Author's Note: This chapter doesn't have any dialogue. If you want the dialogue, read the Daine books!
"Arram Salmalin? Arram- come on. You're too far off. It's all right, Arram- it's safe-" The voice was a teenager's, but it had incredible power behind it. The first time I met Daine, she saved my life. She was so beautiful, so fragile, and filled with an amazing gift. Wild magic. The girl had it radiating off her. When I first met her, I decided she must be a gift from the gods. Wild magic had always fascinated me. To have a pupil, no a prodigy, to teach wild magic to was nothing short of a miracle.
It was a surprise to be able to talk so easily to a thirteen-year-old. We soon became more than a teacher and student, she was my magelet, my friend. I was determined to keep our relationship purely platonic, but everyone around me made this very difficult. Innkeepers would assume we would share a room, servants gossiped, but I didn't let it bother me. At least, I tried to. It wasn't until Ozorn insulted her, that I realized how deep my feelings were.
My self-control was amazing. We traveled a great deal and each night she slept so near me it nearly drove me insane. She was all around me, taking over my mind. Most days, I would get up before her just to stare at her beautiful face. Daine… her name was like a prayer.
Then came the moment when I lost all restraint. We were in the Realms of the Gods, the only mortals in the entire realm. The only curious eyes were that of a badger, a duckmole, and three very strange darkings. I thought I would manage to ignore my feelings, but everything changed when Daine feel from a cliff. The only thought running through my mind was 'she's dead.' I knew that a world without Daine would be empty for me.
And when I saw she was alive, I kissed her. Not the chaste kiss of a friend, but the passionate kiss of a lover. I would have immediately pulled away if she hadn't returned the kiss with desire and lust to match my own. And the next morning, all she thought I wanted was to go to bed with her. Didn't she understand that I loved her more than anything, that I would die for her in a moment? She told me she loved me and I thought I would die from happiness. But my bliss was mixed with pain. The girl was a sixteen-year-old virgin, I was twenty-nine with a great deal of experience. My mind told me that I shouldn't get involved with someone thirteen years younger. There would be too many problems. But my heart and body strongly disagreed. I would die without Daine.
"Arram Salmalin? Arram- come on. You're too far off. It's all right, Arram- it's safe-" The voice was a teenager's, but it had incredible power behind it. The first time I met Daine, she saved my life. She was so beautiful, so fragile, and filled with an amazing gift. Wild magic. The girl had it radiating off her. When I first met her, I decided she must be a gift from the gods. Wild magic had always fascinated me. To have a pupil, no a prodigy, to teach wild magic to was nothing short of a miracle.
It was a surprise to be able to talk so easily to a thirteen-year-old. We soon became more than a teacher and student, she was my magelet, my friend. I was determined to keep our relationship purely platonic, but everyone around me made this very difficult. Innkeepers would assume we would share a room, servants gossiped, but I didn't let it bother me. At least, I tried to. It wasn't until Ozorn insulted her, that I realized how deep my feelings were.
My self-control was amazing. We traveled a great deal and each night she slept so near me it nearly drove me insane. She was all around me, taking over my mind. Most days, I would get up before her just to stare at her beautiful face. Daine… her name was like a prayer.
Then came the moment when I lost all restraint. We were in the Realms of the Gods, the only mortals in the entire realm. The only curious eyes were that of a badger, a duckmole, and three very strange darkings. I thought I would manage to ignore my feelings, but everything changed when Daine feel from a cliff. The only thought running through my mind was 'she's dead.' I knew that a world without Daine would be empty for me.
And when I saw she was alive, I kissed her. Not the chaste kiss of a friend, but the passionate kiss of a lover. I would have immediately pulled away if she hadn't returned the kiss with desire and lust to match my own. And the next morning, all she thought I wanted was to go to bed with her. Didn't she understand that I loved her more than anything, that I would die for her in a moment? She told me she loved me and I thought I would die from happiness. But my bliss was mixed with pain. The girl was a sixteen-year-old virgin, I was twenty-nine with a great deal of experience. My mind told me that I shouldn't get involved with someone thirteen years younger. There would be too many problems. But my heart and body strongly disagreed. I would die without Daine.