Why?
This is my fanfic. I do not own Daine... (that sounded etchi) and I do not own any other of Tamora Pierce-sama's characters, but I do own mine.
Steal them and the wolves of the Dutch house will eat you.
Domo!
He kept his eyes rested and closed, his body limp and unmoving. He knew the people carried him with some sort of magick, something he wasn't used to. He was fully awake, but he forced his body to act as though he was unconscious. It was all he could do to not scream as someone fingered the wound on his side.
They had tried to lay him on a simple cot bed, but his wings refused to fold in a way that would lay him flat. So they had carefully twisted him over, until he was on his stomach, and placed him gently on the cot. His curiousity was itching; he had to know his captor's faces. Perhaps he could send the images mentally, telepathically, to his friends, wherever they were.
So he moaned, rolling slightly, his eyelids fluttering as he did. He caught the image of a worried looking drawn out man with dark skin and darker hair falling in his sparkling eyes. He nearly gasped aloud as he felt the power radiate off the man.
O.o
Numair grumbled, swearing again. A sharp slap in the arm from Daine silenced him though, and he stared at the boy. Racking his mind, he could not even imagine seeing a creature such as this one.
The boy reeked of magick, plain and simple, but it was not Gift and it was not the silver magick of immortals or gods, nor was it the copper of Daine's wild magick. It was something different, something undefinable.
"I have to know!" the mage shouted finally. He summoned a stool from the other side of the room to sit on. Raising his hands, he placed them gently on the boy's shoulders.
O.o
It was more than he could take. This man, this foul magicked man had touched him. He immediately bolted up, forgetting his wound until it had torn further with his movements. He kicked wildly, spinning in the air. The man fell back, the boy's foot hitting his shoulder. He jumped over the man then, forcing himself into a cold stone corner. He shuddered, terrified.
"Stop!"
It was the girl from before, the girl who had been a hawk then a girl. He watched her carefully. In a soft voice, he whispered, "Are you like me?"
Everyone in the room froze as they heard the gentleness of the boy's voice.
O.o
Daine blinked, stepping closer to the boy. He lifted his wings, shielding his head with the golden feathers.
"I don't understand. What do you mean?"
The boy blinked, then shook his head, eyes saddened. "You are not."
Daine stepped closer again. The boy did not see. He was too busy wiping tears from slanted eyes. Instantly the girl lost composure, diving forward to comfort him.
O.o
The strange hawk girl approached him quickly, taking his trembling hands in hers. He immediately yelped, trying to leap backwards, forgetting the stone wall behind him. He cried out again, thrashing his head. The girl's hand shot forward, entwining her fingers in his golden hair. She pulled his head up, staring into his eyes.
"Ya shouldn't be afraid. I ain't gonna hurt ya," the girl said softly, her eyes smiling. He trembled still, terrified. That was what the people back home had said before... He screamed again, trying to duck his head. The girl's hand yanked his head up again.
"I said I ain't gonna hurt ya!" the girl said, forcefully. When he nodded submissively, she smiled.
"Now," she said, voice light and happy. "I'm Daine. Who're you?"
"Me?" the boy whispered, refusing to meet her eyes.
She nodded.
"I'm..." He paused. His elder friend, Tir, had told him never to give his real name to strangers. A name was something that was never to be given, unless neccessary, and then only to close friends and family. He swallowed. Tir was probably dead. All this friends were probably dead. "I'm..."
O.o
Numair frowned as he rose. He opened his mouth, most likely to swear, but Alanna smacked him in the arm. He closed his mouth quickly.
The boy looked up at the action, cringing further. "I'm..."
Daine smiled sweetly. "Yes?" she asked, her tone implying some impatience.
"I'm... Lyr."
"Lyr?"
"Lyr."
O.o
It wasn't a complete lie, he reasoned. His true name he would keep secret, but the name Lyr... His aunt, his evil twisted dead aunt had renamed him Lyr when she had adopted him.
