Summary: This is a story where Daine (though I love her to death) either doesn't exist or isn't going to meet Numair. I like him so much, because he's basically rad, that I paired him with my own character whom I actually built around Daine's life and general story line.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own none of the characters in my story except for "the girl." She's all mine! Woot!
When Silence Comes to Shout
The girl's mouth opened in a silent scream as she slammed into the cobbled pavement. As she struggled to get up, the girl was pushed back down, this time to land in a puddle of mud. The mud spattered up to cover the girl's short, white hair and her tattered black dress. Her ivory skin was hidden behind the layer of mud that caked her body, and her rose pink eyes welled with tears.
"What's so damned hard about fetchin' a jacket, you good-fer-nothing' bastard-child!" The girl's mouth again opened in a silent scream as a wooden stave with a sharpened bottom tore into her side. Tears broke through the mud that covered the girl's face as blood covered her hands which she clutched to her side. She looked up in time to see that her master had raised the staff again to swing down at her head.
To her great surprise, the stave froze just centimeters above her right temple and large, strong hands pulled her trembling body out of the mud. "Alanna! I need you to heal her!" The girl looked up just enough to see a small, red-headed knight run up to her. While Alanna worked, the man who held the girl turned her face so that her eyes locked with his.
His thick, black eyebrows knitted together as they made eye contact. "Pink?" The man had a mellow baritone voice that soothed the girl as much as it frightened her.
A gruff voice behind her reminded the girl of the peril she was in. "Pink?! PINK?! Damn you, girl! I taught you the damned spell for your eyes to look green!" The girl quickly covered her eyes with a bloody hand and removed it moments later to look back up at the man who held her, certain that were it not for him, she would presently be receiving a beating for forgetting to change her eye color. She had completely forgotten about the red-headed knight and jumped when she heard the woman say, "She's all fixed up, Numair."
The man gently set the girl on the ground and angled himself to directly face her master. Looking up, the girl was able to fully see the man that Alanna called Numair. He was tall - over six foot tall - and slender, but not scrawny. He had long, black hair that he kept tied back in a strict horsetail. He wore a black robe with sleeves that would billow in the wind and carried a dark mahogany staff. The girl's master ignored Numair and bellowed at the girl. "Get over here, you ungrateful bitch! What've I told ya 'bout letting' men make any contact with ya?!"
The girl's eyes flashed pink as she looked at Numair before scampering over to her master and standing before him with her head bowed. Her vision blacked out as she felt a fist make contact with the back of her head and collapsed to the ground. Her breath was forced out of her lungs as a steel-toed foot slammed into her abdomen.
On the edges of her consciousness, the girl heard a baritone voice shout a word she didn't know. After that, her world became soundless and black.
Alright, so, I guess this is where I insert my first author's note. I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but it looked a lot longer written out on paper. I guess I'll have to combine my next few chapters. Of course, R&R if you would please, and please don't flame. If it sucks, be polite about telling me that my work inhales.
Also, I'm looking for a beta reader, so let me know if you'd like to do that for me. . Thanks! KeikuKeller
