The Wrath of Chaos
Chapter 1
A/N: All reviews welcome, as well as flames! Tell me what u think! I have to get at least 5 reviews before I start on the next chapter. Email me at
diaconianni@netlineuk.net thanx!
Disclaimer: You all know the drill. I own none of the characters, except
Brin.
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Brin was 18 and a normal girl, or was as normal as the rest of us.
She was a good student, in the middle of her medical training.
She was also very attractive. She had pure blonde hair, which gave
it the appearance of quicksilver. Her hair grew down to her waist,
and was layered so that it framed her lovely face. When someone
first met her however, the first things that caught their eye were her
intense sea green eyes that seemed kind, the type that seemed to look right into your soul. Such intensity would be disturbing, but somehow,
with her, it did not. That was what attracted all the boys and men
to her. Her lips were rose red and full, and her teeth were a dazzling
white. When she smiled, everyone smiled back. She had the perfect
figure. She was slim; she was nothing short of amazing (everyone
get the idea? She was gorgeous).
Anyway back to the main story.
It was about 11:45 in the evening and it was horrible. It was raining
as if it would never stop. There was lightning that spread across
the sky, in fantastic formations. It seemed to Brin that the lightning
etched the sky in cryptic patterns, only to disappear before anyone
could interpret it. Suddenly the thunder boomed and crashed. It
was an ominous sound, that sent shivers down everyone¹s spine who
heard it. For excitement, or fear.
Brin ensconced comfortably on her plush armchair next to a window
in her house, looked up from her coffee, and the book that she was
reading. Of course it was one of Tamora Pierce¹s books. Lioness Rampart.
Even though friends told her tactfully that she had outgrown the
books, she still kept rereading them ever since her mother and
father had died in a car crash, those 17 months ago. Her father
was the one who introduced her to the wonderful world of reading.
One of the first books that she had read was Alanna The First Adventure. Shehad loved them ever since.
She looked out of the window to see where the next lightning streak
would strike. Then she saw something that would alter her life.
Forever.
There were three desolate figures, coming toward her house. Two
of them seemed to be supporting a third. Lightning flickered across
the sky to illuminate the three persons. One was a tall man.
A very tall man.
He had long dark hair and shadowed dark eyes. The other figure supporting the third was a young man, with jet-black hair, and piercing blue, sapphire eyes. Brin could tell nothing of the third person, except
that it was a woman, with red fiery hair. (Anyone know who these mysterious people are yet?!)
As Brin was a medical student, she could not resist helping these
people who looked so desperate for help.
Leaving her coffee, she rushed out the door to see what she could
do. Brin ignored the rain and wind which whipped her hair about
her face and raced over to them.
"Are you alright?" Brin asked, breathing deeply.
She examined the woman who was supported by the males. The woman
was haggard and her complexion was pallid. She shivered and when
her eyes opened, Brin was surprised to see that they were a shade of purple.
Brin blinked, wondering if they were coloured contacts. She touched
the womanís forehead and found it to be burning. Her kindness and
concern for the woman overrode any hesitation or wariness she had
on inviting strangers into her house.
Brin looked at the males grimly. "Come, you need shelter and your
companion here is having a fever. We best get her somewhere warm and dry."
Brin saw a look pass between the males, and hoped they would see
the sensibility of her suggestion. The taller man nodded and cleared
his throat, "We would be grateful."
Brin quickly led them to her house and they managed to get the woman
inside and lay her on the sofa. The young man touched Brinís arm
and managed to say, "Please help her."
"I will do what I can." Brin answered. "But first, both of you need
to get out of your wet things, the toilet is through there," she
pointed. "just use the towels to cover yourselves first. I will find
clothing for you later."
"Alanna?" the blue eyed male inquired.
Brin felt a strange sense of deja vu again. He was referring to
the prone woman on her sofa. "She will be fine, I will take care
of her," Brin quickly assured him. "So shoo! Shoo!" The two men complied.
Brin helped Alanna take off her drenched clothing and covered her
with blankets. She quickly did a basic examination of her patient.
