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A/N#1: I would like to apologize to my faithful followers for the delay in this post. First I had to go to my mother's house. Once there every time that I tried to write, something would come up. Secondly once I got back on Sunday I got bronchitis Haven't felt good enough to write out the story, but I tried so if this isn't up to my normal standards I apologize again. I would like to give a shout out to Forte De Tu for an idea for the story. Also to kravenmato for the follow; I know that this story has been read somewhat, and you visitors and guest are probably tired of hearing this, but please leave reviews for us writers. We thrive on them and also it is how we improve our writing. You don't necessarily need to register to do so but input from readers is very helpful. As always this story is rated M for language, violence and sexual situations. Reviews, follows and constructive criticism is welcomed. Flames will feed the fires of the 9th gate of hell.
Key
"Talking"
'Thinking'
"SHOUTING/SPELLS/ABILITIES"
Ancient texts/books/Important Information
X's across P.O.V./Scene change
The Familiar of Zero
Relics of Brimir: Reconquista
Chapter 7
W.D. Whitley
Engrossed in her thoughts, Henrietta didn't hear Agnes calling out to her until she was almost in her face. "Your Majesty." Agnes practically shouted, Henrietta blinked and finally noticed that Agnes was looking at her in concern. "Sorry Agnes, I was having a disturbing thought." Henrietta said. "That being?" Asked Agnes, Henrietta looked at the blonde in calculation, 'I would like for you to notify the Royal Scanner to meet me in the meeting chambers. Before I meet with my rescuer I would like him to be scanned." "Anything in particular?" Agnes asked, the Princess nodded, "As you and I both know healers are not adept enough to get a true reading on him. So therefore I would like another scan done for this reason." Henrietta explained. The blonde bowed, "As you wish Your Highness. After that is completed I would like your leave to personally interrogate the prisoners." Agnes requested, Knowing why she asked Henrietta said with a sigh, "Yes Agnes, you may take one Truth seeker with you. Please let me know what you find out" She complied.
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Blinking his eyes open Derrik noticed that he was in a room that resembled a patients room in a doctor's office, including the uncomfortable table. Unlike the room's on Earth, this room didn't smell like anti-septic and didn't have the usual trappings of a patient's room. Taking stock of himself internally, he was relieved that he felt almost no pain at the site where he got shot and the headache that was accompanying him since getting to this world was just a minor throb. A coughing from a corner of the room caught his attention, turning toward it he saw the woman that was leading the female guards at the beginning of the parade. Neck length messed up blonde hair, blue eyes that had a fierceness to them. She was decked out in a metallic breastplate, chain mail tunic over a white shirt. Her hand were covered in gauntlets, she was wearing brown leather pants that had knee armor and armored boots. One leg was crossed over the other as she was watching him. "How are you feeling Mr.?" She trailed off.
"Derrik Storm, I am more concerned about the woman that I saved. Is she all right?" He asked with genuine concern. "She is fine Mr. Storm, tired but fine." At his look of confusion she elaborated, "She had to use trauma magic to stabilize you before the staff healers could heal you." "I am sorry." He said. "Do not be, do you know who you saved and in turn saved you?" She asked
Derrik Shook his head, "No, but from the way she looked and what she was riding I gather she is someone of royalty." Agnes nodded her head, "That is correct Mr. Storm the person you saved is none other than Princess Henrietta de Tristain, the crown Princess of Tristain and the leader of our people." Agnes pronounced. Shock ran throughout Derrik's body, even though he assumed that he was saving royalty. "Mr. Storm?" Agnes interrupted his internal conflict, " I am sorry Ms." He said waiting for her name. "Dame Agnes Chevalier de Milan." She answered. Not knowing what to do Derrik lifted himself off the table and started to bow, "You do not bow to a knight Mr. Storm. "Forgive me Dame Milan, I am unfamiliar with your customs." An eyebrow went over her right eye, "Where are you from?" She asked. "Far away." He answered. They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity when Agnes finally broke the stalemate, "Far away?" She said sounding like she wanted a honest answer. "I am sorry Dame Milan it is not that I do not trust you. It is simply the fact that I do not think you would believe me if I told you where I am from." He said. He noticed at this her eyes sharpened on the ear that had the earring in it, "I will leave it be, you can call me Dame Agnes though Mr. Storm." She stated. He sagged in relief, "Derrik is fine Dame Agnes. So I am assuming that this is not a social visit?" She nodded once again, "You are correct Mr. Derrik, I am here to escort you to the meeting chambers. There you will meet with her Highness Princess Henrietta." He stared at her, " She wants to meet with me?" He asked incredulously "Yes she does why?" Agnes asked. "Normally where I come from someone like me does not meet royalty unless going through proper procedures." He answered.
