She woke up. She rolled over. She streatched, and promptly hit her hand
on something rather hard.
"Ow! Crap! What the hell?"
Opening her eyes, she found herself in a bed that wasn't soft, but wasn't hard. A pillow was on the other side of the bed, and blankets strewn across the bed.
"Sheesh. Couldn't they have just left me where I was?"
She assumed not. Looking around, she found herself in a semi-familiar place. Very, very very semi-familiar.
"Shit. I was hoping that was a dream."
Getting up, she peeled off the shirt she had had on. Whatever the highest power was here, Mithros, she told herself, might as well get used to it, had been very nice to her. She still had her bra with her, even through whatever time warp she had gone through. This was a relief, mostly because she did not relish the idea of having multiple layers of cloth wrapped around her in the heat that was slowly rising. Slowly, her situation dawned on her.
"Oh god…no…gods…no…drat."
She moaned. Everything from her life was gone. Entirely gone. The only comfort she had was that she still had Satina. Well, and a few of her cloths. She could only hope that her prensence here meant that no one on the earth, well, her earth, remebered her. At least then they wouldn't think she was dead. She didn't think she would be able to handle that. Wait a sec, she thought, if I never existed, what'll happen to my friends? She didn't want to think about it. She was basiclly a counseler for one of her friends, who had admitted to her thoughts of suicide. And her best friend, what would happen to her? Please someone, she thought, let them all find replacments for me. The thought that she could have disappered in her world didn't even occur to her, mostly because she didn't want to think about it. Looking around, she found a small basin of water, and a cloth. She rinsed the cloth and put it on the back of her neck. It felt extremly good.
"Ahhhhhhhhh nice and cold."
A knock on the door startled her enough to voice a small cry.
"Who is it?"
"The owner of this room, can I have it back now?"
She yanked open the door.
"'S all yours."
On the other side of the door, stood Neal. For a moment, she stared openly, and then turned abruptly away. She looked down, blushed, then slamed the door.
"Shit. This is not your world dear, people are much more modest here."
She was still in her bra. She wasn't fat, but by no means was she thin either. She had always told herself that for her frame, which was on the broadish-tall side, she wasn't all that bad, but the guys never seemed to agree with her. Ah well, she thought as she dressed, perhaps people don't starve themselves here. She opened the door again. Neal still stood, apparently in shock. He shook his head, and motioned for her to follow him. She inturn shook her head. Her guy friends at home would have whooped and made a large too-doo, just to annoy her. She winced with the thoughts of her friends, then forced it down, telling herself to stop thinking about it.
*.*.*. (Yay! We get to meet Numair now!)
Neal finally opened a door to a small study. They had talked extremly minamaly on the way, Xlelon being to annoyed at herself, not to mention hot, to talk. Neal's mind was simply not in the talking stage. They walked in to face a man with hair a little longer than Xlelon's, except black. It was pulled back, and he was sprawled onto a couch on one side of the room. Lord Imrah was seated at the lone desk in the room, not nearly as sprawled out. Xlelon stared at the man for a moment, then shook herself.
"Numair Samilien?"
This drew a reaction. The man stared, Lord Imrah just smiled slightly, and Neal rolled his eyes. He was beginning to get used to her rather blunt statements. Leaning down, he whispered,
"You said it wrong, it's Samalin."
Opps, she whispered. She bowed.
"Pardon my blunder Master Samalin, It was due to ignorence, and not disrespect, I am new here, and have rarely heard your name."
The man was apparently still a bit in shock. Lord Imrah just grinned.
"I told you Numair."
The man's mouth snapped shut.
"Did you warn her?" He snapped at Neal.
"No!"
"Then how did she know?"
Neal sighed.
"I don't know!"
Lord Imrah laughed.
"Numair, I do believe that you have been surprised!"
Numair nodded sheepishly.
"I was, now, to buisness."
She raised an eyebrow.
"How, exactly, did you know my name?"
She shook her head.
"You really, really, really don't want to know."
He nodded.
"Yes I do. It is important to know how your magic works in order for me to train you."
She sighed. Oh boy, she thought, this is going to be…interesting.