She did not look up when the men entered the room again.
"How long has she been like this?" she asked.
"About a day and a half," replied the tall man. Brin had a strange
feeling that she ought to know these people? But how could she know
them? She had never meet them before? Brin dismissed the thought.
"What problems has she been having?" Brin asked, carrying on her
examination.
"She has had endless chills, headaches, loss of appetite and she
has been tired for the last day. Whatís wrong? Is it serious, will
she be alright?" Asked the tall and very worried man. Brin smiled
reassuringly, and felt her patientís head.
"She is fine. Just a bad case of influenza, or more commonly know
as flu. It should be completely gone within seven to ten days. She
should have lots of rest in a warm bed, in a well ventilated room". Brin
replied comfortingly.
The older man took in a breath and said hesitantly, "We do not know
where we are, we appear to be lost. Could you recommend us some
accommodation nearby."
"Nonsense!" Brin interrupted. "You can stay here. I have plenty
of room." She did not think these people dangerous, so what was
the point in going somewhere else if she had the room here?
Brin took the other two men into the dinning room and gave them
some coffee. They looked like they needed it. They accepted the
coffee gratefully. "Now letís find something for you to wear,"
Brin said. She scrutinised them, with the younger man blushing red.
"Wait here," she instructed them and she ran up to the second floor.
She returned with a bundle of clothing.
The two men returned to the toilet to change into their new apparel.
When they came out, Brin had finished her cup of coffee. She looked
at them critically, "Hmm a bit short on the trousers, but not bad overall."
"Thank you so much, how can we repay you for your kindness?" asked the
younger men of the two.
"It was my pleasure". Brin replied cheerfully. "By the way my name is Brin".
"Oh, I forgot to introduce ourselves. I am Numair, and this is His
High-" Numair did not finish before the young man cut in.
" I am Roald. I am pleased to meet you my lady".
That was when it hit her. Brin did know these people. Things suddenly
clicked together.
"Where do you come from?" Brin asked.
"Somewhere, distant. I do not think-" Numair replied.
"Humour me," Brin responded.
"Tortall," Roald answered.
"Oh my God! This is impossible!" Brin gasped speechless. They are characters from Tamora Pierce's books!
Numair and Roald looked around, alarmed.
"How is this possible? Youíre all from Tortall! How are you here?
You characters in a book! Part of somebodyís imagination!" Brin said
speechlessly.
"I am not part of somebody's imagination!" Numair said indignantly.
"You," Brin pointed at Numair. "You are formerly from Carthak and
known as Arram Draper, am I right?"
Numair narrowed his eyes, "How do you know?"
Brin picked up Lioness Rampart off the table and handed it wordlessly
to Numair. As Numair flicked through the pages, his face grew white,
and he drew in a sharp intake of breath.
"How do you know all this? Alanna never fully told anyone what happened to her in those God cursed Mountains! How is all this written down?"
Numair asked amazed. He handed the book to Roald, who was trying
to look over Numair's shoulder, but was not having much luck because
Numair was a lot taller than Roald. Roald took the book and started
to read the first few pages. His lovely blue eyes opened wide in amazement.
"Aunt did tell Kally, Thom and me what happened. I don't think she
told anyone else, not even George or Father. How could you know
this? All of what I have read is true!" Roald exclaimed.
"This is what Tamora Pierce wrote about Alanna and the rest of you.
I did not even think Tortall even existed! I mean how could it exist?
I don't know why I even believe you are who you say you are. I just do.
How did you get here? Wait, wait, wait! Does that mean that is the
famous Alanna the Lioness, lying on my sofa! And that you are the
famous black robe mage, and you-". She said pointing to Roald. "Are
the next heir to the throne! Oh my God! This is amazing! Hold on!
What about your gifts? Why could Alanna not cure herself?" Brin rambled
breathlessly.
Numair paused and seemed to consider what question to answer first,
"Well, when we were brought through-".
"Sorry, but maybe you should start from the beginning?" Brin rudely
interrupted.
