~ * This Day *~
DISCLAMIER: I own none of Tamora Pierce's characters ie, Jon, Alanna, Numair, Daine and Kel. Unfortunately I'm not good enough!! They are all hers, but the plot ( if there is one) is mine, mine, mine all mine!!! Ehem thanks.
Numair sighed. " I'll talk to you later, Kel" she stood and left the room, rather disappointed about the conversation. She opened the door to an amazed Jon and Alanna. She bowed her respects and left the scene. Jon and Alanna watched the knight disappear down the corridor. How had she managed to speak to the mage? That's when they both realized that the door was still open and Numair was waiting for them inside. They quietly slipped in and closed the door behind them. The room hang with a tight tension. What were they going to say? They had all been there that fateful night, all the room was missing was the other person who had gone out with them. " I'm so sorry Numair." Alanna blurted out. He didn't say anything so she continued, " It wasn't your fault. We all could of realized what had gone wrong not just you!" Now he spun around to face them " YOUR NOT A BLACK ROBED MAGE!" he caught him self " I'm sorry, I didn't mean." " It's alright, you have every right to be mad." Jon butted in. He couldn't stand seeing his friend so fragile. The silence after that stretched out. Numair said nothing just searched his hands. Alanna went over to him and gave his arm a squeeze then left the room. Jon watched her go. " If you need anything, anything at all, just call me" he said when no reply came he left as well. Only when Numair heard the door quietly behind Jon did he allow him self to breath. He sat down with a sigh. What had really happened that night? Had he fooled him self into believing something had happened that hadn't actually come to pass? He picked up the bottle on the table and had a swing. He stared at the wall trying to recall what Kel had said. Should he come out of hiding? He kicked the thought away. He was a monster. He was going to die in this room for the sake and wellbeing of Tortall. They had entered the forest. Everything was fine until they had heard movement behind them. They were slowly getting surrounded. Jon, Alanna and Numair or stood still around Daine. She loudly protested tell them that she was able enough to protect her self. They had just ignored her. Then they had emerged from the trees. There were too many of them. They were all heavily clad in armor and weaponry.
" I'm King Jonathan 2 of Tortall what are you doing in the forest?" he tried to keep his voice steady. One of the armed men stepped forward and bowed. He took of his helmet and they all gasped except for Daine when they saw that the he was a she. Everyone relaxed.
" King Jonathan, we are glad that you heard our plea I am Casandra, Daughter of the lord of our town. Please let us accompany you to our town. These woods are dangerous in these times." Alanna looked at Jon. He nodded then turned to the woman. " We would be honored." They fell in after the company of armed men and probably women. Daine had signaled to Numair to listen. " I don't feel safe, something is wrong" she had whispered in his ear. " Don't be silly, Daine love, I'm sure everything is alright." He had replied. She was clearly not convinced but accepted it but stayed close by his side.
He sighed when he heard a nock on the door. Why wouldn't people just leave him alone? He opened the door. Several hours had passed since Jon and Alanna had made an attempt to talk to him. Alanna passed him a dinner plate then smiled and left. He took it inside and lightly picked at it but left most of it aside. He cast a look out side to the full moon and heard Daine's voice whisper on the wind " Good night my sweet" He caught his breath and a tear trickled down a check. He whispered back " I'm so sorry Daine, So sorry for not being there for you. I love you" That was all he could manage before his head feel into his hands and he quietly sobbed. His shoulders heaved up and down to the rhythm of the sobs. He some how made it to his bed and lay there. He turned around to face the empty part of his bed that used to be filled with Daine. Her presence had yet to leave the area. And he strongly doubted that it ever would. He could almost imagine her lifting her head to him and brushing away his hair before giving him one last kiss before she fell asleep. He curled up on himself.
DISCLAMIER: I own none of Tamora Pierce's characters ie, Jon, Alanna, Numair, Daine and Kel. Unfortunately I'm not good enough!! They are all hers, but the plot ( if there is one) is mine, mine, mine all mine!!! Ehem thanks.
Numair sighed. " I'll talk to you later, Kel" she stood and left the room, rather disappointed about the conversation. She opened the door to an amazed Jon and Alanna. She bowed her respects and left the scene. Jon and Alanna watched the knight disappear down the corridor. How had she managed to speak to the mage? That's when they both realized that the door was still open and Numair was waiting for them inside. They quietly slipped in and closed the door behind them. The room hang with a tight tension. What were they going to say? They had all been there that fateful night, all the room was missing was the other person who had gone out with them. " I'm so sorry Numair." Alanna blurted out. He didn't say anything so she continued, " It wasn't your fault. We all could of realized what had gone wrong not just you!" Now he spun around to face them " YOUR NOT A BLACK ROBED MAGE!" he caught him self " I'm sorry, I didn't mean." " It's alright, you have every right to be mad." Jon butted in. He couldn't stand seeing his friend so fragile. The silence after that stretched out. Numair said nothing just searched his hands. Alanna went over to him and gave his arm a squeeze then left the room. Jon watched her go. " If you need anything, anything at all, just call me" he said when no reply came he left as well. Only when Numair heard the door quietly behind Jon did he allow him self to breath. He sat down with a sigh. What had really happened that night? Had he fooled him self into believing something had happened that hadn't actually come to pass? He picked up the bottle on the table and had a swing. He stared at the wall trying to recall what Kel had said. Should he come out of hiding? He kicked the thought away. He was a monster. He was going to die in this room for the sake and wellbeing of Tortall. They had entered the forest. Everything was fine until they had heard movement behind them. They were slowly getting surrounded. Jon, Alanna and Numair or stood still around Daine. She loudly protested tell them that she was able enough to protect her self. They had just ignored her. Then they had emerged from the trees. There were too many of them. They were all heavily clad in armor and weaponry.
" I'm King Jonathan 2 of Tortall what are you doing in the forest?" he tried to keep his voice steady. One of the armed men stepped forward and bowed. He took of his helmet and they all gasped except for Daine when they saw that the he was a she. Everyone relaxed.
" King Jonathan, we are glad that you heard our plea I am Casandra, Daughter of the lord of our town. Please let us accompany you to our town. These woods are dangerous in these times." Alanna looked at Jon. He nodded then turned to the woman. " We would be honored." They fell in after the company of armed men and probably women. Daine had signaled to Numair to listen. " I don't feel safe, something is wrong" she had whispered in his ear. " Don't be silly, Daine love, I'm sure everything is alright." He had replied. She was clearly not convinced but accepted it but stayed close by his side.
He sighed when he heard a nock on the door. Why wouldn't people just leave him alone? He opened the door. Several hours had passed since Jon and Alanna had made an attempt to talk to him. Alanna passed him a dinner plate then smiled and left. He took it inside and lightly picked at it but left most of it aside. He cast a look out side to the full moon and heard Daine's voice whisper on the wind " Good night my sweet" He caught his breath and a tear trickled down a check. He whispered back " I'm so sorry Daine, So sorry for not being there for you. I love you" That was all he could manage before his head feel into his hands and he quietly sobbed. His shoulders heaved up and down to the rhythm of the sobs. He some how made it to his bed and lay there. He turned around to face the empty part of his bed that used to be filled with Daine. Her presence had yet to leave the area. And he strongly doubted that it ever would. He could almost imagine her lifting her head to him and brushing away his hair before giving him one last kiss before she fell asleep. He curled up on himself.