The girl, Daine?, smiled. "Lyr. That's a very nice name."
He nodded.
She stood, shaking her hair from her eyes. "You're injured," she said calmly, glancing at his side.
He nodded again.
"What happened?"
When he did not answer, she crouched beside him, taking his hands again. Her touch was soft and gentle, but he could feel the callouses on her palms and fingers. "What happened to you? Who hurt you?"
He sniffed lightly. "Eh..."
Daine smiled reassuringly.
He glanced over to the other people in the room. The short dark haired man, the taller dark skinned man, and the tiny woman with fiery hair, along with the mass of young people, hardly younger than himself. "I... arrived."
Daine nodded. "Where are you from?"
He smiled slightly. She was a curious type, he reasoned. She had not even let her finish one question before asking another. "Eh... It is far from here."
Daine pulled him to his feet, ignoring his cringe. She led him to a window. "Are you from that direction?"
It was the east. He shook his head.
She pointed to the other side of the room. "That way?"
Again, he shook his head.
She pointed to the two other cardinal directions, both of which he negated. Hands on hips with a smiling frown, she demanded to know from where he came.
A soft smile touched his pale lips, and, clutching his side in one hand, he pointed to the ceiling.
O.o
Daine blinked. The sky? "Where?"
Again, the boy pointed. "There."
"I don't understand."
Lyr led her to a window, pointing to the eastern sky. As they leaned out, he pointed directly above the castle, and slightly to the north.
He seemed to be directing her attention to a particular bright star. She frowned.
"The sky..." he whispered. His voice took a whistful tone. "The sky is forever..." He turned to her suddenly. "I am not alone. There are others, three like me, two like me but unlike the three. Then there is a child, a baby! I must find them! I must!" His rapid speaking caught up with him quickly, and he clutched his side, keeping the wince from his face. He could not hide the pain from his eyes.
Daine nodded. "We will heal you, then talk."
Lyr nodded, eyes thankful.
This is my fanfic. I do not own Daine... (that sounded etchi) and I do not own any other of Tamora Pierce-sama's characters, but I do own mine.
Steal them and the wolves of the Dutch house will eat you.
Domo!
He kept his eyes rested and closed, his body limp and unmoving. He knew the people carried him with some sort of magick, something he wasn't used to. He was fully awake, but he forced his body to act as though he was unconscious. It was all he could do to not scream as someone fingered the wound on his side.
They had tried to lay him on a simple cot bed, but his wings refused to fold in a way that would lay him flat. So they had carefully twisted him over, until he was on his stomach, and placed him gently on the cot. His curiousity was itching; he had to know his captor's faces. Perhaps he could send the images mentally, telepathically, to his friends, wherever they were.
So he moaned, rolling slightly, his eyelids fluttering as he did. He caught the image of a worried looking drawn out man with dark skin and darker hair falling in his sparkling eyes. He nearly gasped aloud as he felt the power radiate off the man.
O.o
Numair grumbled, swearing again. A sharp slap in the arm from Daine silenced him though, and he stared at the boy. Racking his mind, he could not even imagine seeing a creature such as this one.
The boy reeked of magick, plain and simple, but it was not Gift and it was not the silver magick of immortals or gods, nor was it the copper of Daine's wild magick. It was something different, something undefinable.
"I have to know!" the mage shouted finally. He summoned a stool from the other side of the room to sit on. Raising his hands, he placed them gently on the boy's shoulders.
O.o
It was more than he could take. This man, this foul magicked man had touched him. He immediately bolted up, forgetting his wound until it had torn further with his movements. He kicked wildly, spinning in the air. The man fell back, the boy's foot hitting his shoulder. He jumped over the man then, forcing himself into a cold stone corner. He shuddered, terrified.
"Stop!"
It was the girl from before, the girl who had been a hawk then a girl. He watched her carefully. In a soft voice, he whispered, "Are you like me?"
