((Okay…odd, twisted comedy coming right up! The Heralds (Of all time
periods, Vanyel…Elspeth…Savil…) get dumped into today's time, and the
citizens of the US believe that they are a new cult. (Please note that I am
a US citizen who loves her country and all US bashing is done in a comedic
manner.) There is a plot in here…you may have to wait a while for it to
become evident though!))
***Disclaimer—All Heralds, etc. from the Valdemar books belong to Mercedes Lackey. I take no credit for the idea, no do I lay any claim on them.
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***Vanyel***
She blinked. There, despite what she kept telling herself, was a white horse with blue eyes, standing in the middle of the street. Next to it stood a man, with black hair streaked with white. He was dressed all in whites, in a very, very old-fashioned manner. She rubbed her eyes, shook her head and walked on.
Vanyel rubbed his eyes, too. He had been in the forest, with Stefan, but…he wasn't there anymore. :Yfandes? What?:
The horse beside him turned, quite puzzled also. :I don't know Beloved. But this place seems odd.:
Vanyel felt around with his Other Senses, and found he had to agree with her. :There is no magic. No ley lines, no nodes…not a person with Mage- Potential.:
'Fandes neighed her negative response. :There is Mage-Potential, and other gifts, but I can't pin-point them. You're right about the ley lines and nodes, though. I don't like it, Choosen.:
:I don't like it either. What happened?: Suddenly, a loud sound was behind them. Vanyel whipped around, a burst of power waiting to be shot at whoever or whatever it was.
"Will you move it, please? I'm late!" A man called out of his car window, and was immediately followed by, "Yeah"s and "Come on!"s.
Vanyel noticed the busyness of…wherever they were. :Let's move, 'Fandes: He told her, and started to walk off. She followed him.
A police officer was waiting for them. "Hey mister, what are you doing with a horse in the middle of the street like that?"
Vanyel tried to explain patiently. "She's not a horse, sir, she's a Companion."
The man had no sympathy or understanding. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Go back to wherever you came from with your…Companion. The psychiatric ward is done that way." He pointed a silly grin on his face. "I bet they miss you, though I'm not sure where you got the horse."
Vanyel sighed. The man was obviously dense, and not from Valdemar. "Yfandes is a Companion, sir, not a horse."
The man gave his a bigger grin and started off in the other direction muttering about "crazy people" and "cults."
'Fandes rubbed her cheek against his face. :Don't worry, Vanyel. We'll figure out what's going on soon. Let's see if we can find someone we know.:
Vanyel nodded and started off down the street. :That's a good idea, Love. I just wish Stefan were here…:
:I know you need him. You too haven't been apart in a while, have you?:
Vanyel shook his head. "No we haven't. Not for a few hundred years, at least."
:I'm here, Choosen.:
Vanyel reached around and gave her a hug. "I know you are. Thanks, 'Fandes." He was no longer the statue of marble he had once been. With only Stefan and Yfandes, he could show his feelings and emotions. There was no one that was going to be hurt because of him anymore.
:There are people watching, Vanyel,: she semi-scolded. :And they're looking at you rather oddly.:
Upon glancing around, Vanyel found that she was right. "Why would that be? I suppose they're not used to Heralds."
With a tiny 'pop' another white horse with blue eyes appeared, followed shortly by an older lady dressed in the same white uniform as Vanyel.
"Savil?"
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((There we go, the first chapter. Reviews, please!))
***Disclaimer—All Heralds, etc. from the Valdemar books belong to Mercedes Lackey. I take no credit for the idea, no do I lay any claim on them.
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***Vanyel***
She blinked. There, despite what she kept telling herself, was a white horse with blue eyes, standing in the middle of the street. Next to it stood a man, with black hair streaked with white. He was dressed all in whites, in a very, very old-fashioned manner. She rubbed her eyes, shook her head and walked on.
Vanyel rubbed his eyes, too. He had been in the forest, with Stefan, but…he wasn't there anymore. :Yfandes? What?:
The horse beside him turned, quite puzzled also. :I don't know Beloved. But this place seems odd.:
Vanyel felt around with his Other Senses, and found he had to agree with her. :There is no magic. No ley lines, no nodes…not a person with Mage- Potential.:
'Fandes neighed her negative response. :There is Mage-Potential, and other gifts, but I can't pin-point them. You're right about the ley lines and nodes, though. I don't like it, Choosen.:
:I don't like it either. What happened?: Suddenly, a loud sound was behind them. Vanyel whipped around, a burst of power waiting to be shot at whoever or whatever it was.
"Will you move it, please? I'm late!" A man called out of his car window, and was immediately followed by, "Yeah"s and "Come on!"s.
Vanyel noticed the busyness of…wherever they were. :Let's move, 'Fandes: He told her, and started to walk off. She followed him.
A police officer was waiting for them. "Hey mister, what are you doing with a horse in the middle of the street like that?"
Vanyel tried to explain patiently. "She's not a horse, sir, she's a Companion."
The man had no sympathy or understanding. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Go back to wherever you came from with your…Companion. The psychiatric ward is done that way." He pointed a silly grin on his face. "I bet they miss you, though I'm not sure where you got the horse."
Vanyel sighed. The man was obviously dense, and not from Valdemar. "Yfandes is a Companion, sir, not a horse."
The man gave his a bigger grin and started off in the other direction muttering about "crazy people" and "cults."
'Fandes rubbed her cheek against his face. :Don't worry, Vanyel. We'll figure out what's going on soon. Let's see if we can find someone we know.:
Vanyel nodded and started off down the street. :That's a good idea, Love. I just wish Stefan were here…:
:I know you need him. You too haven't been apart in a while, have you?:
Vanyel shook his head. "No we haven't. Not for a few hundred years, at least."
:I'm here, Choosen.:
Vanyel reached around and gave her a hug. "I know you are. Thanks, 'Fandes." He was no longer the statue of marble he had once been. With only Stefan and Yfandes, he could show his feelings and emotions. There was no one that was going to be hurt because of him anymore.
:There are people watching, Vanyel,: she semi-scolded. :And they're looking at you rather oddly.:
Upon glancing around, Vanyel found that she was right. "Why would that be? I suppose they're not used to Heralds."
With a tiny 'pop' another white horse with blue eyes appeared, followed shortly by an older lady dressed in the same white uniform as Vanyel.
"Savil?"
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((There we go, the first chapter. Reviews, please!))