"Trust me, I could tell you a large amount about you, Daine, Allanna, Jonathan, Onua, George, and even Gareth the Younger and it would have nothing what so ever to do with magic."
He looked stunned, kind of like a cow when you look at it when it's chewing its cud.
"H-How?"
"Ummmm, please, can't you just take it from me that you really don't want to know?"
He glared at Neal.
"Leave."
"That won't help."
He looked at Imrah.
"Could you please leave us?"
She sighed. They both rose, and left, both grinning.
"Fine. I'll tell you all I know."
Well, everthing except for the future, she thought. With that, she blurted everything she knew out.
"Well, the beginning of my knowladge starts when Allanna decided to become a knight………and then you came to Tortall from Carthak………I think it was three years ago that Onua found Daine at the faire in Cria'………the emperor, Ozorne was it? Yeah, he tried to kill you and take control of Daine…and then Daine's Parents took you to the realms of the gods I dunno, maybe a few weeks ago, month's?"
He began to get rather fidgety at this point, so she tactfully removed the part where he and Daine truley fell in love.
"Well, and then Daine fought Ozorne, while you fought, ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…some guy from the copper Isles with a ruby for an eye…"
He touched his pocket and winced.
"…and, well, now you and Daine are sort-of-ish engaged…sort-of-ish…And then I got dropped here, and how long have I been asleep anyway?"
He sat back.
"Gods."
She nodded.
"I warned you. And totally agree."
He looked at her.
"How did you know all-all that?"
"As I said, you don't want to know."
He nodded.
"Yes, I suppose I don't. Do you know anything more?"
"Yes, but I will not tell you, I will not change the overall fate of your world just for knowing it."
He nodded.
"Yes, I can understand that."
Silence ensued. Numair sat up, and clapped his hands.
"Well, now that we have that sorted out. I think its time we figured out the extent of your magic."
"Oh."
He laughed.
"Don't look so scared! I'm just going to test you."
"Wonderful."
Smiling, he sank into what looked like meditation. She sat still, very, very uncomfortable. It seemed to be a common emotion these days for her. When he opened his eyes again, he looked extremely perplexed. She read his thoughts.
"It's that stupid silver thread isn't it?"
He just gave that look. The one that she was now very used to. It said, how in sam hell did you know that?
"Neal said something about it."
"Yes, he mentioned it to me also. He and Leam have told me that you also heard him talking to the animals, what can you tell me about that?"
She stopped not sure how to describe it.
"Well, I just heard him yell, and it seemed perfectly normal to me, except them Leam told me that he yelled through his mind."
"Hmm, when Daine awakes, we must experiment with this. For now, we will leave where you came from to the fates. I'm not sure I want to know."
She nodded.
"However, I did hear about the incident with the Hurrok, how did you talk to him with out a confrontation?"
She sighed, she had a theroy, but it was rather strange.
"I'm going to attempt to explain it to you, but I'm not sure you will understand."
He nodded, silently urging her to go on.
"Well, I come from a world where nearly everyone is…evil, I guess is the word. There is none that doesn't have a small streak of it. I know, here its almost the same way, but…it's different there. We have things that can kill millions in five seconds, and later kills millions more in the after math…"
Seeing his look, she nodded.
"I know of one thing here that can do that, bloodrain, but these things are much different, they're…beyond horrible. I think it's that…streak of madness and extra chaos that allows me to talk to more evil immortals. And I think it's the fact that I come from another world entirely that lets me talk to immortals in a way even Daine can't."
He nodded.
"Yes, it does make sense. Though humans are made up half of Chaos, in the world you come from they, may be made up of more, there-by giving you a different perspective."
She muttered something that sounded like you have no idea. He agreed with her.
Larry's! well, that's the next installment, in which a large amount is explained. A large amount of this is random ideas jumbled together…so it'll be randomness in slight order. Oh yeah, and don't mind the fact that I am rather cynical here, it's the perfect place to release the fact that I hate this world, and the stupidity that seems to keep it going. Well! Bb! Oh yeah, and if you haven't figured it out, she was describing Bombs in the last few paragraphs…
"Ow! Crap! What the hell?"
