Disclaimer: Anything that you might recognize in this story probably not
mine. I either based it on Tamora Pierce, or else unconsciously based it on
something I read. If you recognize anything as yours please accept my
sincerest apologies, and if it bother's you, inform me through review.
"I'm sorry; I seem to have missed that." Minzie broke out of her thoughts with a start. Kel snickered and said "What was occupying your thoughts? The relationship between how many cats are born each year and how much the fields produce? Or perhaps whether it would be wiser to order that load of copper in September versus October? (Banded had iron mines, and some smallish deposits of steel, but they had to buy all of their copper). Maybe your mind was caught by the dazzling handsomeness of some passing servant?" Minzie gagged at the thought, and slapped Kel lightly. The continuation of their interrupted conversation was brought to a stop by the arrival of what looked to be a five year old girl. Elmindreida was indeed five years old, with long, black hair just like her elder sister's. But Mindrei was very intelligent, she had already mastered algebra and was helping her nine year-old sister run the fief. Thanks to Minzie's, and more recently Kel's, tutelage, she was nearly as good as a Yamani at hiding her feelings. Therefore, it was quite a shock to see her crying in public. Minzie immediately jumped up and ran to her sister. The two had always been close; bound together by their extraordinary intelligence as well as their great power with Air. They had become even closer after the murder of what was left of their immediate family, three weeks ago, and they were very protective of each other. "What's wrong?" She pleaded, extremely worried. It really isn't good for your nerves to have seen your father murdered when you were three, and then have it occur again, to your mother and brother. Mindrei sniffed one more time, and answered "I was looking through the old crates in the library, you know, the one's nobody's been in for fifty years. And I found a book of the legends of some obscure prophet, Ezkel Ashmir. Anyways, one of the legends, it mentioned Mama and Papa and Isaac." "You better show me." Minzie said, and the two sisters' took off at a run, the very worried Kel right behind them. Those two were just starting to immerge from their grief. Would this plunge them back into mindless sorrow?
In the crates there was indeed a book of legends, which seemed to contain a legend foretelling Minzie's family's death. Thank goodness the scroll was in a box that hadn't been touched for fifty years; it was horrible to think of the former Min and the sister's elder brother Isaac living with a doom over their heads. The legend read as follows:
Twice wraiths will come to the Sanded Lands, Or rather to the Banded Lands. The first time they come, They will take the father, Leaving behind sorrowing Mother, Son, and two young Daughters. The second time they come twill be to take Mother and Son. All that is left of that family, Will be, The new Min and Minair.
"It does seem to fit" Minzie said skeptically "If you translate Minair to mean Min-Heir. We even called the things wraiths. I just wish it said who sent the creature's, so I could find the person and rip them from gizzard to gut. Let them see how it feels to be strangled with their own intestines."
"I'm sorry; I seem to have missed that." Minzie broke out of her thoughts with a start. Kel snickered and said "What was occupying your thoughts? The relationship between how many cats are born each year and how much the fields produce? Or perhaps whether it would be wiser to order that load of copper in September versus October? (Banded had iron mines, and some smallish deposits of steel, but they had to buy all of their copper). Maybe your mind was caught by the dazzling handsomeness of some passing servant?" Minzie gagged at the thought, and slapped Kel lightly. The continuation of their interrupted conversation was brought to a stop by the arrival of what looked to be a five year old girl. Elmindreida was indeed five years old, with long, black hair just like her elder sister's. But Mindrei was very intelligent, she had already mastered algebra and was helping her nine year-old sister run the fief. Thanks to Minzie's, and more recently Kel's, tutelage, she was nearly as good as a Yamani at hiding her feelings. Therefore, it was quite a shock to see her crying in public. Minzie immediately jumped up and ran to her sister. The two had always been close; bound together by their extraordinary intelligence as well as their great power with Air. They had become even closer after the murder of what was left of their immediate family, three weeks ago, and they were very protective of each other. "What's wrong?" She pleaded, extremely worried. It really isn't good for your nerves to have seen your father murdered when you were three, and then have it occur again, to your mother and brother. Mindrei sniffed one more time, and answered "I was looking through the old crates in the library, you know, the one's nobody's been in for fifty years. And I found a book of the legends of some obscure prophet, Ezkel Ashmir. Anyways, one of the legends, it mentioned Mama and Papa and Isaac." "You better show me." Minzie said, and the two sisters' took off at a run, the very worried Kel right behind them. Those two were just starting to immerge from their grief. Would this plunge them back into mindless sorrow?
In the crates there was indeed a book of legends, which seemed to contain a legend foretelling Minzie's family's death. Thank goodness the scroll was in a box that hadn't been touched for fifty years; it was horrible to think of the former Min and the sister's elder brother Isaac living with a doom over their heads. The legend read as follows:
Twice wraiths will come to the Sanded Lands, Or rather to the Banded Lands. The first time they come, They will take the father, Leaving behind sorrowing Mother, Son, and two young Daughters. The second time they come twill be to take Mother and Son. All that is left of that family, Will be, The new Min and Minair.
"It does seem to fit" Minzie said skeptically "If you translate Minair to mean Min-Heir. We even called the things wraiths. I just wish it said who sent the creature's, so I could find the person and rip them from gizzard to gut. Let them see how it feels to be strangled with their own intestines."