Yippe! My third fic!
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Confusion
It was a peaceful day at the palace for Tortall's greatest mage and wildmage. The sun was shinning brightly in the big, blue, cloudless sky, and the whole world seemed at ease. Numair was sitting in an old armchair reading, and Daine was conversing with a group of sparrows that had settled them selves in her curly smokey –brown hair.
A rapid, loud knocking sounded at the door.
"I'll get it." Numair said getting up from his chair.
"Ok." Daine said, still in her conversation with the sparrows.
Numair sighed and opened the door.
A small page practically fell into the room, still gasping for breath from his long run. He held out a piece of parchment to Numair, and sunk down against the doorframe.
Numair still mildly surprised took the parchment, and dismissed the page.
The page still short of breath made a small bow, and stumbled down the hallway.
Numair, looking confused, closed the door and retuned to the armchair. Once seated he opened the letter, and scanned the small type inside.
"Maglet," he said, his voice emotionless "Come here."
"Alright," she sighed, 'You have to go,' she told the sparrows. She got up from her kneeling position by the window, and went to stand by her teacher.
"What?" she said her tone showing her lack of intrest.
"Read." Was all he said.
She took the offered letter, and read it.
Dear Veralidaine Sarrasi and Numair Salamin,
As of late we have been experinceing problems with shadow-wolves at a village, two days ride from here.
Shadow-wolves were first created when some dolt mage (No offense Numair) somehow injected some wolves with immortal blood.
This has caused them to go insane, destroying villages and killing many.
The wolves cannot be reasoned with, even through the means of wildmagic.
I ask you to please go kill these beasts, and possibly take a body back for study.
Best of luck,
King Jon III of Conte ( I just used 3 Is for those who were wondering)
P.S. You leave first thing tomorrow morning."Shadow-wolves?" Daine asked, "Well that's something new."
"Mmhm." Was all Numair said.
"Well let's get packing!" Daine said, getting up from the arm of his chair, where she had seated herself, and walking out of the room to her chambers to pack.