The Plan (How many chapters have that exact same title?)
"How about we start with what we know." Said Thom, getting bored at going over the same details for hours.
"I know that mother is sick, that Jethro is guilty and that we are getting no where,"
Thom sighed, and then brightened. "What kind of magic does Jethro have?"
"How should I know?"
Thom continued, "What kind of magic is tainting your mother?"
Kally was catching on. "If we test the magics of Jethro and his parents, then match it to mothers sickness, we'll have our proof." Kally stood up, and then Thom pulled her back down.
"How will we get samples of their magics?" he asked, and Kally got gloomy again.
"Well, we can start by getting the sample from Numair, he has the sample from Mother. And I have a way we can find out . . . . . ." Kally explained her plan to Thom, who began to grin.
"Numair! Master Numair!" Thom yelled as he banged on the door. "I need your help! Something terrible has happened!"
Numair came running to the door, and rushed out. "What is it Thom? Has something terrible happened to someone?"
"No, no, everyone is fine, but my magic has back-fired on me, and I can't change it! I need your advice!"
"Alright, alright, Thom. Calm down. Show me where this tragedy is."
"This way, just follows me." Thom began walking quickly toward the opposite staircase.
"Um, Thom, wouldn't it be faster to go down that staircase?" pointing to the closer one.
"No, no, it's much faster this way, besides, there's ah, um disturbance over there. You don't want to get involved." Thom lied, and took Numair's arm. He began pulling him in the other direction, and reluctantly, Numair followed.
Kally breathed a sigh of relief as she heard Thom and Numair walk down the hallway. Good work, Thom. Now to enter the room. Kally swiftly crept to the doorway, that luckily was left ajar, Thank you Numair, she thought as she opened the door. She closed it quietly, and started her way into the middle of the room. Right before she entered Numair's study, a knock came upon the door. Who? Kally wondered, but didn't have time to think any further, as she heard someone else in the rooms. No, I forgot about Daine! Kally looked around the room for a place to hide. Geez, why can't they make a large table or a couch and put it in here for people to hide in? Kally thought desperately, Hmm, there's a tricky question, Kally. She finally saw a small desk in the corner, one with a large, pillowed chair in front of it. The knocking sounded again.
"One minute!" Daine called from another room.
Kally dove for the desk, and quietly pulled the chair out, stuffed herself in, and pulled the chair as close as it would fit, before it squished her.
Daine walked into the room, drying her hair with a towel. She wore a housecoat, tied at her waist that looked a little too big to be hers.
Daine opened the door, and began to talk to whoever was on the other side. Please let her leave, please let her leave. prayed Kally, quite aware of the corner of the chair ramming into her side.
Daine continued to talk for what seemed like hours, and when she finally finished, she didn't even leave.
Kally cursed softly under her breathe, as Daine made her way across the room, back to her bedroom.
Now or never, Kally thought, glumly, as she emerged form the desk and snuck to the door to Numair's Study. Please don't let this door creak. Kally prayed. Just as she touched the doorknob, an itch came to her fingers. He magiked it. Great. What am I supposed to do now? Kally fingers itched, Daine in the next room would come out any minute and see her there. I'll have to try anyway. Kally, with all her gift in one hand, touched to knob and felt . .. . . . . nothing. She let out a sigh of relief. Numair must've forgot to lock it when Thom called him out. she went into the room and closed the door, leaving it slightly ajar, so she can make a quick escape. Where are those magics? she thought, looking around. They have to be here somewhere. Kally studied the shelves and drawers, the ones that were magiked, she couldn't open. She hoped they weren't in there. Oh, am I getting stupider or what? She thought to herself. Always in the place you'd least expect it. Right on Numair's desk was an opal bottle, very, very expensive, containing a sparkle of yellow-orange magic. Kally took out her own opal, and recited the spell Thom told her to use. A bit of the magic in the bottle, flowed into Kally's opal. Perfect.
Daine had just emerged from her room, when she noticed Numair's study door a bit ajar. "That won't do," she said to herself. "He wouldn't want anyone getting in there." Much to Kally's displeasure, Daine closed the door, and the magic on the locks grew to surround the door.
Oh my, now isn't this perfect? Kally thought as she stared at her own fortune. I'm stuck in Numair -the greatest living mages- study, and I have no way of getting out.
**That's it for now. I think I will continue the next chapter now, but this one will go up first. If the next isn't up, it will be soon I promise! ~CJ~**
"How about we start with what we know." Said Thom, getting bored at going over the same details for hours.
