Catch a Falling Star
By Sujakata
Dedicated to: Dragon Girl, (the person who didn't give a name), Lady Sandrilene, Sandy, Lilac Blossom Fairy and banana
IMPORTANT: Sandy has suggested the name Wren for Tri's guy, if there are no other suggestions by the third chapter then Wren it is!
INFORMATION: the four have never met, but their magic is supposed to be different from everyone else's, and so their magic went out and tied themselves to each others because it was different, it will be explained in more detail, this is kind of an AU, and in this fic Briar is 18, Tris is 19, Daja is 18 and Sandry is 17. I didn't like the idea of them all being the same age.
OH! And I was thinking of maybe taking them to Tortall later on..what do you think? (just an idea, I'm not sure if ill run with it though)
Disclaimer: Tamora Peirce owns the books, all I own is a pair of socks.
Chapter One: Meeting the Sad Eyes
She could hear them, laughing, joking, and she felt an acute sense of hate towards them, snippets of her life before this would continuously flash before her eyes, but that wasn't her reality now, no, she was no longer Lady Sandralene fa Toren, the Duke of Emelan's great niece, that life was dead, she was now just Andy, the slave girl, she remembered someone close to her calling her that before she became what she was now, she couldn't remember exactly who it was, just that they had called her that. The fat man had told her she would be bought today, 'I am nothing but an object, I am nothing' this replayed itself in her mind as she sat in the cold cell, small shafts of daylight filtered through the bars on the window and sent a small amount of light, showing the girl just what kind of hell hole she was in. the jangle of keys bought her attention from her surroundings to the door.
"ah, me delicate flower, look whose come ta take a looksee at ya!" the fat man stood aside and allowed the man following behind him to stand in the door, from what Andy could see he was rich and young, maybe in his early twenties, he wore all black with a few jewels on him, but the material was made of the finest leather, 'riding clothes' her mind supplied and she could see the distinct disgust the man had for being reduced to come into the cell of a slave.
"what does she do?" even the mans voice was rich and flowing, but Andy shivered from the cold tone she detected from it 'please not him' a small remnant of her old self pleaded, but the newer side of herself couldn't care less, she couldn't care about anything, because everything she had ever cared about always got hurt, or left, or died, no..she would never care again. Andy was brought out of her musings as her chin was jerked roughly upwards and the mans grip was like iron, unyielding and cold, he titled her head to the side
"well sir, she c'n cook, an' I'm sure she'd be a good bed warmer" the fat man nudged the regal buyer who sneered in disdain
"unlike some, I don't have to take unwilling women to my bed" the fat man coughed and nodded his head in agreement,
"so will ya buy 'er?" the rich young man just sighed and nodded his head
"why not, you can never have too man salves, get her ready for travel immediately"
"right away"
and then both men left Andy, alone again and she shivered as her old self again pleaded 'please...not him'
~~
Briar groaned, he hated dedicate Crane, and he hated the green house, there were two other boys with him as well a some snotty nosed girl. All four of them sat while dedicate Crane talked on and on about the properties of this plant and about some other plant and how wonderful his greenhouse was, and how wrong dedicate Rosethorn was, it was really grinding on the thief's nerves. Running a scared hand over his bare arm the young man looked at the others around him and scoffed, all were listening avidly to what the old crone had to say, hell, he loved plants, but it was so unnatural for him to see plants inside, where they couldn't see daylight, and he was just itching to get outside and let his feet touch the dirt.
He could feel his eye twitching, and he couldn't stop it, 'I need to get out' he was now just itching to get outside, it was like a physical itch, and he really, really, really needed to scratch it, Briar was about to go insane and just run outside when the greenhouses doors were slammed open and who should walk in but dedicate Rosethorn 'just great, if its not one old biddy its two old biddys' shaking his head Briar watched as the old woman started to rag on the old guy and Briar sighed 'this is going to go on forever, might as well take this opportunity to escape' and escape he did, and undetected as well, he sighed as the sun warmed his face and he quickly took off the shoes the dedicates had made him wear as it was unsanitary, or something like that.
Briar was about to sit down to get closer to some small flowers that were growing nearby when a gravely voice startled him, and he almost let loose his throwing knives that were hidden up his sleeves,
"you, boy" he turned around slowly, making sure that he had enough time to release his knives if he had to and he almost slumped to the ground in disappointment as he saw dedicate Rosethron 'damn, and I was hopin' for a good rumble there.'
"what?"
"get over here, your coming with me,"
"where, why?"
