The Moon Daughter's Flame
by: Paige Nokomis
a/n: okay this is my first fanfic and im not sure if its that good. Just to let you know it's set in the future of tortall...no more than 30 years ahead of Lady Knight. I may change some things here and there with the rules and such of Tortall but they'll be small...i think...i haven't got the whole plot planned yet. please review when you're done,please! (this is newly revised...i posted it before i went to my dance class and didn't get enought time to proofread it)
'thoughts' "dialogue"
disclaimer: Most of the things will be from Tamora Pierce's books that were set in Tortall. But also I've taken the idea of elemental magic from her Emelan (sp?) books. Anything that you don't recognize as her's is most likely mine. So there, now you can't sue me...even though i don't know why you would, i have no money what so ever. Well enjoy the story!
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At the young age of seventeen, Blaize Nokomis was a fire mage. She worked for the realm of Tortall as a guard, mostly. Most of the subjects of Tortall would describe her as a loner, dark & secretive, yet she has that sensitivity which draws others in. Our story begins...
Walking down the road to the maketplace was a young soldier. He had blonde hair, cut messily to his chin, and his eyes were a striking sea green that took in the scene and asseccesed any situation that might appear. At about six feet tall he topped most of the other market goers, giving him the additional view.
He turned into a store marked for armory and weaponry. He was there, not on business, but for his own stock, the stock of daggers that his officers did not even know about. The shopkeeper spoted him and nodded before continuing his business with the another costumer. As our handsome, young soldier looked at the cases that held the Raven Armory daggers, he observed the customer through the reflection.
She was about five feet five inches, dark-skinned and dark-haired, but her eyes were an interesting sight. They seemed to be a meduim blue but with deep brown, almost black, streaks. She was dressed in long breeches with a sleeveless dress on top. The dress had slits up to the waist to allow for maxium movement.
'So she's a fighter then.'
The aforementioned girl turned right then. She gazed at the soldier and spoke, "Yes."
He turned around and replied, "Excuse me?"
She smiled, "I said 'yes'. You were thinking that I was a fighter."
"Now's not a good time to publicize your gift B--"
"Don't say it," the girl interupted the shopkeeper. He nodded. As the soldier looked on in interest and confusion, the girl began to speak again, "All right then. I'll be back for my staff by nightfall." With that she left.
"Interesting child, isn't she?" The soldier gave a curt nod, still staring at the door. "What would you like today, Geoffery?"
"Oh. Um, just adding to my stock," he said with a smile. The rest of the day went by, and Geoff never spotted the girl till a candlemark before nightfall. True to her word she picked up her staff at the Raven Armory. As she exited the door into the dwindling market, Geoff saw that she kept an eye out for the roofs and alleyways. Like him, she kept to well-lighted places and to the center of the road.
'She knows what to watch, and where to stand. Amazing, I've only known trained persons to know that!'
"Watch it! You shouldn't stand in front of a door like that, oh. Um, sir," said the voice behind him which broke his view of the girl. It slowly softened as they realized he was a soldier. He nodded and began his trek back to the barracks.
a/n: okay this is my first fanfic and im not sure if its that good. Just to let you know it's set in the future of tortall...no more than 30 years ahead of Lady Knight. I may change some things here and there with the rules and such of Tortall but they'll be small...i think...i haven't got the whole plot planned yet. please review when you're done,please! (this is newly revised...i posted it before i went to my dance class and didn't get enought time to proofread it)
'thoughts' "dialogue"
disclaimer: Most of the things will be from Tamora Pierce's books that were set in Tortall. But also I've taken the idea of elemental magic from her Emelan (sp?) books. Anything that you don't recognize as her's is most likely mine. So there, now you can't sue me...even though i don't know why you would, i have no money what so ever. Well enjoy the story!
~~
At the young age of seventeen, Blaize Nokomis was a fire mage. She worked for the realm of Tortall as a guard, mostly. Most of the subjects of Tortall would describe her as a loner, dark & secretive, yet she has that sensitivity which draws others in. Our story begins...
Walking down the road to the maketplace was a young soldier. He had blonde hair, cut messily to his chin, and his eyes were a striking sea green that took in the scene and asseccesed any situation that might appear. At about six feet tall he topped most of the other market goers, giving him the additional view.
He turned into a store marked for armory and weaponry. He was there, not on business, but for his own stock, the stock of daggers that his officers did not even know about. The shopkeeper spoted him and nodded before continuing his business with the another costumer. As our handsome, young soldier looked at the cases that held the Raven Armory daggers, he observed the customer through the reflection.
She was about five feet five inches, dark-skinned and dark-haired, but her eyes were an interesting sight. They seemed to be a meduim blue but with deep brown, almost black, streaks. She was dressed in long breeches with a sleeveless dress on top. The dress had slits up to the waist to allow for maxium movement.
'So she's a fighter then.'
The aforementioned girl turned right then. She gazed at the soldier and spoke, "Yes."
He turned around and replied, "Excuse me?"
She smiled, "I said 'yes'. You were thinking that I was a fighter."
"Now's not a good time to publicize your gift B--"
"Don't say it," the girl interupted the shopkeeper. He nodded. As the soldier looked on in interest and confusion, the girl began to speak again, "All right then. I'll be back for my staff by nightfall." With that she left.
"Interesting child, isn't she?" The soldier gave a curt nod, still staring at the door. "What would you like today, Geoffery?"
"Oh. Um, just adding to my stock," he said with a smile. The rest of the day went by, and Geoff never spotted the girl till a candlemark before nightfall. True to her word she picked up her staff at the Raven Armory. As she exited the door into the dwindling market, Geoff saw that she kept an eye out for the roofs and alleyways. Like him, she kept to well-lighted places and to the center of the road.
'She knows what to watch, and where to stand. Amazing, I've only known trained persons to know that!'
"Watch it! You shouldn't stand in front of a door like that, oh. Um, sir," said the voice behind him which broke his view of the girl. It slowly softened as they realized he was a soldier. He nodded and began his trek back to the barracks.
