Chapter 7; Restless Sleep

Numair watched the figure on the bed toss and turn. She looked as if she was simply having trouble sleeping. How he wished it was that easy.

Sighing heavily, he recalled recent events. He had knocked on the door, asking Daine if she was ready yet. She had replied yes she was, and he was not allowed to see her due to some old yarn spun by an old woman centuries ago. Reluctantly, he had given in and agreed to meet her in the chapel. She had made some joke. It was from then on everything had turned hazy. Daine had torn open the door, looked wildly about, and shouted something along the lines of "Who are you? Where have you taken him?"

When Numair had tried to follow her, the door had been slammed in his face. Daine continued to scream "Who are you?" at some mysterious person. Perhaps his betrothed was having hallucinations. But somehow he doubted it. The best thing to do would be to take her back into Tortall, where the person with the largest Healing Gift could help her. He rang for the servant.

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"You have to Heal her!"

Alanna turned away from her distraught friend. She honestly didn't want Daine to wake up just this moment. Daine had complicated her life. But what's life without a little hardship? She smiled. Gods, being with Faithful all those years had given her some of his ideas. "I..." In vain, she tried to think of a good excuse. She looked over at Daine for some inspiration. The girl was curled up on the bed, claw barely hidden. Seeing the silver object reminded Alanna. Daine was god-born. The gods would be furious if Alanna let Daine die.

"I will. Fetch Duke Baird." She didn't need the Duke; it was an excuse to get Numair out of the room. She couldn't have him breathing over her shoulder. He nodded, and walked briskly out of the room. That done, Alanna reached for her Gift. Smiling at the familiar sensation it gave her, she let some of it trickle slowly into Daine... A sharp flash tore across the sky, and Alanna was thrown into darkness.

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He felt something probe his spell. Good; that meant she was back in Tortall. The guards he had put on his magic were extremely strong. Anyone who tried to get passed his spell would be unable to use their magic for weeks. Unless they had died... A wonderful sense of victory flooded the mage. Now to put my final plan into action. The man shifted, until a black hawk stood, blinking, where a tall man had just been. Are you ready for me, Numair? Because I'm coming. Ready or not?

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Hi. I'm on a sugar high (No, duh). I shouldn't have written this, cos it was s'posed to be DDA, but I was smiling, so the mood sorta flopped. I had to write a bit more, cos I've just posted a new fic (One death changed the world) and I realised how many fics I haven't finished. 6! Out of 9! That's pathetic, wouldn't you say? Oh, please review. I need ideas!
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