"shut up and get a move on, were going to Summersea, to get something's for the plants, now someone before I box your ears." Briar rolled his eyes, but followed the old woman towards the gates of winding circle where he was surprised to see horses waiting for both he and dedicate Rosethorn.
~~
she could feel eyes on her, and it was disturbing, very disturbing, Tris stopped in the middle of the street and looked around herself to see if she could see anything when someone bumped into her and fell to the ground, Tris however was only knocked off balance slightly and was about to yell at whoever it was for not watching where they were going when someone beat her too it.
"Stupid girl, get up NOW!" Tris turned to the huddling girl on the ground and Tris gasped, the girl was just skin and bones, lank light brown hair that shimmered a honey colour when the sun hit it and trying to get up but was being hindered by her own rags and the rope around her neck. The man that was holding the rope lost his patience and kicked the poor girl who already cowering doubled over in pain, but quickly got to her feet. Tris was absolutely disgusted by what this man was doing to his salve. "apologise to the lady" the girl seemed to be having trouble breathing but managed to breathe out an apology, however this wasn't good enough for her master who hit her upside the head.
Tris winced and glared at the man who had his hand around his slaves neck bringing her face out from behind lank hair and Tris gasped...sad blue eyes...the man mistook the meaning of her gasp and smirked
"ugly thing isn't it? But well, a salve is a salve after all" and then Tris did the only thing her mind could think of, she slapped the man hard across the face. There was a stunned silence from those that had been watching and even Tris was shocked by her own actions, and she was acutely aware of how her hand was stinging, however then man before sniffed and with a final glance at Tris he pulled his salve away down the street. Tris stood there, unmoving and trying hard to still her beating heart, 'those eyes...what does it mean?' and she was going to continue on when she bumped in to someone else. This time however she was the one to fall back and would have been on the ground if the person hadn't gripped her wrist to keep her steady
"I am so sorry Lady Trisana Chandler, but it is wonderful to bump in to you, my name is Niklaren Goldeye, I am from Winding Circle, and I was wondering dear lady if there was somewhere we could go to talk" Tris not really knowing what to say to this man just nodded her head numbly 'how does he know my name?'
~~
Daja snorted as her mother and father pushed her back towards the market 'another day, here? Hell what's with the weird weather we've been having? First its low tied for most of the damn day and now there's a prediction of a wild storm somewhere out in the third island. It makes no sense whatsoever' kicking a stone from the path she continued on her way.
She was about to cross the intersection over to the markets when she caught sight of one of those rich nobles dragging his slave behind him by a rope around the poor girls neck, Daja's grip on her trader staff tightened, she hated salve keepers with a passion, it just wasn't natural for people to have so much power over another life like that. Shuddering she watched as the girl stumbled slightly, 'she looks to be in such bad shape' Daja's hard brown eyes softened at the sight of the girl cringing from the man as he back handed her, Daja started forwards but caught herself, 'no this isn't my business, I don't get messed up in this type of thing' and she was about to continue on when she heard the girl cry out in pain, Daja's head whipped around and watched as the man yelled at her and brought his face close to the salves, from where she was Daja could tell just how tight the man's grip was on the girls. Daja sighed again and shook her head 'no, none of my business' and that was when she saw the flash of cornflower blue eyes that shone as tears leaked from the girls eyes and she whimpered. But just as soon as the man with his salve were there they were now gone, lost amongst the many merchants selling their wares.
Daja shook her head, 'that was strange, those eyes look so familiar' but shrugging it off Daja continued on her way, missing the watching gaze of an older man wearing mages robes.
~~
Briar dragged his feet behind him as he walked slowly behind Rosethorn as she went from stall to stall, talking with the merchants and then touching the plants to get a feel of them, or something like that, he wasn't too sure, and he didn't really care 'how boring is this? Arg I goin' t' rip out m' hair soon' and he was going to start poking himself in the eyes to wake himself up when something small crashed into him, Briar scowled, if it was one thing he hated, it was when he wasn't paying attention enough to know when someone was that close to him. There was a small omf and then the person who had crashed into him was thrown to the ground. Rosethorn turned around at that moment and growled
"boy, watch what your doing" Briar mumbled something incoherent and watched as the girl on the ground looked frantically behind her, and that was when Briar caught sight of a very red in the face young bag come running in his and the girls direction. He could hear the girls frightened gasps for breath as the man came closer and Briar thought that she might of stolen something from the man.
