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Disclaimer: All scenes, worlds, countries, names, characters, editors, writing style, books, titles, etc. that belong to Tamora Pierce do not belong to me and any similarities to other authors, stories, articles, etc. are purely coincidental and non-intentional.
Btw: *...* means a thought, and ... means memories. Just in case....^ ^ Have fun reading. Reviewing too.
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Eos stared coldly at the Scrancans re-entering the heart of Scancra through her forest. They had no idea of the dangers of entering Scancra this way. She shuddered at the memories...and quickly pushed them away. She notched her arrow and quickly let it go, two in quick succession. Instead of Tortallans, several deer fell. *That's enough to feed my brother and sister for a week*. She smiled thinly. *Good enough*. She waited till the hoof beats faded away, then dragged the carcasses to her cottage and sighed when she saw her little brother and sister. "Marmiela, Tylan...you have to stop collecting those pinecones! I swear, you two will turn into chipmunks someday." Mari grinned a gap-toothed smile. "Look, Eoie!!! I'm making a tree pie. See? You bake the pinecones in the magical sun ovens and then you sprinkle magic fairy dust on it." Eos smiled tiredly. "That's wonderful, but I have a special treat for you today." Tylan wrinkled his nose in typical nine-year old fashion. "Eos, I hate eating cooked fish and vegetables. I'm starting to think nu-tri-shio-nal means NASTY. " Eos shook her head fondly at her younger brother, and replied, "Honey, we have deer, not fish." The eyes of her siblings brightened. Suddenly, Eos heard an odd thumping noise: hoof beats. Many hoof beats. She swung around and quickly ushered Tylan and Mari out of the cottage. "C'mon, guys, we gotta go now."
"But-"
"NOW." The deadened look in Eos's hazel eyes was enough; Mari and Tylan quickly scampered into the hiding places that Eos had trained them to run into. Eos quickly ran into the cottage and hid an old, patterned dagger from a gilded chest in a magical spectrum with her magic. She then rushed around, creating the semblance that she lived alone and was an old woman, nothing to be interested in. Someone stomped into the cottage. Her heart leapt wildly, but she appeared calm as she faced the huge warrior. "What brings ye to me humble cottage?" The stranger did not reply as he scanned her cottage, obviously looking for something or someone in particular. Eos thought frantically. *Could they know? Mari and Tylan are safe, we don't have anything that gives any clues to our past...the chest!* She gasped suddenly, bringing the man's dark gaze to sharpen on her. He spoke for the first time. "Who are you?"
Eos replied, "Why, I merely live alone in the forest sir. I've been living her for years upon years." She winced inwardly. *I forgot to speak like an old peasant. I hope-* The stranger's gaze turned suspicious, as if he had caught her thought.*-that he didn't notice.* "Truly?" Eos bobbed up and down nervously. "Then tell me, old woman, why you suddenly speak without a commoner's accent. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were of the nobility in the capital." He smiled, a cruel smile like those she saw in her nightmares.
"No sir, I never seen the capital before. Never, sir." She forced a chuckle. "As if the likes of me would be allowed in there." He turned around, and Eos frantically called in her daggers and stabbed him deeply in the back and side. He clutched his side, gasping. "You B-" He fell, unconscious, on the floor. Eos smiled grimly, then hesitated. *Should I? I've never killed anyone before. Animals, but never people...*He jerked suddenly, then screamed loudly as white light enveloped him. When the black spots from Eos's eyes faded, all that was left was a pile of ash. She backed away, horrified. "What-" Abruptly the world went black as someone hit the back of her head with blunt force.
When she woke up, she saw Mari and Tylan sitting on the wet, wooden floor behind her, with tight bonds on their mouths and hands. Their eyes were red from crying. She turned around, furious, then realized that her hands were bound as well. Eos scanned her surroundings frantically, then realized. *They-No, not again. I can't go through that again.* Memories ran through her head unexpectedly, and she closed her eyes against the tears and fury the memories brought on.
A blond, heavily built man. Beautiful woman, screaming and weeping silently. Mother. Eos went into the room. Mother was screaming. Man kept kicking Mother in side...suddenly man turned around. Cruel, cruel smile. Bad man. "Eos, come here." Mother screamed, "No! Maggur-Please! She's only nine!" Eos ran away. Big, big men marching in and catching her. Nononononononono.......please don't hurt me more.
She opened her eyes. Four blond, stocky men guarded her in the already space-deprived cabin while four more watched her sibling. *I have to get out of here somehow!* Her eyes rapidly changed color to bright gold and she quickly decided to blast the men near her first. Another man suddenly appeared and muttered some words that glowed yellow in the chilly air. Eos's destruction spell flickered, then died; her eyes unwillingly turned back to hazel. *How did he do that?* The mage smiled. "I wouldn't try that again, if I were you," he purred silkily. "We have special ways of...discipline if you try to do anything. For example, your little brother and sister. They are your little brother and sister?" Eos nodded, defeated. The man snapped, "Keep the brats in a different room." Before walking away, he said, "Welcome to my humble ship, my pretty little Scancran mage. We are going to have so much fun training you...of course we have to punish you for killing that man." With a very deadly look in his eyes, he asked, "In fact, how did you do that? We only found a pile of ashes next to his scabbard." Eos stared ahead. "Shouldn't you be going somewhere?"
This angered the mage, and his eyes glowered at her. "Girl, you will pay for that." He swung around and slammed the door behind him.
