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SUMMARY/AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is about a daughter of Daine and Numair named
Lanhara. Not very original, I know. But hopefully I can make the PLOT as
original as possible. ALSO- I am going to make things that are supposed to
appear in bold or italics IN CAPS unless someone could very sweetly tell me
how to get those two things onto the
website. Please review.
Strange Magic:
Daine looked at her child. She was playing happily with a wolf pup Daine had called for just that purpose. She didn't have any idea that someday she would be the greatest mage the world have ever known, with a strange magic that seemed to be a mix of wild magic and the Gift, although it was really neither. She could, for instance, talk to that wolf cub when she became old enough to talk to humans, something someone without wild magic could not do, yet she could also magically start a fire in the dry brush that grew around the place where she sat-a feat that no one without the Gift could perform. She was half a year old now, and knew absolutely nothing of her powers. Only Daine, and her husband Numair knew of this. Numair, with his special ability to see magic in people and animals, had used his power as a mage to show this vision to Daine. Daine had seen it as a great mass of crystal-colored fire that course through her daughters body and came out in her hands and her eyes, affecting everything she felt or saw. Daine guessed that the magic that flowed from her eyes would either enable her to see magic, or have the ability to see as an animal did. The magic that flowed from her hands was slightly harder to explain. One of many possibilities that Daine had discussed with Numair was that her magic would effect everything that happened to her, meaning that she could not do anything without using it. This could be good or bad, and it could be both. Daine had been afraid to use her magic when she had thought it had made her mad. If she could not stop herself from using it, she might have actually gone crazy- or worse, might even have killed herself. She could only hope her daughter's magic was nothing like this.
Daine and Numair had discussed their daughter's name for a long time after she was born. The name they decided on was one from one of Numair's lists- in this case the name of a great female mage that had been a researcher of wild magic, and had developed a spell that let her listen in when wildmages talked to animals. According to Numair, there had been much more wild magic in humans in the old times- before the human era. It had helped them to talk with the immortals that had lived then, and also had helped them to ask for help among the animals when attacked by immortals. Some of the wildmages then had been almost as powerful as Daine, and mages were eager to study them and learn their ways. Then hundreds of records were lost in the times when the immortals were imprisoned, and wild magic had been forgotten, erased from the world until Daine was born. The mage that Numair spoke of had probably known the more about wild magic than anyone, in any place or time, more then the wildmages knew themselves. She practically was a wildmage, she knew so much, and thus compared to Daine's child in that she had access to both types of magic. The mage's- and Daine's child's-name was Lanhara.
Daine was slightly afraid for her daughter. Neither of her parents had been very happy in their early lives. Daine had run from her village and joined a local pack of wolves after bandits killed her mother and grandfather, and had almost gone mad, becoming one of them, when her pony Cloud had saved her. Numair had been imprisoned by his rival mage, Ozorne, former emperor of Carthak, and had escaped to Tortall, where he changed his name and refrained from using his gift in case he was discovered by one of the emperor's mages. Now, the emperor mage was dead, and his nephew Kaddar had the throne. Daine was over her madness, and around the time when they had first met, Numair had created a spell to keep Daine from going mad again. And they had married, happily, and had a daughter. Daine resolved to keep an eye out for her and make sure she didn't get into trouble after she left and Numair's and her own care. Unless she was killed first, as her own mother had been, but she didn't want to even think about that. The experience had been horrible. But Lanhara was relatively safe here at the royal palace in Corus, the capital city of Tortall. There was not a person in the palace Daine could think of that wanted to do her or her daughter harm. She wasn't important, except as a wildmage, but she only did that to be helpful, and there was no reason why anyone would want to hurt her because of it. And then there was the fact that she'd played a part in the Immortals War, but so had everyone here. Why her? She was safe.
