in a low voice, than just her lover could listen – More black magicians will come, they will not give up, they want to end up with the Guild. I wanted to have a calm life, I thought it was possible in the Guild, but since I arrived here, my life is a pandemonium. Just a few moments were really good – he smiled maliciously, but hid it, than the other magicians wouldn´t think it strange.
- Go get some sleep, Sonea. You haven´t been sleeping well even when we arrived Kyralia.
Rothen narrowed his eyes. How does he know that? She shook her head negatively.
- Well - vê said - If it is like that… How will be the Guild now? What are we going to do?
They were still hugging each other. Sonea was still crying a little.
Before Balkan could even start talking, Cery sad with a bow:
- I will tell my colleagues to bring here the magicians we saved and then you can decide together, magicians.
- Colleagues? – asked Rothen.
- The Thieves, magician.
- Right – sad Balkan with a little disdain in his voice – We will wait a little and decide everything that is necessary.
For a moment, only the rest of Sonea´s cry was audible (didn´t matter how much effort she made to stop, she couldn´t), while Akkarin caressed her hair.
- Come, Sonea – he said.
Sonea got out of his arms and went in Cery´s direction.
- Be fine, Cery.
- Be fine, Sonea.
They hugged each other and the Thief sad in her ears.
- I´ll keep an eye on Akkarin and you.
She chuckled.
Sonea wanted to hug Rothen and Dorrien and cry of happiness because they were alive, but she didn´t want to cry anymore.
Akkarin started walking in the direction of the High Lord´s Residence and Sonea went behind. He stopped abruptly and she, which was walking distracted, almost knocked her nose on his back.
- I don´t think that we can go to the High Lord´s Residence now, can we? – he asked.
- No – answered Balkan – but you can take a room in the Magician´s Quarters and Sonea another in the Novices´ one.
The two of them looked at each other as if they didn´t want to stay separated, but agreed anyway and walked to their respective places.
- You can stay with the robes for now – Balkan shouted to them.
Sonea entered the same room, which she used to stay while she was sleeping at the Novices´ Quarters. It was tidy; didn´t look like it has sheltered someone for a long time. She looked out of the window e felt a different ager toward the Guild. An anger without reason nor explanation.
She sat on her bed. Suddenly, Sonea wanted to sleep and wake up at her uncles hause, with her cousins, get up and walk around with Cery and Harrin. Nothing about being a magician. But then she remembered of Akkarin.
I would never leave him.
Akkarin entered in any room and the first thoughts that came into his mind were those ones with Lorlen. The good moments as Novices and those last, the bad ones.
He sat on his bed e put his hands on his lap. He was thoughtful for an instant.
Suddenly, Akkarin wanted to sleep and wake up in his former hause, with his sisters. Nothing about being a magician. But then he thought about Sonea.
I would never leave her.
Rothen came into his rooms and sat on the bed, thinking. He took a glass of water and wet his mouth with liquid. Apparently, they were even in love.
Obviously, he was thinking about Akkarin and Sonea. It had occurred to him that they could be in love, but it was only a possibility, but now he was almost certain about it.
And Dorrien? How will he stay?
As much as Rothen felt sorry for his son, he could not prevent Sonea to make her own decisions.
Lord Balkan entered his rooms and took an apple resting on his desk. Intact, red and juicy. He wondered what would happen to the Guild, and especially if the magicians would allow Sonea and Akkarin to stay there. Do not worry about it, Balkan. He thought. Never would cogitate to put a black magician as High Lord.
He walked to the window and saw someone right outside the Guild. It must be that friend of Sonea, the Thief.
Sonea. Since the day she threw that rock at the magicians, she has been the subject of many conversations. He did not want to hurt her; she was just a friendly young man who had got a great deal.
He thought that most of the Guild had an affection for her, thanks to her good humor and good spirit. Balkan did not want to make her suffer, but if his plan worked, and he was right about a few things about Sonea, she would suffer.
Ah, would suffer.
A/N: I know this is not a very interesting chapter, and the next one is not much better, but things will get nicer soon. Please review! Kisses and hugs for everyone!