Disclaimer: All scenes, worlds, countries, names, characters, editors, writing style, books, titles, etc. that belong to Tamora Pierce do not belong to me and any similarities to other authors, stories, articles, etc. are purely coincidental and non-intentional.
Btw: *...* means a thought, and ... means memories. Just in case....^ ^ Have fun reading. Reviewing too.
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Eos stared coldly at the Scrancans re-entering the heart of Scancra through her forest. They had no idea of the dangers of entering Scancra this way. She shuddered at the memories...and quickly pushed them away. She notched her arrow and quickly let it go, two in quick succession. Instead of Tortallans, several deer fell. *That's enough to feed my brother and sister for a week*. She smiled thinly. *Good enough*. She waited till the hoof beats faded away, then dragged the carcasses to her cottage and sighed when she saw her little brother and sister. "Marmiela, Tylan...you have to stop collecting those pinecones! I swear, you two will turn into chipmunks someday." Mari grinned a gap-toothed smile. "Look, Eoie!!! I'm making a tree pie. See? You bake the pinecones in the magical sun ovens and then you sprinkle magic fairy dust on it." Eos smiled tiredly. "That's wonderful, but I have a special treat for you today." Tylan wrinkled his nose in typical nine-year old fashion. "Eos, I hate eating cooked fish and vegetables. I'm starting to think nu-tri-shio-nal means NASTY. " Eos shook her head fondly at her younger brother, and replied, "Honey, we have deer, not fish." The eyes of her siblings brightened. Suddenly, Eos heard an odd thumping noise: hoof beats. Many hoof beats. She swung around and quickly ushered Tylan and Mari out of the cottage. "C'mon, guys, we gotta go now."
"But-"
"NOW." The deadened look in Eos's hazel eyes was enough; Mari and Tylan quickly scampered into the hiding places that Eos had trained them to run into. Eos quickly ran into the cottage and hid an old, patterned dagger from a gilded chest in a magical spectrum with her magic. She then rushed around, creating the semblance that she lived alone and was an old woman, nothing to be interested in. Someone stomped into the cottage. Her heart leapt wildly, but she appeared calm as she faced the huge warrior. "What brings ye to me humble cottage?" The stranger did not reply as he scanned her cottage, obviously looking for something or someone in particular. Eos thought frantically. *Could they know? Mari and Tylan are safe, we don't have anything that gives any clues to our past...the chest!* She gasped suddenly, bringing the man's dark gaze to sharpen on her. He spoke for the first time. "Who are you?"
Eos replied, "Why, I merely live alone in the forest sir. I've been living her for years upon years." She winced inwardly. *I forgot to speak like an old peasant. I hope-* The stranger's gaze turned suspicious, as if he had caught her thought.*-that he didn't notice.* "Truly?" Eos bobbed up and down nervously. "Then tell me, old woman, why you suddenly speak without a commoner's accent. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were of the nobility in the capital." He smiled, a cruel smile like those she saw in her nightmares.
"No sir, I never seen the capital before. Never, sir." She forced a chuckle. "As if the likes of me would be allowed in there." He turned around, and Eos frantically called in her daggers and stabbed him deeply in the back and side. He clutched his side, gasping. "You B-" He fell, unconscious, on the floor. Eos smiled grimly, then hesitated. *Should I? I've never killed anyone before. Animals, but never people...*He jerked suddenly, then screamed loudly as white light enveloped him. When the black spots from Eos's eyes faded, all that was left was a pile of ash. She backed away, horrified. "What-" Abruptly the world went black as someone hit the back of her head with blunt force.
When she woke up, she saw Mari and Tylan sitting on the wet, wooden floor behind her, with tight bonds on their mouths and hands. Their eyes were red from crying. She turned around, furious, then realized that her hands were bound as well. Eos scanned her surroundings frantically, then realized. *They-No, not again. I can't go through that again.* Memories ran through her head unexpectedly, and she closed her eyes against the tears and fury the memories brought on.
A blond, heavily built man. Beautiful woman, screaming and weeping silently. Mother. Eos went into the room. Mother was screaming. Man kept kicking Mother in side...suddenly man turned around. Cruel, cruel smile. Bad man. "Eos, come here." Mother screamed, "No! Maggur-Please! She's only nine!" Eos ran away. Big, big men marching in and catching her. Nononononononono.......please don't hurt me more.
She opened her eyes. Four blond, stocky men guarded her in the already space-deprived cabin while four more watched her sibling. *I have to get out of here somehow!* Her eyes rapidly changed color to bright gold and she quickly decided to blast the men near her first. Another man suddenly appeared and muttered some words that glowed yellow in the chilly air. Eos's destruction spell flickered, then died; her eyes unwillingly turned back to hazel. *How did he do that?* The mage smiled. "I wouldn't try that again, if I were you," he purred silkily. "We have special ways of...discipline if you try to do anything. For example, your little brother and sister. They are your little brother and sister?" Eos nodded, defeated. The man snapped, "Keep the brats in a different room." Before walking away, he said, "Welcome to my humble ship, my pretty little Scancran mage. We are going to have so much fun training you...of course we have to punish you for killing that man." With a very deadly look in his eyes, he asked, "In fact, how did you do that? We only found a pile of ashes next to his scabbard." Eos stared ahead. "Shouldn't you be going somewhere?"
This angered the mage, and his eyes glowered at her. "Girl, you will pay for that." He swung around and slammed the door behind him.