A/N: Okay, lets face it, this is a sucky fic!!!! It's not very good so I'm going to end it quickly, sorry. Review please.
Disclaimer: Tala and Syran are mine everyone else belongs to Tamora.
Daine, Numair and Tala worked diligently. At the end of three months Tala could shape shift, after the first time she had gotten horribly sick, heal and enter an animals mind. Numair had determined that she had almost double the Wild Magic Daine had.
"Today I want to test how far away you can sense an immortal," Numair explained, Tala nodded. Numair took Kitten and opened the door, only to find a sweaty messenger with his hand raised to knock.
" I beg your pardon, but you must come at once, war has been declared," the messenger told them quickly before hastily bowing and running to tell the rest of the palace. Numair's face paled, he turned to Daine and Tala.
"We need to go talk to the king," Numair announced, they practically ran.
"Ten thousand men, they surrounded us with ten thousand men," King Jonathan paced back and forth. He cursed harshly." We just have to fight, and hopefully the Gods will be on our side. Scanra, Tusaine, and Tyra, all united, this is Syran's work if I've ever seen it." The King cursed again.
Tala looked at a map of the armies, they surrounded the palace, and had fifty catapults lined up, twenty-five in the front twenty-five in the back. The animals were told to watch, and to foul the camps, all Daine's idea. Tala just sat back and watched. She walked into another room and Sammy followed her. She sat down on the floor and supported her self on Sammy. Then it hit her, everything that was happening, she touched her face, it was wet. She was crying, she could only remember crying once before, when the pack had died. She cried now, hard, but also silent, she didn't want to bother anyone, not now. Sammy whimpered and licked her face she hugged him. Strong hands put a cloth over her mouth; it had a funny smell on it. She tried to scream, but the cloth muffled it. Her eyes got heavy and collapsed. The last thing she remembered was a Sammy's growl, then a whimper.
Tala awoke, and thought she was blind, but then realized it was only dark. Her whole body was stiff, and trying to move she discovered she was tied up. She listened, Sammy was nearby! She called him silently, he licked her face, at least he wasn't tied up. She turned on to a mouse and walked out of her binding and turned back and put on her clothes. Light shone in front of her. A man with blonde hair and blue eyes stood in front of her, a jagged scar ran down the side of his face and neck and disappeared under his shirt.
"Look what I've got," he gloated in a heavy northern accent," a child. Sir Nealan and Keledry of Queenscove's child to be exact. I could get a nice ransom, or even a palace out of this. You for Tortall, personally I think I'll get the better end of the deal, mostly because you'll be dead by the time they get you. By the way my name in Syran, I'll be killing you now." He pulled out a dagger and lunged, Tala screamed and before Syran knew what was happening Sammy jumped at Syran and bit him, scarring his face even more. Syran yelled and stabbed at the wolf, missing, he turned around and the wolf fell off of him, quick as lightning he turned and shoved the dagger through the wolf's back into it's heart.
"Sammy," Tala whispered forlornly. She glanced at Syran; her eyes full of hatred, flames licked her pupils and burned in her hazel eyes. Then every thing inside her broke lose. Every animal that could move attacked the soldier's tooth and claw first. Within minutes every soldier was ripped, not one was left in a whole piece; it was a gruesome scene. Tala growled, she could feel all the People (A/N: animals) with her, just as mad and full of hate as she was. She grew wolf teeth and lion claws. She jumped at Syran. " FOR SAMMY" she howled, the People yelled, howled, barked, and screeched, too. Syran held his dagger over his head with fear. It impaled Tala, but she clawed and bit him anyway, in the end he lay in a hundred pieces. Tala laid her head on Sammy's body and slowly bled to death.
The war had ended thanks to Tala, but everyone would have rather had war than to never have Tala again. Kel was beside herself with grief, but she had known, so had Neal. This is what Mirthros and the Goddess had meant all those years ago. Tala was buried next to Sammy in a graveyard full of flowers. She would have wanted it that way. She was praised and sung about long after her time, because she was the girl who saved Tortall.
A/N: I know sad. Well hope you liked it, it was sucky, so don't tell me I know.
~Topazwolf~