Angel Of The Storms: New fic!!! This is a completely changed version of
circle of magic. Tris is out for blood. Briars close to death. Daja dies,
or does she? Sandry after months of being locked up finally cracks. She
starts to hear voices calling to her. The reason for all this? Niko wasn't
there to do anything.
Disclaimer Guy: Angel Of The Storms would like me to tell you that she's a wimp and hates the world.
Angel Of The Storms: HEY!!! That's not what I told you to say!! Get here now!!! *picks up folding chair and starts to run after Disclaimer Guy*
Disclaimer Guy: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She's going to hurt me!!! HELP!!! *Angel pounces and strikes*
Rain: *Walks on and shakes her head at Angel Of The Storms beating up the Disclaimer Guy* Angel created me and you'll here from me later. In the meantime although Angel would like to own the characters she doesn't they belong to Tamora Pierce. *Glances over to see Angel Of The Storms viciously beating up the Disclaimer Guy. Winces* Lay off him Angel!!
Angel Of The Storms: NO!!!! NO!!! *She screams as she is carted off by people in white coats to a nice padded cell* I'll be back!!!
*Disclaimer Guy crawls away rather pathetically. Rain shakes her head*
Rain: Our past creates our future. You'll do well to remember that.
A Twisted Fate
Trisana Chandler had enough. They were not going to get rid of her. Not again!! She'd had enough of it. She was sitting outside Honoured Dedicate Wrenswing's office. The door was slightly open. She could here a mans voice. She could also here Wrenswing arguing and saying that it was best for him to take her to another temple. The Winding Circle.
The man was saying things like, "Send her later in the spring when the trade caravans leave of Emelan." The voice was light but annoyed. "I'm on very special business these days. The girl would only get in my way."
"We can't keep her here. Her parents swore that she was tested for magic. But-" The Honoured Dedicate voice trailed off. Then continued, "I don't know if she's possessed by a spirit, or part elemental or carrying a ghost, to be able to cause such a uproar and I don't care!! She cannot stay here Winding Circle has opened minded dedicates who will be able to look after such a special case as her."
Tris didn't want to hear anymore. She felt sick. Spirit, elemental or ghost burdened was she? What would happen to her now? Some people learned to manages things like her, others just got of rid of her. Like they were doing now. She swayed feeling ill and then clenched her fists. Hard. She was sick of it!! Sick of being discussed, sick of not being helped! Whatever was wrong with her whatever was so undesirable. This was not her fault!
Suddenly there was a loud crack. A bolt of lightening hit the cook's parlour. It went up in smoke. So did the neighbouring buildings.
The honoured Dedicates door swung open. Wrenswing and Niko walked out to see what had happened to the girl they'd been talking about. They got a shock.
Nobody was there.
Viper, Weevil, Dancer, Alleycat, Slug, Cheater and Turtle. They were all part of Roach's gang. They were all going to get the mines or the docks they wouldn't last long there. To think this was all Slug's fault!!
He glanced around there were a few bag's there. Come to jeer at them no doubt. He didn't want to think about his friends or what would happen to them in the mines, he really didn't want to think about that. He though instead of the moss that had grown in the cell they'd put him in. In the corner by the window. Made a brilliant pillow. He thought about this for a while.
Then it was his turn.
Roach was hauled in front of the guards and dropped. His hands were bound. They slammed his hands down on the desk the two X's there were now visible. He let out a feral growl. The judge didn't even look at him. She just glanced at his hands and said in a bored voice.
"Docks." She said with a yawn. Roach was dragged into a separate pen from Viper, Weevil, Cheater and Slug. The docks. He was dead. No one lasted more than two years there. It was hard labour.
Roach was only ten. To think he'd probably never even live to be twelve.
Daja Kisubo was floating on all that remained of her family's ship. She looked around seeing their bodies floating in the debris. She almost felt like crying. She was the only one to survive the ship killer storm that had made them crash.
Her skin looked so white that she looked like a ghost. It was from the sea salt. She brushed it off. The sun blazed ahead of her. He throat was dry and she was hungry. If she didn't get something to drink soon she'd get so dry she'd die.