Everyone in the room froze as they heard the gentleness of the boy's voice.
O.o
Daine blinked, stepping closer to the boy. He lifted his wings, shielding his head with the golden feathers.
"I don't understand. What do you mean?"
The boy blinked, then shook his head, eyes saddened. "You are not."
Daine stepped closer again. The boy did not see. He was too busy wiping tears from slanted eyes. Instantly the girl lost composure, diving forward to comfort him.
O.o
The strange hawk girl approached him quickly, taking his trembling hands in hers. He immediately yelped, trying to leap backwards, forgetting the stone wall behind him. He cried out again, thrashing his head. The girl's hand shot forward, entwining her fingers in his golden hair. She pulled his head up, staring into his eyes.
"Ya shouldn't be afraid. I ain't gonna hurt ya," the girl said softly, her eyes smiling. He trembled still, terrified. That was what the people back home had said before... He screamed again, trying to duck his head. The girl's hand yanked his head up again.
"I said I ain't gonna hurt ya!" the girl said, forcefully. When he nodded submissively, she smiled.
"Now," she said, voice light and happy. "I'm Daine. Who're you?"
"Me?" the boy whispered, refusing to meet her eyes.
She nodded.
"I'm..." He paused. His elder friend, Tir, had told him never to give his real name to strangers. A name was something that was never to be given, unless neccessary, and then only to close friends and family. He swallowed. Tir was probably dead. All this friends were probably dead. "I'm..."
O.o
Numair frowned as he rose. He opened his mouth, most likely to swear, but Alanna smacked him in the arm. He closed his mouth quickly.
The boy looked up at the action, cringing further. "I'm..."
Daine smiled sweetly. "Yes?" she asked, her tone implying some impatience.
"I'm... Lyr."
"Lyr?"
"Lyr."
O.o
It wasn't a complete lie, he reasoned. His true name he would keep secret, but the name Lyr... His aunt, his evil twisted dead aunt had renamed him Lyr when she had adopted him.
The girl, Daine?, smiled. "Lyr. That's a very nice name."
He nodded.
She stood, shaking her hair from her eyes. "You're injured," she said calmly, glancing at his side.
He nodded again.
"What happened?"
When he did not answer, she crouched beside him, taking his hands again. Her touch was soft and gentle, but he could feel the callouses on her palms and fingers. "What happened to you? Who hurt you?"
He sniffed lightly. "Eh..."
Daine smiled reassuringly.
He glanced over to the other people in the room. The short dark haired man, the taller dark skinned man, and the tiny woman with fiery hair, along with the mass of young people, hardly younger than himself. "I... arrived."
Daine nodded. "Where are you from?"
He smiled slightly. She was a curious type, he reasoned. She had not even let her finish one question before asking another. "Eh... It is far from here."
Daine pulled him to his feet, ignoring his cringe. She led him to a window. "Are you from that direction?"
It was the east. He shook his head.
She pointed to the other side of the room. "That way?"
Again, he shook his head.
She pointed to the two other cardinal directions, both of which he negated. Hands on hips with a smiling frown, she demanded to know from where he came.
A soft smile touched his pale lips, and, clutching his side in one hand, he pointed to the ceiling.
O.o
Daine blinked. The sky? "Where?"
Again, the boy pointed. "There."
"I don't understand."
Lyr led her to a window, pointing to the eastern sky. As they leaned out, he pointed directly above the castle, and slightly to the north.
He seemed to be directing her attention to a particular bright star. She frowned.
"The sky..." he whispered. His voice took a whistful tone. "The sky is forever..." He turned to her suddenly. "I am not alone. There are others, three like me, two like me but unlike the three. Then there is a child, a baby! I must find them! I must!" His rapid speaking caught up with him quickly, and he clutched his side, keeping the wince from his face. He could not hide the pain from his eyes.
Daine nodded. "We will heal you, then talk."
Lyr nodded, eyes thankful.