"Alright. It all started........"
Chapter 1
A/N: All reviews welcome, as well as flames! Tell me what u think! I have to get at least 5 reviews before I start on the next chapter. Email me at
diaconianni@netlineuk.net thanx!
Disclaimer: You all know the drill. I own none of the characters, except
Brin.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
Brin was 18 and a normal girl, or was as normal as the rest of us.
She was a good student, in the middle of her medical training.
She was also very attractive. She had pure blonde hair, which gave
it the appearance of quicksilver. Her hair grew down to her waist,
and was layered so that it framed her lovely face. When someone
first met her however, the first things that caught their eye were her
intense sea green eyes that seemed kind, the type that seemed to look right into your soul. Such intensity would be disturbing, but somehow,
with her, it did not. That was what attracted all the boys and men
to her. Her lips were rose red and full, and her teeth were a dazzling
white. When she smiled, everyone smiled back. She had the perfect
figure. She was slim; she was nothing short of amazing (everyone
get the idea? She was gorgeous).
Anyway back to the main story.
It was about 11:45 in the evening and it was horrible. It was raining
as if it would never stop. There was lightning that spread across
the sky, in fantastic formations. It seemed to Brin that the lightning
etched the sky in cryptic patterns, only to disappear before anyone
could interpret it. Suddenly the thunder boomed and crashed. It
was an ominous sound, that sent shivers down everyone¹s spine who
heard it. For excitement, or fear.
Brin ensconced comfortably on her plush armchair next to a window
in her house, looked up from her coffee, and the book that she was
reading. Of course it was one of Tamora Pierce¹s books. Lioness Rampart.
Even though friends told her tactfully that she had outgrown the
books, she still kept rereading them ever since her mother and
father had died in a car crash, those 17 months ago. Her father
was the one who introduced her to the wonderful world of reading.
One of the first books that she had read was Alanna The First Adventure. Shehad loved them ever since.
She looked out of the window to see where the next lightning streak
would strike. Then she saw something that would alter her life.
Forever.
There were three desolate figures, coming toward her house. Two
of them seemed to be supporting a third. Lightning flickered across
the sky to illuminate the three persons. One was a tall man.
A very tall man.
He had long dark hair and shadowed dark eyes. The other figure supporting the third was a young man, with jet-black hair, and piercing blue, sapphire eyes. Brin could tell nothing of the third person, except
that it was a woman, with red fiery hair. (Anyone know who these mysterious people are yet?!)
As Brin was a medical student, she could not resist helping these
people who looked so desperate for help.
Leaving her coffee, she rushed out the door to see what she could
do. Brin ignored the rain and wind which whipped her hair about
her face and raced over to them.
"Are you alright?" Brin asked, breathing deeply.
She examined the woman who was supported by the males. The woman
was haggard and her complexion was pallid. She shivered and when
her eyes opened, Brin was surprised to see that they were a shade of purple.
Brin blinked, wondering if they were coloured contacts. She touched
the womanís forehead and found it to be burning. Her kindness and
concern for the woman overrode any hesitation or wariness she had
on inviting strangers into her house.
Brin looked at the males grimly. "Come, you need shelter and your
companion here is having a fever. We best get her somewhere warm and dry."
Brin saw a look pass between the males, and hoped they would see
the sensibility of her suggestion. The taller man nodded and cleared
his throat, "We would be grateful."
Brin quickly led them to her house and they managed to get the woman
inside and lay her on the sofa. The young man touched Brinís arm
and managed to say, "Please help her."
"I will do what I can." Brin answered. "But first, both of you need
to get out of your wet things, the toilet is through there," she
pointed. "just use the towels to cover yourselves first. I will find
clothing for you later."
"Alanna?" the blue eyed male inquired.
Brin felt a strange sense of deja vu again. He was referring to
the prone woman on her sofa. "She will be fine, I will take care
of her," Brin quickly assured him. "So shoo! Shoo!" The two men complied.
Brin helped Alanna take off her drenched clothing and covered her
with blankets. She quickly did a basic examination of her patient.
