So I kinda forgot about this and my other BG fanfiction...
But hey I found it again! Anyway, Here's chapter 3! Enjoy!
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As always, BG and its NPC's and other stuff belongs to Bioware. All Howl's Moving Castle stuff belongs to Diana Jones.

"We need to contact Haer'Dalis," Aerie explained to her friends. "If anyone can help us get Shanai back it's him."

"Thats a great plan Aerie, it really is," Imoen said. "But how are we supposed to get people in here? This is Shania's plane, we have no power over it."

Aerie smiled, "And what gives Shanai power of the plane?"

Kelsey began to smile as well, "Of course! That might just work!"

"What might?" Imoen asked, looking from Aerie to Kelsey.

"Imm, what gives Shanai power over this plane?" Kelsey asked her.

"Her Bhaal essence but how is that supposed...Oh! Now I see." She frowned, "But I'm not sure I can do this. Shanai is the one with all the experience in controlling the power the essence gives her, I'm just really good at ignoring it."

Kelsey put a hand on her back, "You can do it Imoen, I believe in you."

She smiled bashfully, "Maybe, but I don't know..."

"You need to try Imoen," Jaheira said to her. "Your more powerful than you give yourself credit for."

Imoen bit her her lip. "But what if something goes wrong and I seal us all here forever?"

"What does it matter?" Xan sighed, "We're going to die here anyway without Shanai, you couldn't make things worse, if you can control it at all"

"And why won't I be able to?" Imoen asked slightly put out. "Shanai inherited this place from that Illisara person, it would make since that I might get it now that Shania isn't here, wouldn't it?"

"So what's stopping you?"

She glared at Xan before turning and walking over towards the large arch where the portal normally opened for Shania. She stood there for a few moments. "Uh," she said over her shoulder, "How am I supposed to do this?"

"How are we supposed to know?" Jan said. "You're the Bhaalspawn, we're just the little people."

She pursed her lips and looked around the arch. There were the eyes, which she hated. No matter where she went in the pocket plane they always seemed to be watching her. Their unblinking stare was unnerving and disquieting. She stepped towards one and poked at it. Like an anemone, it and the ones closest to it sucked themselves into the rock wall.

She sighed. Well at least there were a few less eyes to stare at her for the time being. She looked at the faceless statues surrounding the arch. "Well you can't really help me much can you?" she muttered under her breath.

A loud voice boomed in her mind, "I am an aspect of your fate, the thread that leads along the path to your destiny. I control the weave, the weave that you pull on with every person you touch.

She jumped back and looked around quickly. "Wh-who said that?"

I am the Fate Spirit; I have existed since the dawn of time and I am the one who watches the weave. I guide the threads of those who's lives are still being wound into the Tapestry. I can guide the threads, if only in a small way."

Kelsey's eyes grew wide, suddenly awed. "The Weavers! The ones who shape the destiny of the world!"

Imoen spoke quickly, an idea striking her, "Do you know where my sister is then? Where she disappeared too?"

There was silence for a moment before the empty voice spoke again. "Her thread is... gone. We can no longer see it. Though its influence still touches this world, it has gone beyond where even we may see it."

Imoen frowned and Kelsey squeezed her gently, "We'll find her, don't worry. We need help though."

Imoen nodded and spoke again, "Can you bring me people?"

"Threads that touch yours, that have become a part of your destiny, these I can influence."

"Alright," Imoen stated, "bring me Haer'Dalis."

"As you wish." A light appeared and began to shimmer and coalesced in the arch, a moment later, a familiar blue haired, fang toothed face grinned at them.

oOo

Howl very carefully measured two medium sized drops of a bright green liquid into a bubbling beaker He was almost completely surrounded by glass tubes, beakers, and flaming burners. Liquids of all color flowed through the tubes, being heated and cooled all with in a moment according to his practiced and exact calculation. His was a strenuous task. One misstep and the entire thing would explode in his face.

"You know," said a voice from the other said of the apparatus, "there is an easier way to make these."

Howl's glare slid up to the distorted and upside down face gazing lackadaisically at him through one of the large beakers. Shanai had been with them for almost a week and the two wizards very different methods to the Art had cause them to butt heads multiple times already. "Shanai," he said slowly, "I am working carefully to fulfill an order for a customer. This is a very delicate procedure, one that if done wrong could have some very nasty repercussions for us all. So if you would kindly leaving me to my work-"

"You're crafting a potion of fire resistance," Shanai sighed. "You're rather melodramatic, aren't you?"

"I am not," Howl began indignantly.

Calcifer snorted from across the room, earning a scowl from Howl. "You think you could do this better then?" he demanded.

"Frankly, yes."

The two glared at each other from across the glass. "Then by all means." Howl stood and gestured grandiosely towards the bubbling mixture in front of him. Shanai stood delicately and crossed around to the other side of the apparatus.

"You see Howl," Shanai said as she quickly began, taking the various bottles Howl had arranged within reach of the apparatus and making them vanish into thin air, "you go about magic entirely wrong. You work for magic instead of making the magic work for you." She reached into a couple bowls and pulled out a few pinches of various arcane powder and placed them in the now empty potion bottle. She held it in her hands and began to whisper. After a moment, there was a small flash of light and then she held in her hand a potion of fire resistance. "You must broaden your horizons Howl. Magic should serve you, not the other way around." She held the potion out to him.

He glared at it. It looked like a potion of fire resistance, but it shouldn't be. It couldn't be. It had been to simple, she had used all the wrong ingredients, not to mention the method. She had simply made it, not crafted it. It wasn't the way of things should work. "I'd prefer you keep your form of magic, to yourself," he said imperiously.

"Why?" Shanai asked, crossing her arms. "Its simpler, easier, and more efficient. You could double your production of potions, not to mention your skills' rate of improvement. You could quickly become twice the wizard you are now!"

"You're magic is in no way superior to my own!" Howl shouted, slamming the potion bottle on the counter, nearly shattering its think crystal.

"How is it not? It requires far less preparation, its less time consuming. Only some the more advanced or experimental spells require the preparations our way of casting does. Or space!"

"My spells are efficient and reliable!"

"But not efficient in every situation! Think about it, you and your friends are deep in the bowls of some dungeon, a horde of enemies are making their way towards you. Your friends are weak and injured from previous battles, so its up to you to keep them alive long enough to get out of there. You won't have time for drawing out pentagrams and long chants! Its simply not even a viable solution."

"You way of using magic is like using a broadsword for surgery! You use force where precision can be more efficient."

"Precision is not always applicable. Sometimes force must be used!"

"Would you to stop your arguing, we have to- Howl! Look at you! You haven't changed and we have to be at the King's court within the hour," Sophie exclaimed coming down the stairs. She wore a regal grown of dark emerald, her red hair loosely pulled back into a lazy French braid that fell becomingly down her back.

She turned her matronly gaze on the other mage. "And you too Shanai," she insisted. "I know you've only been here a short while but the invitation said all magic users, so that includes you. Now both of you cease your arguing and get changed. We have to be gone!"

The two wizards glared at each other, a bitting comment resting just beneath their lips. Sophie crossed her arms, "Now! And not a word from either of you till you're both changed."