Chapter Two: Varice sets her plan into action
Disclaimer: Tamora Pierce's, not mine. 'nuff said.
Summary: Ever wonder what happened to Varice Kingsford after "Emperor Mage"? Well, here's my theory. She seemed really attached to Arram/Numair and I doubt she would have let him go so easily to some girl a lot younger then her. In this FanFic, Varice is seeking revenge on Daine.
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The spell was almost ready. Varice paced herself, knowing if she got one thing wrong the whole thing would be ruined.
"Done!" she declared triumphantly, picking up a small bottle of what looked like pink mist swirling around in its glass prison. Varice bared her teeth in a savage smile, cradling her treasure in her hands.
"Tomorrow," she crooned at it lovingly. "Tomorrow Arram will be mine again."
"Great merciful Goddess!" Daine exclaimed, awaking with a start.
"What is it?" Numair mumbled sleepily.
"We were suppose to have been back at the palace ages ago! I was suppose to help Onua with the ponies today!"
"It's okay, Daine. I talked to Onua. She said you could do it some other day."
"Oh," the WildMage said, still standing up. She looked at the sky. It was getting dark. "Still, we should be going back about now."
"Magelet, you can't be serious," the lanky mage said pitifully.
"I am," she grinned evily. "Come on."
As they started up the road, Numair began to shiver.
"What's wrong?"
"I have this bad feeling... like something bad is going to happen soon..." he
shook himself. "No matter. Perhaps I'm just tired." But no matter how hard he
tried, he couldn't get rid of that feeling.
It was a few minutes before dawn. Varice could hardly contain her glee. A few more minutes was nothing compared to the years she had waited. Peering again into her scrying crystal, she narrowed her eyes on the vision of Daine and Numair fast asleep in their rooms in Tortall.
The first light of dawn streaked into the room and Varice hurriedly uncapped
the cork to her potion. The pink mist flowed out of the bottle gracefully, then
paused in the air, as if confused. She shooed it over to settle on the crystal,
where it obscured her view for a moment. When the mist disappated, only one
lone figure was lying in the bed in the palace.
So who is it? Daine or Numair?