"Normally that is standard procedure, but since you did save her Majesty's life, her Majesty has made it a royal decree to meet with you." Processing the information quickly he asked Agnes, "How should I act?" "Her Majesty will be announced to the chambers, you are to go to your right knee and bow your head. Keep your eyes on the floor until you hear her Majesty say you may raise your head or to rise to your feet. Do not speak until spoken to," She raised a cautionary hand, "If she ask you a question answer it it will full honesty, she hates lairs you can not and will not avoid any questions like you did with me. Do not approach her unless given leave, also if given leave or if she approaches you do not touch her unless given permission. If you do not follow these rules you can be imprisoned or even put to death. Understand?" Agnes finished.
"Crystal clear." Derrik answered slightly fearfully. Agnes frowned, "What does that mean?"
"i understand you perfectly Dame Agnes." He clarified. She threw something at him, he noticed it was his suit jacket, "Please kindly button up your shirt and place your jacket on." She told him. Feeling slightly embarrassed at the lack of thought of him not having his shirt buttoned caused him to turn his back on her as he did what she asked. He noticed that the jacket somehow didn't have a hole in it from where the ball hit him, "Um.." He started, "The staff mended your clothing while you where out. By the way you have an excellent physique, you have any military training?" She asked teasing him slightly. 'Something like that." He called back over his shoulder. After doffing his clothing he followed her out of the room and into a large hallway. After several turns that made him feel like he was going in circles they came to a set of huge intricately designed doors. Agnes opened the doors and placed her head inside, "Please send a runner for her Majesty and inform her that he is ready to meet with with her." He heard her say. Motioning for him to go inside, Derrik was amazed at the scope of it. A huge rectangular intricately designed table dominated the room that had tapestries hung throughout.
Around the table there were plush high backed chairs covered in what looked like to be red velvet. Up on a dais sat two chairs that where decked out in purple velvet, the chairs themselves seemed to be made out of ivory, gilded in gold and silver. Off to the side of the table was a man in a white robe with a shaven head holding a stick.
"This is just a formality Mr. Derrik, we have to make sure that you do not have anything on you that could harm her Highness." She explained, "I understand." He said nodding; the man pointed the stick at Derrik and mumbled something underneath his breath. At first it looked like he was straining against something but it passed. It took a few moments but it seemed as if the man was giving Derrik a calculated look. He turned toward Agnes, "I will report to the Princess now." The man said. Agnes nodded, "Now Mr. Derrik you may have a seat while we wait for her Majesty to come."
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In the shadows of the meeting chambers Henrietta was watching him with rapt eyes He looked so handsome in that shade of gray. 'I wonder what he would look like next to me?' Came an unbidden thought. She knew the feeling of every muscle in that upper body of his from where he tackled her. Knew the way his odd eyes looked when he looked into hers. Moving back when the Royal Scanner came and bowed to her. "Well?" She asked. "What I have scanned is odd to say the least. Indeed he has strong willpower, second only to Louise." He announced. "And?" Henrietta pressed, " I very much doubt he is a Hexagonal magus your Highness. By theory if he was a Hexagonal magus he would register equally on all of the elements, with the exception of Void, since we do not currently know how to register that. I would classify him as a triangle magus in water, a line magus in fire, a dot magus in air. He is so low in the earth element that he almost did not register ." The scanner said. "But you are certain he has Void?" She asked. "I am not positive, the only reason that we can be certain of this at this time is the same way that you are certain that Louise is of Void. As I stated before his willpower is second only to Louise." "So would that not mean he is a Hexagonal magus?" She asked. The scanner shook his head, "In theory for a magus to be a Hexagonal magus they should be at least a square class magus in the four verifiable elements your Majesty. He is not, there is something that I should warn you about though." He said. "What is that?" She asked him. "Just like with Louise once he is able to tap into his willpower expect things to get interesting." He told her.