She looked around the wreckage again and saw a suraku a survival box. It was floating away from her. NO!! She thought to herself I can't let this happen I'm a black trader I can do this!
It continued to float. "No!" She cried, "No!! Come here! I, I order you!" Daja called tears running down her cheeks. She stretched her hand out beckoning it to come towards her. She almost laughed! It was a box why would it come to her? It did though. When it finally drifted towards her she was half laughing and half crying. It must be a hallucination she thought I must have imagined it was floating away from me when really it was floating towards me.
The suraku lasted for three days. On the fourth day Daja was dehydrated and fast losing her grip on reality. She was so tired that she failed to notice the change in the currents. A dangerous change.
When the currents pulled her under. She was too tired to fight it. She just lost consciousness.
Lady Sandrilene fa Toren watched the near empty oil lamp start to lose it's light. I'm already going mad, she thought, being alone in the dark would push me over the edge. She watched the light waver.
"No! I have to do something!" She cried into the ever-closer darkness.
It got darker. Sandry was thinking of ways to hold the light. Like the Traders did! Like Prisi had told her long before when her parents had been alive and she hadn't have been locked in the room. Suddenly a voice disturbed her.
"Sandrilene."
Her head whipped towards the door.
"Sandrilene. Where are you?"
It was a girls voice about as young as herself. The voice had a steel edge to it though.
"They're coming Sandrilene the mages are coming. They'll get you. I heard them talking."
Sandry started to rock.
"Where are you? Tell me and I'll save you." The voice said in the same calm cold voice.
Still Sandry had no reply.
"I will get the mage away from you. None of the others though. I'll come for you."
Sandry started looking around the room. This is it she thought I've finally gone mad. They're coming for me the voices of madness are coming.
"I'll come for you." That was the last thing the voice said then it went.
When the rescuers came in the next few days. Sandry couldn't see them. Trapped inside her own mind all she could do was dwell on what the voice had said. It would come for her.
It would come.
It would.
Rain: Angel's still in her padded cell so why don't you review the story and I'll tell her? It might get her out of her mental state.
Disclaimer Guy: Angel Of The Storms would like me to tell you that she's a wimp and hates the world.
Angel Of The Storms: HEY!!! That's not what I told you to say!! Get here now!!! *picks up folding chair and starts to run after Disclaimer Guy*
Disclaimer Guy: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She's going to hurt me!!! HELP!!! *Angel pounces and strikes*
Rain: *Walks on and shakes her head at Angel Of The Storms beating up the Disclaimer Guy* Angel created me and you'll here from me later. In the meantime although Angel would like to own the characters she doesn't they belong to Tamora Pierce. *Glances over to see Angel Of The Storms viciously beating up the Disclaimer Guy. Winces* Lay off him Angel!!
Angel Of The Storms: NO!!!! NO!!! *She screams as she is carted off by people in white coats to a nice padded cell* I'll be back!!!
*Disclaimer Guy crawls away rather pathetically. Rain shakes her head*
Rain: Our past creates our future. You'll do well to remember that.
A Twisted Fate
Trisana Chandler had enough. They were not going to get rid of her. Not again!! She'd had enough of it. She was sitting outside Honoured Dedicate Wrenswing's office. The door was slightly open. She could here a mans voice. She could also here Wrenswing arguing and saying that it was best for him to take her to another temple. The Winding Circle.
The man was saying things like, "Send her later in the spring when the trade caravans leave of Emelan." The voice was light but annoyed. "I'm on very special business these days. The girl would only get in my way."
"We can't keep her here. Her parents swore that she was tested for magic. But-" The Honoured Dedicate voice trailed off. Then continued, "I don't know if she's possessed by a spirit, or part elemental or carrying a ghost, to be able to cause such a uproar and I don't care!! She cannot stay here Winding Circle has opened minded dedicates who will be able to look after such a special case as her."
