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Silent Angel
By: punkgothicjackal
Briar sat, reading a plant book by the fire. Tris was sprawled in the chair, Sandry was weaving and Daja was in her room, asleep. A long day and night of work had exhausted her, so she had been sleeping since late afternoon.
Niko had dropped by earlier, and was in the kitchen, talking with Lark and Rosethorn. Briar could hear snatches of their convorsation, but payed it no heed. It was a relaxing evening with nothing to bother him... or so he thought.
"... She's at the water temple right now, I left her there for them to study her." Briar heard Niko say.
"The water temple?" Rosethorn laughed. "Are you crazy? Leaving her with them... it's a wonder she won't talk."
"Rosie." Lark said patiently. "Why don't you bring her here? It might do her good to be around others even close to her age."
"I just might do that if they don't figure her out. I know she can talk, just the matter she won't."
"Where'd they find her, again?" Lark asked Niko.
"Right off the island of Airgi. She's not a native, you can tell by her looks. She may be from northern Yanjing, at least that's my guess."
Briar stopped listening, knowing it was none of his business and having no idea what was going on anyway. He went back to his book, and glanced up at Tris, who apparently been listening, too.
What do you think they're talking about? She asked, and Briar shrugged.
Sounds like a new student for the water temple. He replied. Accepting that answer, they both went back to their books.
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"Air, water, fire, earth, light. Air, water, fire, earth, light." She kept repeating this pattern, her voice never rising or falling. After repeating it for the hundreth time, she opened violet eyes to the flames in front of her, which were now a bright, spiraling circle, enclosing her protectively in magic.
"Yanna Healtouch, keep me safe." She prayed, placing her palm on the ground, feeling the magic course through her veins, white-hot lightning.
The hem of her blue dedicate's robes were singed, but she failed to notice. A mist hung low, causing anyone around her total blindness. She was alone.
"The child of the prophecies, the Angel of Light, is near. I feel her prescence."
A/N: The next one will be better......
