Here's the second chapter to my newest story that I have thought up, I hope that you enjoy this chapter as much that I have! I have to admit that Tris is my second favorite character (my first is Sandry and that is only how unquie her magic seems to me) Read and Enjoy :D
I do not own the rights to the CoM, CO, and CF. They all belong to Tamora Pierce (LOVE HER STORIES!)
Chapter Two
Wondering aimlessly down the cluttered streets of the town of Fairboughs, a small petite redhead with stunning red hair that was securely set in intricate knots of braids and a small glass dragon perched on her shoulder neared the Fairboughs Winding Circle Weather Temple.
Trisana Chandler, known as Tris to her close friends, what little she had, had come to the merchant city of books when the High Council of Mages of the Winding Circle temple had heard news of a mage that was abusing her weather powers to starve the land of rain, just because the Lord of the city had forbidden her to enter his court. As always, Tris didn't take kindly to hearing this news and even though the Mage council requested her, she was already half way to the city to give the lady mage a piece of her mind.
After the Mage Council found out of Tris's rash decision, they had no choice but to use extreme measures in order to stop her from doing anything that she would regret in the future…they called in Niklaren Goldeye, her old mage teacher and dear friend.
Who was currently running to catch with her short but quick steps.
"Trisana Chandler! You stop this instant!" Niko, his nickname that his friends called him too, yelled at the top of his lungs.
Like the god Vrohain's gavel crashing down upon her, Tris stopped in the middle of her tracks once she heard her old teacher's voice. Turning around to catch a glimpse of where he was, she saw him dance around a cart of clothe that got in his way when he was in his chase to catch Tris.
Blinking rapidly in surprise in seeing him, Tris remained standing in the spot until Niko caught up with her and grabbed hold of her shoulder so he could bend over and catch his breath.
"Tris what have I told you about keeping your temper in check, you just can't go all willy nilly whenever you hear about a mage misusing her power," Niko scolded in a voice that was rough from running.
"But Niko, I was already on my way here to see the Weather Temple, when I heard the news about what she was doing on the winds and the plants are just screaming for thirst," Tris said, choking up a little as a small bush of Lavender crooned to her for a small drink of water.
It had seemed that ever since their, Briar, Sandry, Daja and herself of course, visit with the Empress that their power once again seemed to start to melt into one another again. They all agreed that it must have happened when they escaped Namorn and broke down the magical wall that Ladyhammer had created and their spell circle of thread seemed to vanish and each of them got a strange lump on each of their right hand. As much as Lark and Sandry tried to map their magic, it just seemed that they could never keep up with the fast moving magic. Every time they were able to make a map to map out the magic, it seemed to be useless after a few hours.
"Is the magic still evolving?" Niko asked Tris with a concern deeply embedded in his voice.
Nodding solemnly, Tris said," We just don't know what to do anymore, whenever we think that we got a hold on the magic it slips right out of our fingers again and some new aspect of it comes up the next day. Like two days ago, I just began to hear the voices of all the plants around me and when I try to summon rain for them all I get is fire falling from the sky and scorching the poor things to death. It's like I can feel a piece of myself die with them." Tears making tracks in her travel dirt stained checks.
"Come Trisana, you are not in any condition to confront another Weather Witch, especially when you don't understand your own magic," Niko gently grabbed onto Tris's elbow and guided her over to a local diner.
Walking through the door, the sound of Nikos and Tris's footsteps were drowned out by the roar of plates clattering and everyone in the diner trying to speak above one another. Smiling at Tris apologetically, Niko led her to a small booth at the far end of the diner so that they could have a conversation that wouldn't have to involve a shouting match with someone next to their table.
Of course, Niko knew that they could have the diner all to themselves if Tris felt like it, but only if she knew that she had a complete hold on her magic and under the conditions of her and her foster siblings, she was in no condition at all to be working any kind of magic.
Plopping down onto the right side of the slightly cramped booth, with Niko on the other side of Tris, immediately a waitress appeared at the end of their table, ready for any of their requests. Sitting quickly, Tris barely heard Niko request two cups of Raspberry tea over the thundering commotion that the diner seemed to vibrate with.
Sitting uncomfortably in the wooden bench, Tris unsuccessfully tried to calm down for raging feelings toward the irresponsible Weather Witch and the sinking despair that also grabbed at her soul cause she knew that she would be able to stop the Witch with her known magic because of the rapid changes it was going through.
"Tris you must tell me what else is going wrong with you and your siblings magic, or else if you don't something worse might happen that we will NEVER be able to figure out," Niko solemnly questioned.
Just about when Tris was going to comply with Nico's statement, she felt a shiver pass throughout her entire being, it was even so deep that is traveled down her magical link that she shared with her foster siblings, shaking its foundation that it made Sandry tangle up the silk weavings in her embroidery, Daja to smack her thumb under the hammer she was about to use to hammer a nail into a barrel and Briar to accidently pull up one of Rosethorn's tomato plants causing him to get his ear pulled (which he hadn't gotten done to him in a very long time).
Disturbed by this sudden phenomenon, Tris looked about the tavern in search for the disturbance in magical energy but it was not inside the tavern where the magic came from but outside where a thick dense fog that glowed with its own internal light lay over everything. Amazed by the sudden change of weather without her knowing, Tris rushed up out of the booth, smashing into the waitress, who was about to bring their drink and made her drop them all over the floor, pushing various strangers aside until she came to the door they came through. Bursting outside, Tris inhaled deeply expecting to feel the similar sensation of welcoming energy that usually came from any form of weather but not this time. All Tris felt was a slight prickling on her skin, which somehow almost felt pleasant, and wet moisture that made her clothes cling to her body, that also made her feel secure instead of uncomfortable about it.
All of this took a matter of seconds for her to analyze until bursts of silver light shot through the mist, making her eyes follow the after image that bright light always left behind, Tris found the source of the light. The source of the light had come from…a boy, standing on a platform reading a script of poetry from an old fashion looking book, while a big burly man in expensive looking clothes handed books to a customer who had stopped by to buy books from their stall that held a wide assortment of books and still they had more customers gathering for it seemed they were all entranced by the boys voice and his reading the book.
Well I hope that you guys enjoyed that chapter and like always if you have any Constructive Critism, it is very much welcomed (and if I have an grammar errors please point them out so I can increase your reading pleasure)