"I know that mother is sick, that Jethro is guilty and that we are getting no where,"
Thom sighed, and then brightened. "What kind of magic does Jethro have?"
"How should I know?"
Thom continued, "What kind of magic is tainting your mother?"
Kally was catching on. "If we test the magics of Jethro and his parents, then match it to mothers sickness, we'll have our proof." Kally stood up, and then Thom pulled her back down.
"How will we get samples of their magics?" he asked, and Kally got gloomy again.
"Well, we can start by getting the sample from Numair, he has the sample from Mother. And I have a way we can find out . . . . . ." Kally explained her plan to Thom, who began to grin.
"Numair! Master Numair!" Thom yelled as he banged on the door. "I need your help! Something terrible has happened!"
Numair came running to the door, and rushed out. "What is it Thom? Has something terrible happened to someone?"
"No, no, everyone is fine, but my magic has back-fired on me, and I can't change it! I need your advice!"
"Alright, alright, Thom. Calm down. Show me where this tragedy is."
"This way, just follows me." Thom began walking quickly toward the opposite staircase.
"Um, Thom, wouldn't it be faster to go down that staircase?" pointing to the closer one.
"No, no, it's much faster this way, besides, there's ah, um disturbance over there. You don't want to get involved." Thom lied, and took Numair's arm. He began pulling him in the other direction, and reluctantly, Numair followed.
Kally breathed a sigh of relief as she heard Thom and Numair walk down the hallway. Good work, Thom. Now to enter the room. Kally swiftly crept to the doorway, that luckily was left ajar, Thank you Numair, she thought as she opened the door. She closed it quietly, and started her way into the middle of the room. Right before she entered Numair's study, a knock came upon the door. Who? Kally wondered, but didn't have time to think any further, as she heard someone else in the rooms. No, I forgot about Daine! Kally looked around the room for a place to hide. Geez, why can't they make a large table or a couch and put it in here for people to hide in? Kally thought desperately, Hmm, there's a tricky question, Kally. She finally saw a small desk in the corner, one with a large, pillowed chair in front of it. The knocking sounded again.
"One minute!" Daine called from another room.
Kally dove for the desk, and quietly pulled the chair out, stuffed herself in, and pulled the chair as close as it would fit, before it squished her.
Daine walked into the room, drying her hair with a towel. She wore a housecoat, tied at her waist that looked a little too big to be hers.
Daine opened the door, and began to talk to whoever was on the other side. Please let her leave, please let her leave. prayed Kally, quite aware of the corner of the chair ramming into her side.
Daine continued to talk for what seemed like hours, and when she finally finished, she didn't even leave.
Kally cursed softly under her breathe, as Daine made her way across the room, back to her bedroom.
Now or never, Kally thought, glumly, as she emerged form the desk and snuck to the door to Numair's Study. Please don't let this door creak. Kally prayed. Just as she touched the doorknob, an itch came to her fingers. He magiked it. Great. What am I supposed to do now? Kally fingers itched, Daine in the next room would come out any minute and see her there. I'll have to try anyway. Kally, with all her gift in one hand, touched to knob and felt . .. . . . . nothing. She let out a sigh of relief. Numair must've forgot to lock it when Thom called him out. she went into the room and closed the door, leaving it slightly ajar, so she can make a quick escape. Where are those magics? she thought, looking around. They have to be here somewhere. Kally studied the shelves and drawers, the ones that were magiked, she couldn't open. She hoped they weren't in there. Oh, am I getting stupider or what? She thought to herself. Always in the place you'd least expect it. Right on Numair's desk was an opal bottle, very, very expensive, containing a sparkle of yellow-orange magic. Kally took out her own opal, and recited the spell Thom told her to use. A bit of the magic in the bottle, flowed into Kally's opal. Perfect.
Daine had just emerged from her room, when she noticed Numair's study door a bit ajar. "That won't do," she said to herself. "He wouldn't want anyone getting in there." Much to Kally's displeasure, Daine closed the door, and the magic on the locks grew to surround the door.
Oh my, now isn't this perfect? Kally thought as she stared at her own fortune. I'm stuck in Numair -the greatest living mages- study, and I have no way of getting out.
**That's it for now. I think I will continue the next chapter now, but this one will go up first. If the next isn't up, it will be soon I promise! ~CJ~**