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After waiting a bit Derrik noticed another man enter the room, this one seemed to be a bit more elaborately dressed than the first man. "Announcing Princess Henrietta de Tristain." The man announced, out of the corner of his eye Derrik saw that Agnes went to her right knee and bowed her head. Derrik copied her, hearing the clicking of heeled shoes on the floor and then the rustling of clothing he heard an angelic voice, "Thank you, you may both rise." Rising up to his feet Derrik saw another vision of beauty. Since the first time he saw her was only from the shoulders up it was if someone slugged him in the gut with a sledgehammer. Her neck length lavender hair that accented the tiara on her head nicely. Her snow white dress, with a purple cape clasped above her ample bosom. Her hands where encased in elbow length snow white gloves Her white stocking feet crossed chastely across the ankles ended in white mid heel pumps. "Thank you for bringing him here Agnes." She said. "My pleasure your Highness." He thought it odd that the Princess didn't call Agnes a Dame but he chalked it to privilege of royalty. "May I have your name kind sir?" She asked of him.
Looking over at Agnes he saw her curtly nod, "Derrik Storm, Your Highness." He said. A full smile bloomed over her lips. He felt his cheeks get hot from a blush, "Please call me Princess Henrietta, or Princess. I hate the formalities." She requested. Looking over at Agnes once again but receiving an unreadable look, "Do not mind her, I have been trying to get her to call me those, but for some reason she will not." He nodded, "As you wish, Princess Henrietta." He stated. "So Mr. Storm how did you know that an attempt on my life was taking place?" She asked. "Please Princess Henrietta you can call me Derrik. You see the men that got captured and the one that tried to attack was out of place." He said. "How so?" She asked in genuine curiosity "You see the crowd was dressed up in their finest, yet those four men had unassuming brown robes and pants that had dirt on them." He noticed that Henrietta looked at Agnes, "Proceed." She said gently, "Also where the crowd was watching your carriage or you they were watching the guards." He said indicating Agnes, "Specifically were they were in relation to you." "I see, two questions then. How did you spot them and what did you do to stop the man that was attacking?"
"I can answer that with one answer Princess Henrietta. I have had martial arts training."
"Martial Arts?" She had a hard time sounding the words out.
He nodded, "It is something from my world that is taught to people who are willing to learn how to control themselves, and also for self defense."
"I have never seen that type of take down before." She said.
"It is called an Iriminage, I practice a style called Akido. A form of Martial Arts that uses a style of fighting with hands and feet, weapons if necessary, to incapacitate but not to harm my foe." He explained. For a second it seemed like he was going to have to explain it more but she decided on another. She looked him dead in the eye, he knew the question before she asked it and knew that he had to give her an honest answer. "Where are you from? I know that you are not from Halkengia, I noticed the translation artifact you have in your ear."
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What Derrik said surprised her a little, for some reason she knew that he was not of this world. How she knew she couldn't say, "I am from another world, a place called Earth, specifically a small town in Missouri in a country called America." He responded not taking his eyes off of her. Searching them she saw no deception in them, "Who else know this?" She asked fearing the answer. Once again something told her that the woman that had eyes only for him was going to be the answer, "A woman called Siesta, Princess Henrietta. She told me that she was a maid at the Tristain Academy of Magic." He answered. A stab of jealousy rifled throughout her body once again. It seemed as if she wasn't the first to know of his predicament "How did you get here?" She asked. Derrik told her everything he could remember. For some reason her next question saddened her, "How do you plan on getting back?" She asked keeping the sadness out of her voice. Surprise flitted across his face. "How did you know I had a plan?" He asked. "Mr. Derrik." Agnes warned, "It is okay Agnes, please answer my question Derrik." She stated.
