I haven't written a fanfic in ages. I know it doesn't seem like that, but it's true. I've been trying to think up a plot for a gang of people I've conjured out of the air...and trying to think of an idea for a Drama play. Has to be comedy. *sigh* Nough about me. I'll wager you didn't open this page to read about my problems. No, no, I understand, I won't beat-about-the-bush...I totally understand. You wanna read my fanfic (and it's another D/N one, heheheh) and don't wanna read this crap. I warned you - are you still reading this? How interested in me are you people? *shudder* Don't answer that. So...
Oh, wait (I'll keep this short, I promise) the characters/settings/other you recognize belong to Tammy *bows in reverence* So please don't sue - besides, I read that Tammy doesn't mind fanfic - but when have I been worried about getting sued? Gods...oh, yes, I said I'd keep this short - so sorry, got carried away.
Cheers! ~Giovanna xoxo
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Prologue
Aeld Larsson found himself admiring the Wildmage. Young, pretty - and with a Northern face.
Where's she from? he muttered to his closest advisor, Peter Davidsson.
Lives in Tortall, Peter replied in Gallan. But she's originally from Snowsdale.
One of the villages in Duke Christer's dukedom, Peter said quietly. He hushed when the Wildmage approached them, her steel gray pony following meekly. She bowed gracefully to Aeld.
Your Grace, she said in Gallan. Aeld was pleased that she avoided eye-contact - she remembered her place. A commoner never looked at a lord; especially a woman!
You are Veralidaine Weirynsri, commonly known as the Wildmage? Aeld asked shortly.
The young woman, still bent over, nodded. Yes, Your Grace.
Why are you here?
Daine studied her boots as she replied, Your king, His Majesty Trystam the Third, asked King Jonathan of Tortall a boon. King Jonathan's Wildmage was to go to all the major duchies in Galla and heal, as the livestock here are dying of some strange ailment. The Wildmage is to find a cure.
Peter nodded at Aeld in approval. Aeld smiled dimly. You must forgive me, Veralidaine. Security here is tight. Come, let me introduce you to my best friend, Peter Davidson.
The Wildmage finally straightened. She flushed when Peter kissed her hand.
Peter smiled. I'm to show you to the room you'll be sleeping in while here. Follow me.
Aeld watched as Peter led the woman away, and some hostlers took the woman's pony. Gods, I hope she can figure out our problem.