Opening her eyes, she found herself in a bed that wasn't soft, but wasn't hard. A pillow was on the other side of the bed, and blankets strewn across the bed.
"Sheesh. Couldn't they have just left me where I was?"
She assumed not. Looking around, she found herself in a semi-familiar place. Very, very very semi-familiar.
"Shit. I was hoping that was a dream."
Getting up, she peeled off the shirt she had had on. Whatever the highest power was here, Mithros, she told herself, might as well get used to it, had been very nice to her. She still had her bra with her, even through whatever time warp she had gone through. This was a relief, mostly because she did not relish the idea of having multiple layers of cloth wrapped around her in the heat that was slowly rising. Slowly, her situation dawned on her.
"Oh god…no…gods…no…drat."
She moaned. Everything from her life was gone. Entirely gone. The only comfort she had was that she still had Satina. Well, and a few of her cloths. She could only hope that her prensence here meant that no one on the earth, well, her earth, remebered her. At least then they wouldn't think she was dead. She didn't think she would be able to handle that. Wait a sec, she thought, if I never existed, what'll happen to my friends? She didn't want to think about it. She was basiclly a counseler for one of her friends, who had admitted to her thoughts of suicide. And her best friend, what would happen to her? Please someone, she thought, let them all find replacments for me. The thought that she could have disappered in her world didn't even occur to her, mostly because she didn't want to think about it. Looking around, she found a small basin of water, and a cloth. She rinsed the cloth and put it on the back of her neck. It felt extremly good.
"Ahhhhhhhhh nice and cold."
A knock on the door startled her enough to voice a small cry.
"Who is it?"
"The owner of this room, can I have it back now?"
She yanked open the door.
"'S all yours."
On the other side of the door, stood Neal. For a moment, she stared openly, and then turned abruptly away. She looked down, blushed, then slamed the door.
"Shit. This is not your world dear, people are much more modest here."
She was still in her bra. She wasn't fat, but by no means was she thin either. She had always told herself that for her frame, which was on the broadish-tall side, she wasn't all that bad, but the guys never seemed to agree with her. Ah well, she thought as she dressed, perhaps people don't starve themselves here. She opened the door again. Neal still stood, apparently in shock. He shook his head, and motioned for her to follow him. She inturn shook her head. Her guy friends at home would have whooped and made a large too-doo, just to annoy her. She winced with the thoughts of her friends, then forced it down, telling herself to stop thinking about it.
*.*.*. (Yay! We get to meet Numair now!)
Neal finally opened a door to a small study. They had talked extremly minamaly on the way, Xlelon being to annoyed at herself, not to mention hot, to talk. Neal's mind was simply not in the talking stage. They walked in to face a man with hair a little longer than Xlelon's, except black. It was pulled back, and he was sprawled onto a couch on one side of the room. Lord Imrah was seated at the lone desk in the room, not nearly as sprawled out. Xlelon stared at the man for a moment, then shook herself.
"Numair Samilien?"
This drew a reaction. The man stared, Lord Imrah just smiled slightly, and Neal rolled his eyes. He was beginning to get used to her rather blunt statements. Leaning down, he whispered,
"You said it wrong, it's Samalin."
Opps, she whispered. She bowed.
"Pardon my blunder Master Samalin, It was due to ignorence, and not disrespect, I am new here, and have rarely heard your name."
The man was apparently still a bit in shock. Lord Imrah just grinned.
"I told you Numair."
The man's mouth snapped shut.
"Did you warn her?" He snapped at Neal.
"No!"
"Then how did she know?"
Neal sighed.
"I don't know!"
Lord Imrah laughed.
"Numair, I do believe that you have been surprised!"
Numair nodded sheepishly.
"I was, now, to buisness."
She raised an eyebrow.
"How, exactly, did you know my name?"
She shook her head.
"You really, really, really don't want to know."
He nodded.
"Yes I do. It is important to know how your magic works in order for me to train you."
She sighed. Oh boy, she thought, this is going to be…interesting.