She didn't want her daughter to grow up. She wanted to sit there forever, watching Lanhara play with the wolf pup, with Numair at her side, thinking of-among other things-how happy she was with her daughter. But she knew that Lanhara would grow up, and it wouldn't be as bad as she thought, most likely. She had only to wait, and enjoy what little time she had.
Strange Magic:
Daine looked at her child. She was playing happily with a wolf pup Daine had called for just that purpose. She didn't have any idea that someday she would be the greatest mage the world have ever known, with a strange magic that seemed to be a mix of wild magic and the Gift, although it was really neither. She could, for instance, talk to that wolf cub when she became old enough to talk to humans, something someone without wild magic could not do, yet she could also magically start a fire in the dry brush that grew around the place where she sat-a feat that no one without the Gift could perform. She was half a year old now, and knew absolutely nothing of her powers. Only Daine, and her husband Numair knew of this. Numair, with his special ability to see magic in people and animals, had used his power as a mage to show this vision to Daine. Daine had seen it as a great mass of crystal-colored fire that course through her daughters body and came out in her hands and her eyes, affecting everything she felt or saw. Daine guessed that the magic that flowed from her eyes would either enable her to see magic, or have the ability to see as an animal did. The magic that flowed from her hands was slightly harder to explain. One of many possibilities that Daine had discussed with Numair was that her magic would effect everything that happened to her, meaning that she could not do anything without using it. This could be good or bad, and it could be both. Daine had been afraid to use her magic when she had thought it had made her mad. If she could not stop herself from using it, she might have actually gone crazy- or worse, might even have killed herself. She could only hope her daughter's magic was nothing like this.
Daine and Numair had discussed their daughter's name for a long time after she was born. The name they decided on was one from one of Numair's lists- in this case the name of a great female mage that had been a researcher of wild magic, and had developed a spell that let her listen in when wildmages talked to animals. According to Numair, there had been much more wild magic in humans in the old times- before the human era. It had helped them to talk with the immortals that had lived then, and also had helped them to ask for help among the animals when attacked by immortals. Some of the wildmages then had been almost as powerful as Daine, and mages were eager to study them and learn their ways. Then hundreds of records were lost in the times when the immortals were imprisoned, and wild magic had been forgotten, erased from the world until Daine was born. The mage that Numair spoke of had probably known the more about wild magic than anyone, in any place or time, more then the wildmages knew themselves. She practically was a wildmage, she knew so much, and thus compared to Daine's child in that she had access to both types of magic. The mage's- and Daine's child's-name was Lanhara.
Daine was slightly afraid for her daughter. Neither of her parents had been very happy in their early lives. Daine had run from her village and joined a local pack of wolves after bandits killed her mother and grandfather, and had almost gone mad, becoming one of them, when her pony Cloud had saved her. Numair had been imprisoned by his rival mage, Ozorne, former emperor of Carthak, and had escaped to Tortall, where he changed his name and refrained from using his gift in case he was discovered by one of the emperor's mages. Now, the emperor mage was dead, and his nephew Kaddar had the throne. Daine was over her madness, and around the time when they had first met, Numair had created a spell to keep Daine from going mad again. And they had married, happily, and had a daughter. Daine resolved to keep an eye out for her and make sure she didn't get into trouble after she left and Numair's and her own care. Unless she was killed first, as her own mother had been, but she didn't want to even think about that. The experience had been horrible. But Lanhara was relatively safe here at the royal palace in Corus, the capital city of Tortall. There was not a person in the palace Daine could think of that wanted to do her or her daughter harm. She wasn't important, except as a wildmage, but she only did that to be helpful, and there was no reason why anyone would want to hurt her because of it. And then there was the fact that she'd played a part in the Immortals War, but so had everyone here. Why her? She was safe.
She didn't want her daughter to grow up. She wanted to sit there forever, watching Lanhara play with the wolf pup, with Numair at her side, thinking of-among other things-how happy she was with her daughter. But she knew that Lanhara would grow up, and it wouldn't be as bad as she thought, most likely. She had only to wait, and enjoy what little time she had.