The Past is the Past
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Summery: The Fate of Tortall and the World (And just possibly the Universe) stood on its ear (and righted) when Daine is sent back into Numair's past.
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It was a nice, calm spring night when Angharad went a walking through King Jonathan's castle's walls.
She wasn't doing it for fun. (Though she'd been known to do it in the past or was it the future?) Hara was on a mission of life and death. It was important because it was her life that hung in the line. If she did what she was sent to do time would go as planned and this little loop (meaning something not planned that happened when one of the Fates had gotten drunk off the tequila at the annual Midwinter office party) would cease to be and she would be born.
So Angharad 'Hara' Starra Salmalin want a midnight walking in a time that never should have been but was due to tequila. Damn. The wonders never ceased. When she finally found the room her Mother and Father were in she felt that her skin would be tinted bright red for the rest of her natural life. Thank her grandparents and what other Gods were watching over her that her parents didn't add to her embarrassment.
Keeping one eye on her parents, the other on the door, Hara felt around her belt for the pouch. After much grasping and fumbling the pouch was found and opened. Continents firmly in hand Hara took one step closer to the couple lying in bed.
" Snork."
Hara stiffened. If there had been any doubt in her mind if these people were her blood kin it was erased now. Only her father snored like that. Sighing she took one step closer, An another, another, in till her booted toes were barely touching the bed ruffle. Gently bending over her sleeping parents she opened her hand, blew the contents on to her mother's face and back off quickly.
The bedchamber swirled and was replaced by a dimly lighted library. In which Daine Sarrasri stood blinking in only her nightgown at a young girl.
"Opps. Ah, Hello. Bye." Waving merrily at Daine Hara melted away.
Leaving Daine to stare at the sleeping form of a man that looked like a younger Numair.
"Oh," A small dark head popped out a swirly circle, "Call your self Veralidaine Weirynsra. Opps." The head disappeared, swirly circle soon following.
Opps indeed.
Author's Note: Well, do you like it? Do you want to destroy it? Should I continue? Review to tell me.