A sheepish look came to his face, "I was going to sneak in the academy to find a Mr. Colbert or Old Osmond to see if they could help me." He told her. A flash of insight hit her, "This Siesta was going to help you was she not?" "Yes." He said dejectedly as he went to both knees and prostrated himself. "Please do not punish Siesta your Majesty, I will gladly take her punishment for her." That in itself spoke volumes of his character, rather than placing blame on others he took the blame on himself. Granted she wanted to jail Siesta, not for the reason that he thought she was going to. She banished that thought, 'I just met this man. Why do I get so jealous of another woman?' She thought to herself. Not betraying her emotions she said, "Please get up Derrik." She waited until he did, "I have no intention of punishing this Siesta. For what I gather so far from your story is that she is, so far, your only friend in this world."
He nodded, " Yes Princess she is." She came to a quick resolution, "Derrik Storm I have come to some decisions. One that I will help you to get back to your world." Even though for some reason she didn't want him to. "Two I shall also be your friend in this world." "Are you sure your highness?" Asked Agnes. "Yes, I am quite certain Agnes." She stood up and walked toward him, damn he was so handsome that it took every ounce of her self control not to hug him. She placed a gloved hand out, he looked at it, back to her, over to Agnes, then back to Henrietta in confusion. "You may kiss Her Majesty's hand." She heard Agnes say. The feeling of his lips sent shivers up the length of her arm to the core of her body. She felt her nipples start to harden, she squelched the feelings of lust down. 'If it feels like this when I have gloves on. I hesitate to feel it without one.' She thought. "She placed her hand down and walked over to the table. Ruffling her dress out she sat on on of the chairs, "If you do not mind waiting and having a chat with me. I will have Agnes run and get me some parchment paper and my royal seal. This way you can get into the Academy without sneaking in." She said. "Okay, not to sound rude Princess Henrietta how will that help?" He asked.
Even though the jealousy told her not to, she thought of the easiest way, it also helped out with an idea she had. "I am going to make you Siesta's assistant." She said. He smiled again which made her heart thump wildly in her chest. "Agnes, please retrieve the items." She asked her guard. She noticed Agnes giving him a glare that said, behave yourself. "Yes, your Highness." She said then bowed and did as asked. "Please sit Derrik." She said indicating the chair next to her. To her relief he took it without complaint. She asked him all sorts of things about his world, he explained the best he could. He asked her about her world, she explained the best she could. By the time Agnes came back they both were laughing, "So there I was buck ass naked with a golf club chopping at some dandelions when my mom caught me." Agnes coughing interrupted his story, "Sounds like an interesting story, but I have the items here, your Highness." Henrietta nodded cutting her laughter off, after a few moments of scribbling on the paper she signed it with a flourish. She took the stick of wax out and melted it quickly with a quick flame spell then place a drop of it onto the paper and stamped it with the seal. "There that will allow you to act as Siesta's assistant. Also I have another request of you." She said shyly.
He nodded with a smile, " In about six suns I will attend the familiars ceremony. I would like for you to accompany me." She requested He seemed to think about it for a second, "I will do it on one condition." He said. Agnes was about to yell at him but Henrietta interrupted, "What is your condition?" She asked. "May I touch you?" He asked confusing her. She nodded and held her hand out again. He took it, leaned in close and tweaked her nose, "Thank you Henrietta." He whispered to where only she could hear.
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"You know we are going to have to order more lemons if you continue to kill them like that." Jessica informed Siesta. Siesta started blankly at the fruit she was currently tenderizing, snapping back to realty she gave Jessica a sheepish look. "Thought it was something else." She muttered. "A certain someone's head?" Teased Jessica. Siesta shook her head, brought out a piece of lamb and began to tenderize it. Her thoughts turned back to Derrik, how handsome he looked in that suit. How flexible he was with the odd dance she saw him doing in the morning. The way he took out that attacker without any weapon of his own, the fear that took place in her heart when she watched him get shot. Then again as he fell flat on his face. The worry of his well being as she watched him being carted off to the castle, so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't hear the knock on the back door. She halfway heard Jessica get the door, after a few moments Jessica's voice intruded on her musings. "I think it is for you." Jessica said, turning toward her she saw the man that she was previously thinking of giving her an apologetic look. Before he could even open his mouth Siesta jumped out of the chair she was sitting in and hugged him with all her strength.
