Authors Note: If you are good Tammy fans, you will know the diffrence
between the characters floating around in my mind, and the ones she has
brilliantly created. Thanks to all of the nice people who reviewed and
DIDN'T tell me to jump in a vat of bubbling hairspray. *coughmarioncough*
And here is the next chapter!
I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. I was in a mess hall, like at camp, hung with crimson and gold tapestries, and lots of people, looking at me like I had just dropped out of the sky. To them, I had.
I was helped to my feet by a young man, and was told to go to the head table. I wandered up, my eyes taking in all that was around me. I went up to the table, was poured a glass of. some liquid of a colour I couldn't determine, and was told to sit. A woman with flaming coppery hair, and, my eyes opened in shock, a furious violet gaze. I guessed the anger had something to do with the boy who shared her looks, sitting meekly in the chair next to me.
"Please, just give us a minute to think about what happened. Thom, you turned a TREE into a PERSON!?" the woman exclaimed. I was starting to understand a litlle, and I could feel myself start to fidget in an attempt to stay silent.
"Yes mama." Thom said, his voice hardly more then a whisper. "Master Numair told me about when he was in the Copper Isles and he turned that evil sorcerer guy into a tree and I found a book-" I couldn't stand it any more. I almost screeched, but held that in for a more appropriet time and place.
The copper haired woman glared at a tall, lanky man who was running a long finger around the rim of his glass. I knew where I was, if I wasn't dreaming, I was in Tortall, sitting next to Thom of Pirates Swoop, son of Alanna the Lioness, who was currently glaring daggars at Numair Salmalin.
"Excuse me, are you saying that I am a tree?" Thom nodded. "is there anyway to get me back?" Thom shook his head.
"The spell is not reversible. Once its done, its done. But there is a reason you were picked to be transformed. Your parents, they are spies from our time, sent to discover what the future is like. You seemed to have grasped the understanding of what it's like to be alive in Tortall, because of the books that you have so religiously studied, and the Role Playing Game in which you take part in, every Friday night at 9:00 pm Eastern Time, called the Corus Knight School." Master Numair said. "I don't doubt that you know exactly where you are, and who the people sitting around you are. We have been wondering when we should bring you back to our time."
"I think she has had enough excitement for right now Numair, I'll take her to her rooms," Alanna said. She stood, motining for me to follow her. Who could refuse? I felt like I was a little chunk of lettuce in a salad spinner. My world was changing rapidly.
I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. I was in a mess hall, like at camp, hung with crimson and gold tapestries, and lots of people, looking at me like I had just dropped out of the sky. To them, I had.
I was helped to my feet by a young man, and was told to go to the head table. I wandered up, my eyes taking in all that was around me. I went up to the table, was poured a glass of. some liquid of a colour I couldn't determine, and was told to sit. A woman with flaming coppery hair, and, my eyes opened in shock, a furious violet gaze. I guessed the anger had something to do with the boy who shared her looks, sitting meekly in the chair next to me.
"Please, just give us a minute to think about what happened. Thom, you turned a TREE into a PERSON!?" the woman exclaimed. I was starting to understand a litlle, and I could feel myself start to fidget in an attempt to stay silent.
"Yes mama." Thom said, his voice hardly more then a whisper. "Master Numair told me about when he was in the Copper Isles and he turned that evil sorcerer guy into a tree and I found a book-" I couldn't stand it any more. I almost screeched, but held that in for a more appropriet time and place.
The copper haired woman glared at a tall, lanky man who was running a long finger around the rim of his glass. I knew where I was, if I wasn't dreaming, I was in Tortall, sitting next to Thom of Pirates Swoop, son of Alanna the Lioness, who was currently glaring daggars at Numair Salmalin.
"Excuse me, are you saying that I am a tree?" Thom nodded. "is there anyway to get me back?" Thom shook his head.
"The spell is not reversible. Once its done, its done. But there is a reason you were picked to be transformed. Your parents, they are spies from our time, sent to discover what the future is like. You seemed to have grasped the understanding of what it's like to be alive in Tortall, because of the books that you have so religiously studied, and the Role Playing Game in which you take part in, every Friday night at 9:00 pm Eastern Time, called the Corus Knight School." Master Numair said. "I don't doubt that you know exactly where you are, and who the people sitting around you are. We have been wondering when we should bring you back to our time."
"I think she has had enough excitement for right now Numair, I'll take her to her rooms," Alanna said. She stood, motining for me to follow her. Who could refuse? I felt like I was a little chunk of lettuce in a salad spinner. My world was changing rapidly.