"Trust me, I could tell you a large amount about you, Daine, Allanna, Jonathan, Onua, George, and even Gareth the Younger and it would have nothing what so ever to do with magic."
He looked stunned, kind of like a cow when you look at it when it's chewing its cud.
"H-How?"
"Ummmm, please, can't you just take it from me that you really don't want to know?"
He glared at Neal.
"Leave."
"That won't help."
He looked at Imrah.
"Could you please leave us?"
She sighed. They both rose, and left, both grinning.
"Fine. I'll tell you all I know."
Well, everthing except for the future, she thought. With that, she blurted everything she knew out.
"Well, the beginning of my knowladge starts when Allanna decided to become a knight………and then you came to Tortall from Carthak………I think it was three years ago that Onua found Daine at the faire in Cria'………the emperor, Ozorne was it? Yeah, he tried to kill you and take control of Daine…and then Daine's Parents took you to the realms of the gods I dunno, maybe a few weeks ago, month's?"
He began to get rather fidgety at this point, so she tactfully removed the part where he and Daine truley fell in love.
"Well, and then Daine fought Ozorne, while you fought, ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…some guy from the copper Isles with a ruby for an eye…"
He touched his pocket and winced.
"…and, well, now you and Daine are sort-of-ish engaged…sort-of-ish…And then I got dropped here, and how long have I been asleep anyway?"
He sat back.
"Gods."
She nodded.
"I warned you. And totally agree."
He looked at her.
"How did you know all-all that?"
"As I said, you don't want to know."
He nodded.
"Yes, I suppose I don't. Do you know anything more?"
"Yes, but I will not tell you, I will not change the overall fate of your world just for knowing it."
He nodded.
"Yes, I can understand that."
Silence ensued. Numair sat up, and clapped his hands.
"Well, now that we have that sorted out. I think its time we figured out the extent of your magic."
"Oh."
He laughed.
"Don't look so scared! I'm just going to test you."
"Wonderful."
Smiling, he sank into what looked like meditation. She sat still, very, very uncomfortable. It seemed to be a common emotion these days for her. When he opened his eyes again, he looked extremely perplexed. She read his thoughts.
"It's that stupid silver thread isn't it?"
He just gave that look. The one that she was now very used to. It said, how in sam hell did you know that?
"Neal said something about it."
"Yes, he mentioned it to me also. He and Leam have told me that you also heard him talking to the animals, what can you tell me about that?"
She stopped not sure how to describe it.
"Well, I just heard him yell, and it seemed perfectly normal to me, except them Leam told me that he yelled through his mind."
"Hmm, when Daine awakes, we must experiment with this. For now, we will leave where you came from to the fates. I'm not sure I want to know."
She nodded.
"However, I did hear about the incident with the Hurrok, how did you talk to him with out a confrontation?"
She sighed, she had a theroy, but it was rather strange.
"I'm going to attempt to explain it to you, but I'm not sure you will understand."
He nodded, silently urging her to go on.
"Well, I come from a world where nearly everyone is…evil, I guess is the word. There is none that doesn't have a small streak of it. I know, here its almost the same way, but…it's different there. We have things that can kill millions in five seconds, and later kills millions more in the after math…"
Seeing his look, she nodded.
"I know of one thing here that can do that, bloodrain, but these things are much different, they're…beyond horrible. I think it's that…streak of madness and extra chaos that allows me to talk to more evil immortals. And I think it's the fact that I come from another world entirely that lets me talk to immortals in a way even Daine can't."
He nodded.
"Yes, it does make sense. Though humans are made up half of Chaos, in the world you come from they, may be made up of more, there-by giving you a different perspective."
She muttered something that sounded like you have no idea. He agreed with her.
Larry's! well, that's the next installment, in which a large amount is explained. A large amount of this is random ideas jumbled together…so it'll be randomness in slight order. Oh yeah, and don't mind the fact that I am rather cynical here, it's the perfect place to release the fact that I hate this world, and the stupidity that seems to keep it going. Well! Bb! Oh yeah, and if you haven't figured it out, she was describing Bombs in the last few paragraphs…