Tris didn't want to hear anymore. She felt sick. Spirit, elemental or ghost burdened was she? What would happen to her now? Some people learned to manages things like her, others just got of rid of her. Like they were doing now. She swayed feeling ill and then clenched her fists. Hard. She was sick of it!! Sick of being discussed, sick of not being helped! Whatever was wrong with her whatever was so undesirable. This was not her fault!
Suddenly there was a loud crack. A bolt of lightening hit the cook's parlour. It went up in smoke. So did the neighbouring buildings.
The honoured Dedicates door swung open. Wrenswing and Niko walked out to see what had happened to the girl they'd been talking about. They got a shock.
Nobody was there.
Viper, Weevil, Dancer, Alleycat, Slug, Cheater and Turtle. They were all part of Roach's gang. They were all going to get the mines or the docks they wouldn't last long there. To think this was all Slug's fault!!
He glanced around there were a few bag's there. Come to jeer at them no doubt. He didn't want to think about his friends or what would happen to them in the mines, he really didn't want to think about that. He though instead of the moss that had grown in the cell they'd put him in. In the corner by the window. Made a brilliant pillow. He thought about this for a while.
Then it was his turn.
Roach was hauled in front of the guards and dropped. His hands were bound. They slammed his hands down on the desk the two X's there were now visible. He let out a feral growl. The judge didn't even look at him. She just glanced at his hands and said in a bored voice.
"Docks." She said with a yawn. Roach was dragged into a separate pen from Viper, Weevil, Cheater and Slug. The docks. He was dead. No one lasted more than two years there. It was hard labour.
Roach was only ten. To think he'd probably never even live to be twelve.
Daja Kisubo was floating on all that remained of her family's ship. She looked around seeing their bodies floating in the debris. She almost felt like crying. She was the only one to survive the ship killer storm that had made them crash.
Her skin looked so white that she looked like a ghost. It was from the sea salt. She brushed it off. The sun blazed ahead of her. He throat was dry and she was hungry. If she didn't get something to drink soon she'd get so dry she'd die.
She looked around the wreckage again and saw a suraku a survival box. It was floating away from her. NO!! She thought to herself I can't let this happen I'm a black trader I can do this!
It continued to float. "No!" She cried, "No!! Come here! I, I order you!" Daja called tears running down her cheeks. She stretched her hand out beckoning it to come towards her. She almost laughed! It was a box why would it come to her? It did though. When it finally drifted towards her she was half laughing and half crying. It must be a hallucination she thought I must have imagined it was floating away from me when really it was floating towards me.
The suraku lasted for three days. On the fourth day Daja was dehydrated and fast losing her grip on reality. She was so tired that she failed to notice the change in the currents. A dangerous change.
When the currents pulled her under. She was too tired to fight it. She just lost consciousness.
Lady Sandrilene fa Toren watched the near empty oil lamp start to lose it's light. I'm already going mad, she thought, being alone in the dark would push me over the edge. She watched the light waver.
"No! I have to do something!" She cried into the ever-closer darkness.
It got darker. Sandry was thinking of ways to hold the light. Like the Traders did! Like Prisi had told her long before when her parents had been alive and she hadn't have been locked in the room. Suddenly a voice disturbed her.
"Sandrilene."
Her head whipped towards the door.
"Sandrilene. Where are you?"
It was a girls voice about as young as herself. The voice had a steel edge to it though.
"They're coming Sandrilene the mages are coming. They'll get you. I heard them talking."
Sandry started to rock.
"Where are you? Tell me and I'll save you." The voice said in the same calm cold voice.
Still Sandry had no reply.
"I will get the mage away from you. None of the others though. I'll come for you."
Sandry started looking around the room. This is it she thought I've finally gone mad. They're coming for me the voices of madness are coming.
"I'll come for you." That was the last thing the voice said then it went.
When the rescuers came in the next few days. Sandry couldn't see them. Trapped inside her own mind all she could do was dwell on what the voice had said. It would come for her.
It would come.
It would.
Rain: Angel's still in her padded cell so why don't you review the story and I'll tell her? It might get her out of her mental state.