"look girl whatver' it is jus' give it back" she shook her head
"no.I'm a salve" she rasped out, and that was when he took notice of her rags, her bruises, and her very think frame, his green eyes widened in shock and without even thinking about what he was doing he'd hefted the girl up and placed her behind him 'what the hell am I doin'?' the young red faced bag stopped and stared at Briar
"get out of my way, that's my slave" Briar watched him closely
"your slave? I don't think so, she's mine" the young man bristled
"look street rat, get out of the way before I knock you down" Briar didn't move from his spot, and he could hear the girls whimpers from behind him 'why am I doin' this?'
"street rat, ha! I am the great Briar Moss, plant mage of Winding Circle, I am here with dedicate Rosethorn, and this girl here is MY salve, Rosethron just bought her for me from that salver over there" and just as he'd thought the stupid young man turned around to search the crowds for any sign of some slave traders, and this was all Briar needed to grab the girl, sweep her up into his arms and he was off in the crowds, weaving in and out trying to get away from the man as quickly as possible.
When they were a fare ways away he stopped in a side street and placed the girl down where she collapsed to the cobblestones and breathed deeply trying to control herself.
"your ok now, he aint goin' t' hurt you," for some reason Briar felt an acute closeness to the thin slave and he knelt beside her "its ok" she shook her head and shuddered away from his touch, and pained look flashed across Briars face, it hurt him for her to be scared of him, "I won' hurt you" she looked up then and both gasped
"you have blue eyes" "you have green eyes" they both said at the same time, and then looked puzzled at the other.
"well this is fascinating" Briar stated as he sat down in front of the girl "I'm Briar" and he held out his hand, the girl hesitated before taking his hand
"I'm Andy..."
"BOY! What are you doing?" Briar groaned and buried his head in her hands and the girl in front of him gave a small smile as she watched the boy Briar cringe away from the old woman that came into the side street. Rosethorn was about to yell at Briar when she stopped dead in her tracks, 'it couldn't be...i thought they were all killed,' but there was no mistaking her, Rosethorn had met her many times, as well as her uncle
"Lady Sandrilene?"
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Sujakata: so???? What about that one??
And for all you B/S writers out there, keep writing and updating your fics, and if anyone has read any B/S fics could you please email me the names of the fics and whose written them so I can go and check them out? Thankyou. And don't forget about all those Tris fans out there and the name of the guy she's going to get with, trust me, he's going to be hell sexy!!! Ooh yeah
By Sujakata
Dedicated to: Dragon Girl, (the person who didn't give a name), Lady Sandrilene, Sandy, Lilac Blossom Fairy and banana
IMPORTANT: Sandy has suggested the name Wren for Tri's guy, if there are no other suggestions by the third chapter then Wren it is!
INFORMATION: the four have never met, but their magic is supposed to be different from everyone else's, and so their magic went out and tied themselves to each others because it was different, it will be explained in more detail, this is kind of an AU, and in this fic Briar is 18, Tris is 19, Daja is 18 and Sandry is 17. I didn't like the idea of them all being the same age.
OH! And I was thinking of maybe taking them to Tortall later on..what do you think? (just an idea, I'm not sure if ill run with it though)
Disclaimer: Tamora Peirce owns the books, all I own is a pair of socks.
Chapter One: Meeting the Sad Eyes
She could hear them, laughing, joking, and she felt an acute sense of hate towards them, snippets of her life before this would continuously flash before her eyes, but that wasn't her reality now, no, she was no longer Lady Sandralene fa Toren, the Duke of Emelan's great niece, that life was dead, she was now just Andy, the slave girl, she remembered someone close to her calling her that before she became what she was now, she couldn't remember exactly who it was, just that they had called her that. The fat man had told her she would be bought today, 'I am nothing but an object, I am nothing' this replayed itself in her mind as she sat in the cold cell, small shafts of daylight filtered through the bars on the window and sent a small amount of light, showing the girl just what kind of hell hole she was in. the jangle of keys bought her attention from her surroundings to the door.
"ah, me delicate flower, look whose come ta take a looksee at ya!" the fat man stood aside and allowed the man following behind him to stand in the door, from what Andy could see he was rich and young, maybe in his early twenties, he wore all black with a few jewels on him, but the material was made of the finest leather, 'riding clothes' her mind supplied and she could see the distinct disgust the man had for being reduced to come into the cell of a slave.
