Welcome all! I have just began writing and wish to test out my writing style and what better way then to write fanfics?Read this and let me know what you think.I am open to suggestions and different ideas. There is a slash warning but thats only because it deals with Vanyel and Stefen, possibly Moondance and Starwind. That should be fairly obvious. I am not sure if this is considered a short chapter or a long one.Let me know alright. Now back to what's important.
Disclaimer: Hmm I guess I have to tell everyone that I do not own any of Mercedes Lackey's work or anything that may seem familiar.
Uh. This fic should just be PG13 and that mostly to be safe. So I hope you all enjoy.
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:italics:-mindspeech
"talking"- natural speech
(8)-point of view change
Chapter one
Leareth stood facing down his greatest adversary. The time to act was upon them. The man with striking silver eyes called to something inside of him. Something he wanted, if only he could find a way to break him. The Herald swayed on his feet, barely holding onto conscienceless. His entire being focused on the one in black. Leareth smirked and mind spoke to his main power source. :Look at him. This is who you wanted to examine! He is weak, he will break, I shall have him.:
"well?" Leareth shifted his weight impatiently. He had just offered the Herald a position at his right hand... and more. The Herald sent a glare his way.
His eyes gleamed as light bounced on thin air, proof that a powerful mage was shielding himself from sight. A silent question was sent along the bond that tied them together.No! Do nothing! He WILL see you. Look, he is almost depleted. Leareth was furious that his servant would have the nerve to ask. Another silent question passed over his mind this time with more urgency. Be quick. He grunted.
The movement of his servant went as unnoticed as the feel of a shadow over skin. It moved quickly to the side of the Herald-Mage. It slipped into his thoughts and found traces of sorrow and defeat. Also regret and a burning rage for the one who stood before him. The regret was odd. There was understanding and determination laced with it. It was all directed to one name. Stefen. Who is Stefen? Why do they have such a deep connection? The shadow found the companion bond between him and Yfandes. It found this interesting and followed it. The companion was moving fast. Very fast. Towards them. The shadow stumbles out of the Heralds thoughts and unintentionally alerted the Herald to its presence. With that the Herald turned his attention to the shadow.
(8)
"Dear Gods." Vanyel Ashkevron whispered to himself. He didn't even know there was a SECOND! The dream was right up until this point. He looked around him with Mage Sight. There! Almost directly beside him was someone or something Shielding. It was attached to Master Dark. A strong surge of power passed between them.
'Fandes was coming. The sound of her hooves against the snow rang through the air. :'Fandes stop! Look: Van Mindspoke/yelled at her. She stood in a dead stop while her chosen sent an image of his new discovery and the question :can we break it:her way.She stamped in one place and snorted. :Yes, Van. Break the link. Cut it, now:
Vanyel concentrated his energy and cut the link between Master Dark and his source. He sent the energy into Master Dark. A bond, broken and being that strong with that much power being passed through Leareth, made Vanyel's first time experience with gate energy seem no more then a scraped knee. There was nothing. No cry of pain or surprise came from that part of Crookback Pass. The truly shocking part of this unforgettable end was the high, thin scream of pain that erupted from beside Herald and companion. A girl no older then than twelve appeared and collapsed. She lay on the snow wearing clothing very similar to Tayledras style. A skirt of animal pelt and dyed silk fell stiff over thin legs. A small,sleevless, leathervest covered her undeveloped chest not reaching her navel. Her hair was pitch black. She wore no shoes and looked deathly pale. Her uncovered stomach showed ribs. She was extremely malnourished.
Van looked up and saw Master Dark still living and rising slowly to his feet. He had redirected the flow of power to the many mages who were feeding him nold energy. Leareth threw everything he had at Vanyel who placed shields around himself and Yfandes. He almost collapsed under the weight of the blow but was more or less unharmed. Leareth had nothing left except his own strength, which was poor incomparisonto Vanyel's and Yfandes' combined power. A Herald-Mage and a Companion of Valdemar. Van's eyes blazed with an inner strength as he took the offensive stance and hurled everything he had back. Master Dark released an anguished noise that couldn't be classified as a human scream as he was obliterated along as half of the army, which stood at his back. Those who still could,ran for their very lives.
Van was exhausted, more then he felt in all the time he was in the Kings service. He leaned on 'Fandes and grabbed onto the saddle. :Chosen, the kings army is on their way. Not quite a candle mark away: she nudged him but he was lost in the pain of the reaction headache that is always promised after over using the Gifts. A few minutes after just hanging off of his companion, he gave a desperate attempt to climb into the saddle. He collapsed as the strain proved to much for him and passed out from pain and pure, utter exhaustion.
Final authors note:I will only continue ifI get some feedback. I am doing this to improvemy very limited writing skills and in order to improve i need somekind of response.
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