"Red Warrior needs air badly." He huffed, Siesta eased up the pressure. Tears of joy were streaming down her cheeks, "A-a-are you okay?" She hiccuped. He returned the hug, "Yes I am I was healed by staff healers at the castle, also they mended the clothes." He told her. His words penetrated through her, she released her hold. After composing herself she glared at him, "You scared me, rushing off to save the Princess like that. You got shot, could of died." She complained. 'But." He started, she interrupted getting closer to his face with her's. "Then you took on an potential assassin unarmed," "But." She was so close to him that she could kiss him if she wasn't so angry with him. "Then you were taken to the castle to get healing. Is there anything I left out." She stated. "No I am sorry Siesta, I could not sit by and watch something like that happen. Will you forgive me?" He pleaded giving her a gentle hug. Trying unsuccessfully to stay mad she melted into his embrace, "Yes I forgive you Derrik." She said. "Good." He said startling her by releasing her, then tweaking her nose. "I have some good news for you." Curious with his statement she gave him a questioning look, he held up a rolled piece of parchment paper that looked like it had the royal seal on it. "You are now looking at your official assistant" He declared.
"My assistant?" Siesta parroted. He nodded, "Yes, Princess Henrietta decided to help me to get back to my world also." "The Princess knows your situation also?" Siesta asked. "Yes, she also has decided to become my second friend here." A feeling of jealousy and confusion washed threw her, 'Second friend?" She asked. He gave her a look that spoke volumes, "You are the first friend that I ever made and have in this world." He whispered. She almost kissed him again, but stopped herself. "Well it is a good thing that you showed up when you did. We will need to be at the pick up point outside of town by no later than dusk." She informed him. 'What should I do with my stuff?" He asked, she thought about it for a second. "Just bring it with you, I can hide it in the stables if need be." She said. "I will go and get your clothing." He nodded at her as she left, a little while later she got back and presented his clothes. After he got changed they made their way to the edge of town. There where all ready two groups split off to the sides talking among each other. One group seemed to be better dressed than the other group. Derrik leaned down, "All they all going to the academy?" She shook her head, "No, some of them will be let out along the way." She explained.
Soon a fancy carriage pulled up to the area Derrik started to walk toward it but Siesta held him back, "That is for the nobles." She said, "Ours will be along shortly." After some time went by a hay cart pulled up to the spot, "This is ours." She stated. Siesta watched as Derrik placed his stuff near the front of the cart and held his hand out for her. She grabbed it, loving the feel of his hand in her's' she allowed him to help her up into the cart. Lifting himself up into the cart they waited until some others joined them. As the cart pulled away Siesta couldn't take her eyes off Derrik as he was watching the scenery. 'He is so handsome, I think I am starting to fall for him.' She thought. Finally after stopping three times they finally made it to the academy gates. She watched as he eyes went wide a the scope of them. She giggled, "Just is just the outside Derrik. Just wait until you see the inside." She whispered.
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He couldn't believe at how big the place was, "this place has everything Derrik. Quarters for both the students and the staff. Stables for those with personal horses, kitchens, laundry, bath houses, dinning rooms for students and for staff. Classrooms, teacher studies, research labs pretty much anything you can think of we have it." Siesta told him. He just nodded at her awestruck. The cart finally stopped and they got out, "get that paper from the Princess ready." Siesta said tartly. Derrik looked at her but she wasn't displaying any emotions. He shrugged and did as she asked. After grabbing his stuff and helping Siesta down, they walked toward a set of huge doors that had two men that looked like guards on either side. "Hello Siesta, who is this?" One of the guards asked. She turned to him, "This is Derrik Storm my assistant." She said. The guard huffed, "Sure he is." He said sarcastically "Show him." Ordered Siesta. Derrik handed the parchment paper over and watched as the guards eyes widen as he saw the seal. He watched as the guard broke the seal and quickly read the document. "Um, um, um seems as it's true." The guard stammered. He handed the document back to Derrik, "First thing tomorrow morning you will need to present this to Old Osmond." The guard ordered.
