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!

As for those of you who have asked, I know Japanese because I AM Japanese. O.o My pop's a Brit and my Mum's a Jap. And because I'm both I can call them both as many derogatory comments as I want! So there!!! Heheheheheh... And I live in a big house made by Dutch settlers in the 1500s, and my family breeds wolfdogs. So THERE! Also, because I mention the phrase "backwoods hick," please don't kill me, I am considered a BACKWOODS HICK so it's okay fer me ta say it, ya'hear? =P O.o

Anyway, here's the reason you're here... Part 6....

Jystyn sat straight up, the small child rolling out of his arms to his side, safely. He panted as the searing pain in his side pulsed with his heartbeat. He glanced at Ryn, sleeping in the chair, his handmirror safely in his lap.
As the pain began to calm, he sighed slightly. "Lyna-sama..."

O.o

Daine groaned, shoving the mass assortment of cuddly furry woodland creatures off her chest, including the now awake and very angry Kitten. "Oh, hush," she mumbled as she got to her feet. She began to dress, then stepped outside.
Numair smiled sheepishly. "I wasn't sure you heard me..."
Daine ignored him, sinking to her haunches. "It's the middle of the night. What is it now?" she said slowly, her voice filled with sleep and a touch of fury.
Numair ignored her tone and looked up to the forest line. "There are others there..."
"Others?"
"Like your Lyr and Ryn."
"Mine?"
Numair shrugged. "One came by just a little while ago and demanded entrance to the Palace. Queen Thayet was here, and she was not..." he coughed, "in one of her better moods so she..."
"Let me guess. She told them to bug off."
"Basically, and in not so few words."
"Ah." Daine stood, calming the minds of her charges, still in her bed.
"Daine..." It was Numair again.
"Yes?"
"They asked for you specifically."
"Really?"
"Yes. They called you the hawk-changer."
"Hawk-changer." Daine sighed. "Well, I've been called worse in my life." She called Cloud mentally, and once the pony arrived, they rode towards the small point of light.

O.o

"Lyna-sama..."
"Yes?"
"The hawk-girl is coming with a pony."
"Yes."
"Shall we..."
"Yes. Carry out the plan."
"Yes, Lyna-sama..."

O.o

Numair watched Daine, his eyes filled with a protective light. He held up his hand, filled with a small sphere of magick, and whispered a protecting spell.
The ball exploded in his face, but his own protection barriers sealed it from hurting him. He stared at the small wisps of smoke that filled the air, and shouted, "Daine!"

O.o

She turned around slightly, frowning. "Numair...?" She turned Cloud, and headed back towards the castle, but not before she was grabbed from behind.
She fought the person off, reaching for the dagger she normally wore. It was gone. The person behind her dragged her from the pony's back. Cloud began to kick and scream, but a wave of her attacker's hand, the pony sighed gently, her head falling in sleep. Daine's eyes widened in fear.
Her attacker showed his face. "Hellllllo, missy," he drawled sweetly. "Now, yer comin' with us... and when we're done, yer gonna wish you was-"
"Tir, cut the crap!"
Her attacker looked up to the red-headed girl. "What are you talking about?" he demanded, the drawl gone.
"Speak normally. You aren't some backwoods hick!"
The boy frowned. "Well, I got the shifter, didn't I?"
"Yes, but you barely managed that! I told you the horse was smart!"
"It wasn't a horse, you moron! It was a pony!"
"Like you know the difference!"
"Both of you be silent."
All three looked up to see the perfectly rounded face of the leader. As the figure approached, Daine got a small headache. The face and features of this person cried female, but the figure was male. She decided it was a beautiful man. He smiled halfway to Daine, then glared at the other two.
"I'm sorry." "Sorry, Lyna-sama."
The beautiful man shook off their comments. "Make her sleep. Rit, take care of her. Then Tir, you come with me. We are to meet their leaders to get him back." He turned his back, then paused. "And Rit, be sure not to rough her up too badly. After all," he smiled darkly, "an eye for an eye..."