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Months continued to pass. Alanna made many friends and Devon learned new techniques.
Much to Alanna's dismay and Gary's amusement, Devon and George continued in a sort of hateful friendship, full of teasing mocking and minor wounds (mainly inflicted to George by a very angry Devon after he opened his big mouth and said one to many insults).
Everything was going well for the girls.
Then Devon came to see Alanna.
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Devon walked around the corner of the courtyard. A petite woman with pale brown hair and pale green eyes walked with a tall black haired, blue-eyed man. It was obvious that they thought themselves alone.
"Are you feeling better dearest?" The man asked his wife.
"Yes I'm sure I'll be fine." She smiled weakly
When he withdrew his arm from about her waist, the woman's knees buckled and she collapsed.
Her husband caught her before she hit ground.
"Lianne? Lianne!"
Devon watched with wide eyes as a strange orange glow enveloped the woman. As the woman breathed it seems to crawl closer to her mouth.
Something told Devon that if the glow went into the woman's body something bad would happen.
"Go away." Devon whispered. "Stop. Just stop!"
To Devon's shock the orange glow seemed to freeze. Even so its tight coil about the woman's chest remained the same.
"Let go. Leave her alone." Devon said softy, curiously
The glow burst away from the woman. Swirling about the sky it seemed unsure of where to go.
The glow had to be magic Devon realized.
"Unravel. Return to you caster." Devon murmured.
The glow brightened then burst apart, a thread like glow whipped out and hit her.
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As the woman took a deep breath of fresh air, Devon felt herself falling.
She felt... drained. But how could she be drained? She couldn't cast real spells. She couldn't outlet her power.
So why was she drained?
Devon hit ground with a soft thump.
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Gary entered the courtyard just in time to see two things.
First was aunt breath deeply and look better than she had in years.
Second was Devon hitting the ground.
He moved toward her, careful to keep he out of sight of his aunt and uncle.
He carried her to a stable and laid he in a bed of soft hay.
She was pale, ice cold and shaking. Blood trickled from her cracked lips. The sleeve of her shirt was burned. Burn marks crossed and circled her wrist, over her upper hand and onto her palm. At least he thought they where burn marks. He'd never seen burn marks that where blood red.
He raced off to find Alanna.
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"Alan!"
Alanna looked up from her spot on the fence where she waited for Jon and Raoul to show up and go to dinner with her.
"Devon's hurt."
Alanna stood and raced forward.
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Devon opened her eyes. To see Alanna's worried face.
"Devy? Are you alright?"
"Tired."
"Your magic is low. How on earth did you use it? You can't cast spells."
Devon struggled to sit up. Gary caught her shoulders and lifted her up. She leaned back against the post behind her.
She explained everything. When she was finished Gary spoke confused.
"But why would someone attack aunt Lianne?"
"You mean that was the queen!?" Devon gasped.
"Yes. And if what you say is correct someone tried to kill her."
There was a long silence. Finally it was broken by Devon.
"Lana. Be prepared. What ever that thing was, it will come back."
Alanna nodded. "I think so too... Devy?"
Devon had fallen asleep.
Alanna smiled. "Gary I have to go meet Jon. Will you take Devon home."
"Of course"
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Ramona watched from her window as the big squire boy, Gary walked through the gate.
Devon slept peacefully in his arms.
He laid her down gently, in the soft grass. Hesitating a moment he stared at her. Shaking his head he walked away.
Ramona smiled secretly as she watched him go.
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Months continued to pass. Alanna made many friends and Devon learned new techniques.
Much to Alanna's dismay and Gary's amusement, Devon and George continued in a sort of hateful friendship, full of teasing mocking and minor wounds (mainly inflicted to George by a very angry Devon after he opened his big mouth and said one to many insults).
Everything was going well for the girls.
Then Devon came to see Alanna.
*
Devon walked around the corner of the courtyard. A petite woman with pale brown hair and pale green eyes walked with a tall black haired, blue-eyed man. It was obvious that they thought themselves alone.
"Are you feeling better dearest?" The man asked his wife.
"Yes I'm sure I'll be fine." She smiled weakly
When he withdrew his arm from about her waist, the woman's knees buckled and she collapsed.
Her husband caught her before she hit ground.
"Lianne? Lianne!"
Devon watched with wide eyes as a strange orange glow enveloped the woman. As the woman breathed it seems to crawl closer to her mouth.
Something told Devon that if the glow went into the woman's body something bad would happen.
"Go away." Devon whispered. "Stop. Just stop!"
To Devon's shock the orange glow seemed to freeze. Even so its tight coil about the woman's chest remained the same.
"Let go. Leave her alone." Devon said softy, curiously
The glow burst away from the woman. Swirling about the sky it seemed unsure of where to go.
The glow had to be magic Devon realized.
"Unravel. Return to you caster." Devon murmured.
The glow brightened then burst apart, a thread like glow whipped out and hit her.
*
As the woman took a deep breath of fresh air, Devon felt herself falling.
She felt... drained. But how could she be drained? She couldn't cast real spells. She couldn't outlet her power.
So why was she drained?
Devon hit ground with a soft thump.
*
Gary entered the courtyard just in time to see two things.
First was aunt breath deeply and look better than she had in years.
Second was Devon hitting the ground.
He moved toward her, careful to keep he out of sight of his aunt and uncle.
He carried her to a stable and laid he in a bed of soft hay.
She was pale, ice cold and shaking. Blood trickled from her cracked lips. The sleeve of her shirt was burned. Burn marks crossed and circled her wrist, over her upper hand and onto her palm. At least he thought they where burn marks. He'd never seen burn marks that where blood red.
He raced off to find Alanna.
*
"Alan!"
Alanna looked up from her spot on the fence where she waited for Jon and Raoul to show up and go to dinner with her.
"Devon's hurt."
Alanna stood and raced forward.
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Devon opened her eyes. To see Alanna's worried face.
"Devy? Are you alright?"
"Tired."
"Your magic is low. How on earth did you use it? You can't cast spells."
Devon struggled to sit up. Gary caught her shoulders and lifted her up. She leaned back against the post behind her.
She explained everything. When she was finished Gary spoke confused.
"But why would someone attack aunt Lianne?"
"You mean that was the queen!?" Devon gasped.
"Yes. And if what you say is correct someone tried to kill her."
There was a long silence. Finally it was broken by Devon.
"Lana. Be prepared. What ever that thing was, it will come back."
Alanna nodded. "I think so too... Devy?"
Devon had fallen asleep.
Alanna smiled. "Gary I have to go meet Jon. Will you take Devon home."
"Of course"
*
Ramona watched from her window as the big squire boy, Gary walked through the gate.
Devon slept peacefully in his arms.
He laid her down gently, in the soft grass. Hesitating a moment he stared at her. Shaking his head he walked away.
Ramona smiled secretly as she watched him go.