She did not look up when the men entered the room again.
"How long has she been like this?" she asked.
"About a day and a half," replied the tall man. Brin had a strange
feeling that she ought to know these people? But how could she know
them? She had never meet them before? Brin dismissed the thought.
"What problems has she been having?" Brin asked, carrying on her
examination.
"She has had endless chills, headaches, loss of appetite and she
has been tired for the last day. Whatís wrong? Is it serious, will
she be alright?" Asked the tall and very worried man. Brin smiled
reassuringly, and felt her patientís head.
"She is fine. Just a bad case of influenza, or more commonly know
as flu. It should be completely gone within seven to ten days. She
should have lots of rest in a warm bed, in a well ventilated room". Brin
replied comfortingly.
The older man took in a breath and said hesitantly, "We do not know
where we are, we appear to be lost. Could you recommend us some
accommodation nearby."
"Nonsense!" Brin interrupted. "You can stay here. I have plenty
of room." She did not think these people dangerous, so what was
the point in going somewhere else if she had the room here?
Brin took the other two men into the dinning room and gave them
some coffee. They looked like they needed it. They accepted the
coffee gratefully. "Now letís find something for you to wear,"
Brin said. She scrutinised them, with the younger man blushing red.
"Wait here," she instructed them and she ran up to the second floor.
She returned with a bundle of clothing.
The two men returned to the toilet to change into their new apparel.
When they came out, Brin had finished her cup of coffee. She looked
at them critically, "Hmm a bit short on the trousers, but not bad overall."
"Thank you so much, how can we repay you for your kindness?" asked the
younger men of the two.
"It was my pleasure". Brin replied cheerfully. "By the way my name is Brin".
"Oh, I forgot to introduce ourselves. I am Numair, and this is His
High-" Numair did not finish before the young man cut in.
" I am Roald. I am pleased to meet you my lady".
That was when it hit her. Brin did know these people. Things suddenly
clicked together.
"Where do you come from?" Brin asked.
"Somewhere, distant. I do not think-" Numair replied.
"Humour me," Brin responded.
"Tortall," Roald answered.
"Oh my God! This is impossible!" Brin gasped speechless. They are characters from Tamora Pierce's books!
Numair and Roald looked around, alarmed.
"How is this possible? Youíre all from Tortall! How are you here?
You characters in a book! Part of somebodyís imagination!" Brin said
speechlessly.
"I am not part of somebody's imagination!" Numair said indignantly.
"You," Brin pointed at Numair. "You are formerly from Carthak and
known as Arram Draper, am I right?"
Numair narrowed his eyes, "How do you know?"
Brin picked up Lioness Rampart off the table and handed it wordlessly
to Numair. As Numair flicked through the pages, his face grew white,
and he drew in a sharp intake of breath.
"How do you know all this? Alanna never fully told anyone what happened to her in those God cursed Mountains! How is all this written down?"
Numair asked amazed. He handed the book to Roald, who was trying
to look over Numair's shoulder, but was not having much luck because
Numair was a lot taller than Roald. Roald took the book and started
to read the first few pages. His lovely blue eyes opened wide in amazement.
"Aunt did tell Kally, Thom and me what happened. I don't think she
told anyone else, not even George or Father. How could you know
this? All of what I have read is true!" Roald exclaimed.
"This is what Tamora Pierce wrote about Alanna and the rest of you.
I did not even think Tortall even existed! I mean how could it exist?
I don't know why I even believe you are who you say you are. I just do.
How did you get here? Wait, wait, wait! Does that mean that is the
famous Alanna the Lioness, lying on my sofa! And that you are the
famous black robe mage, and you-". She said pointing to Roald. "Are
the next heir to the throne! Oh my God! This is amazing! Hold on!
What about your gifts? Why could Alanna not cure herself?" Brin rambled
breathlessly.
Numair paused and seemed to consider what question to answer first,
"Well, when we were brought through-".
"Sorry, but maybe you should start from the beginning?" Brin rudely
interrupted.
"Alright. It all started........"