Okay here I go. This-I don't know what it is. I got the idea it write this story when I was getting out of the shower, which obviously reflects on the beginning of the story. Its just your normal transport to Tortall story, no biggie. OK you pronounce the name Berenice Bear-an-eece not Bernice. Kudos to the person who knows where the names come from.
Berenice flipped her head and wrapped her wet hair into a white towel. She had just stepped out of the shower and was dripping wet. She wrapped a towel around her body and headed towards the room she shared with her older sister Arsinoe. She walked into their room then stopped dead. Arsinoe sat in the middle of the room surrounded by thick white candles and books. She sat cross legged with her hands on her knees and a piece of notebook paper in front of her. She chanted something, rocking back and forth. Then gradually and white glowing sphere appeared over her head. Berenice watched dumbfounded as the sphere glowed brighter and brighter, and got bigger and bigger. Soon it surround both the girls in it's blinding light.
"Arsinoe, whats happening?" Berenice cried as she realized something really weird was happening.
"Berenice?" Arsinoe's voice seemed distant.
The glowing light that had been blinding them gradually started to fade and suddenly the girls found themselves in a room that defiantly was not their bed room. They were in the middle of some kind of stone lecture room. Men and women in varying colored robes, some in what Berenice thought of as 'Renaissance clothes', sitting or standing, all stared at the two sisters.
Berenice let out a high pitched "eep" at having been seen by so many people in a towel. She moved closer to where Arsinoe still sat still surrounded by books and candles. "Arsinoe, what'd you do?" she asked staring back wide eyed at the funny looking people surrounding them.
"I did it," Arsinoe whispered, "I brought us to Tortall!"
"You WHAT!!" Berenice cried, she knew her sister had chosen to become Pagan, but she didn't know she could do stuff like this.
Arsinoe looked up at Berenice disgusted, "Chill out, Berenice, you weren't supposed to be here." she told her.
"It's not as if I can help it, I just needed my pajamas! I didn't know you'd be doing a spell!" Berenice started to grow distressed, not at all happy to have been transported to Tortall, least of all in a towel. She clutched her towel to her chest as a man with striking blue eyes and black hair imerged out of the robed people - having read the Tamora Pierce books guessed they were mages. Berenice paled realizing she was standing face to face with King Jonathan of Tortall.
Sorry for the shortness.
Berenice flipped her head and wrapped her wet hair into a white towel. She had just stepped out of the shower and was dripping wet. She wrapped a towel around her body and headed towards the room she shared with her older sister Arsinoe. She walked into their room then stopped dead. Arsinoe sat in the middle of the room surrounded by thick white candles and books. She sat cross legged with her hands on her knees and a piece of notebook paper in front of her. She chanted something, rocking back and forth. Then gradually and white glowing sphere appeared over her head. Berenice watched dumbfounded as the sphere glowed brighter and brighter, and got bigger and bigger. Soon it surround both the girls in it's blinding light.
"Arsinoe, whats happening?" Berenice cried as she realized something really weird was happening.
"Berenice?" Arsinoe's voice seemed distant.
The glowing light that had been blinding them gradually started to fade and suddenly the girls found themselves in a room that defiantly was not their bed room. They were in the middle of some kind of stone lecture room. Men and women in varying colored robes, some in what Berenice thought of as 'Renaissance clothes', sitting or standing, all stared at the two sisters.
Berenice let out a high pitched "eep" at having been seen by so many people in a towel. She moved closer to where Arsinoe still sat still surrounded by books and candles. "Arsinoe, what'd you do?" she asked staring back wide eyed at the funny looking people surrounding them.
"I did it," Arsinoe whispered, "I brought us to Tortall!"
"You WHAT!!" Berenice cried, she knew her sister had chosen to become Pagan, but she didn't know she could do stuff like this.
Arsinoe looked up at Berenice disgusted, "Chill out, Berenice, you weren't supposed to be here." she told her.
"It's not as if I can help it, I just needed my pajamas! I didn't know you'd be doing a spell!" Berenice started to grow distressed, not at all happy to have been transported to Tortall, least of all in a towel. She clutched her towel to her chest as a man with striking blue eyes and black hair imerged out of the robed people - having read the Tamora Pierce books guessed they were mages. Berenice paled realizing she was standing face to face with King Jonathan of Tortall.
Sorry for the shortness.