Discalaimer: I don't own a thing but sir Ronald

Criterion: I don't own a thing but sir Ronald. If you want to borrow him ask me. I need to make some money.

A/n: o.k. now on with the fic. If I remember correctly Daja had just yelled out a letter and then I stopped it. Is that right. *Asks her muse if he is sure but he's tanning drinking a martini.* muses are so useless especially my muse Zeus. *Zeus throws his martini on me* ugh oh well on with the fic hopefully if my muse decides to start working again. Runs away from an angry god screaming I hate my muse.

Briar Daja yelled. She jumped off of the desk and landed next to briar and knelt at his side. Briar rolled over and looked at her. His face pale ghostly even and you could tell that he was in pain. She looked at him and couldn't stop. She felt horrible. She was going into a trance. It felt like his pain was her own. Then suddenly she clutched her arm as this huge pain seared through it. Then she screamed and dropped to the floor just as Tris walked in with a mage in tow.

"Daja wasn't hurt when I left a second ago." Tris said.

With that everyone turned around and saw Daja lying their with the same exact ghostly like expression on her face. The mage bent down next to briar and took out this measuring tape. He measured the length of the wound and the width then the place of the wound on his arm. Then he stood up and turned around to face them wearing this expression of amazement, confusion, and wonder.

"Numair what is it," asked Kaddar.

But just as Kaddar asked the question they where all dying to ask Tris fell to the floor next to them just as a noble walked in. Tris was able to gasp something that sounded like san but no one knew what she was trying to say until Lady Sandraline Fa Toren introduced herself to everyone present who was conscious.

"Now what is going on here? I come back from a visit to emelan for a week and I find my friends lying here on the floor. If something is wrong with them bring them to my quarters NOW don't leave them here like nothing on cold hard tile. Do I make myself clear? Move them NOW" Sandry yelled with her hands on her hips.