Derrik nodded, "Thank you sir." He said, "Helfer" Replied the guard. "The name is Helfer, Mr. Storm." the guard said stiffly. "You can call me Derrik, Helfer." Derrik told the guard. "Thank you Derrik." The guard said and seemed to relax. "Come on I will show you where you will be sleeping tonight." Siesta said. The guards opened the doors and they entered, after walking some time they came to a set of doors. "This is mine, this is yours." Siesta explained as she pointed to the doors. "Thank you Siesta." Derrik said. "She opened the door that led to his room, "Good night Derrik." She said gently. He reached over and tweaked her nose, "Good night Siesta."
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Still feeling his fingers on her nose she smiled to herself as she readied herself for bed. 'That is the first time anyone has been that bold. He called me Henrietta!' She thought giddily to herself. She heard a knock on her door, "You may enter Agnes." She said. She watched as Agnes marched into the room, "Your highness, I have informed Mr. Storm about his improperness." Agnes declared. Nodding absently and suppressing a smile, Henrietta thought it wouldn't be prudent to inform Agnes that she didn't mind. 'It is quite okay Agnes." She said. "A question your Highness, why are you so willing to help a complete stranger?" Agnes asked. "Simple, I believe that he is in desperate need of someone with connections as a friend." She made quotation mark at the word connections, "He is new to this world and will need all the help he can get." She explained. Agnes nodded, "Yes your Highness." Agnes responded. "Now have you found anything out?" Henrietta asked, "No." Spat Agnes, "It was like the others once we started questioning them they stopped breathing and died."
"So therefore a magus is involved" Henrietta stated. "The Truth Seekers believe so also your Highness." Agnes responded. Henrietta placed a finger to the side of her lips, "Brimir's curse, so we are no closer to solving this assassination attempt." "Iam very sorry your Highness." Agnes said remorsefully, "It is not your fault." Henrietta said gently, "Very well place guards on my door for the night." "Unnecessary I will be staying with you tonight your Highness." Agnes said. Henrietta sighed, "I figured you would Agnes. Very well I know when not to argue with you." Henrietta watched as Agnes took a seat and placed the back on the doors. After she got settled Henrietta slipped into her bed and closed her eyes, a vision of Derrik went through her minds eye as she fell asleep.
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A brown robed man prostrated himself in front of a small throne trembling in fear, "So the attempt on Princess Henrietta has failed?" A male voice asked in a hateful tone came from the throne. "Yes, my lord the attackers were captured, yet the gunman escaped." The man reported. The man on the throne waved his hand contemptibly, "They are of no concern, the artifact will take care of them." The man sneered, "Now then I wish to speak with Wardes." The man ordered. After a few moments Wardes entered walked to the front of the throne and went down to a knee. "You called for me my lord? Wardes asked. "One moment Wardes." The man on the throne shifted his focus to the other man kneeling, "DIE!" Roared the man pointing his hand at the man. The man's head exploded into gory bits of blood, brains and bones. Expecting it Wardes all ready had his wand out and shielded himself. "You may rise Wardes, how is your missions going?" Wardes looked the man in contempt, "Viscount Wards, my lord. They are proceeding as planned Our agent is currently the magistrate of Albion, The second phase of the plan is currently underway." Wardes reported. "I could care less if you are a duke Wards." The man stressed the word Wardes. "Remember I can end you in less than a heartbeat if I so desire." the man stated in contempt. "Forgive me my lord, it is a failing of mine." Wards said unapologetic, lucky for him it stroked the man's ego. "Very well, I will allow it to go this time Wardes. Just remember the fate of those who fail me." He said pointing at the bloody mess of the man. 'I will have Tristain, the Void magus, then I will have Halkengia!" The man cackled off into a maniacal laugh.
A/N#2: I placed a couple of famous quotes in this story, see if you all caught them.