"what does she do?" even the mans voice was rich and flowing, but Andy shivered from the cold tone she detected from it 'please not him' a small remnant of her old self pleaded, but the newer side of herself couldn't care less, she couldn't care about anything, because everything she had ever cared about always got hurt, or left, or died, no..she would never care again. Andy was brought out of her musings as her chin was jerked roughly upwards and the mans grip was like iron, unyielding and cold, he titled her head to the side
"well sir, she c'n cook, an' I'm sure she'd be a good bed warmer" the fat man nudged the regal buyer who sneered in disdain
"unlike some, I don't have to take unwilling women to my bed" the fat man coughed and nodded his head in agreement,
"so will ya buy 'er?" the rich young man just sighed and nodded his head
"why not, you can never have too man salves, get her ready for travel immediately"
"right away"
and then both men left Andy, alone again and she shivered as her old self again pleaded 'please...not him'
~~
Briar groaned, he hated dedicate Crane, and he hated the green house, there were two other boys with him as well a some snotty nosed girl. All four of them sat while dedicate Crane talked on and on about the properties of this plant and about some other plant and how wonderful his greenhouse was, and how wrong dedicate Rosethorn was, it was really grinding on the thief's nerves. Running a scared hand over his bare arm the young man looked at the others around him and scoffed, all were listening avidly to what the old crone had to say, hell, he loved plants, but it was so unnatural for him to see plants inside, where they couldn't see daylight, and he was just itching to get outside and let his feet touch the dirt.
He could feel his eye twitching, and he couldn't stop it, 'I need to get out' he was now just itching to get outside, it was like a physical itch, and he really, really, really needed to scratch it, Briar was about to go insane and just run outside when the greenhouses doors were slammed open and who should walk in but dedicate Rosethorn 'just great, if its not one old biddy its two old biddys' shaking his head Briar watched as the old woman started to rag on the old guy and Briar sighed 'this is going to go on forever, might as well take this opportunity to escape' and escape he did, and undetected as well, he sighed as the sun warmed his face and he quickly took off the shoes the dedicates had made him wear as it was unsanitary, or something like that.
Briar was about to sit down to get closer to some small flowers that were growing nearby when a gravely voice startled him, and he almost let loose his throwing knives that were hidden up his sleeves,
"you, boy" he turned around slowly, making sure that he had enough time to release his knives if he had to and he almost slumped to the ground in disappointment as he saw dedicate Rosethron 'damn, and I was hopin' for a good rumble there.'
"what?"
"get over here, your coming with me,"
"where, why?"
"shut up and get a move on, were going to Summersea, to get something's for the plants, now someone before I box your ears." Briar rolled his eyes, but followed the old woman towards the gates of winding circle where he was surprised to see horses waiting for both he and dedicate Rosethorn.
~~
she could feel eyes on her, and it was disturbing, very disturbing, Tris stopped in the middle of the street and looked around herself to see if she could see anything when someone bumped into her and fell to the ground, Tris however was only knocked off balance slightly and was about to yell at whoever it was for not watching where they were going when someone beat her too it.
"Stupid girl, get up NOW!" Tris turned to the huddling girl on the ground and Tris gasped, the girl was just skin and bones, lank light brown hair that shimmered a honey colour when the sun hit it and trying to get up but was being hindered by her own rags and the rope around her neck. The man that was holding the rope lost his patience and kicked the poor girl who already cowering doubled over in pain, but quickly got to her feet. Tris was absolutely disgusted by what this man was doing to his salve. "apologise to the lady" the girl seemed to be having trouble breathing but managed to breathe out an apology, however this wasn't good enough for her master who hit her upside the head.
Tris winced and glared at the man who had his hand around his slaves neck bringing her face out from behind lank hair and Tris gasped...sad blue eyes...the man mistook the meaning of her gasp and smirked
"ugly thing isn't it? But well, a salve is a salve after all" and then Tris did the only thing her mind could think of, she slapped the man hard across the face. There was a stunned silence from those that had been watching and even Tris was shocked by her own actions, and she was acutely aware of how her hand was stinging, however then man before sniffed and with a final glance at Tris he pulled his salve away down the street. Tris stood there, unmoving and trying hard to still her beating heart, 'those eyes...what does it mean?' and she was going to continue on when she bumped in to someone else. This time however she was the one to fall back and would have been on the ground if the person hadn't gripped her wrist to keep her steady
"I am so sorry Lady Trisana Chandler, but it is wonderful to bump in to you, my name is Niklaren Goldeye, I am from Winding Circle, and I was wondering dear lady if there was somewhere we could go to talk" Tris not really knowing what to say to this man just nodded her head numbly 'how does he know my name?'
~~
Daja snorted as her mother and father pushed her back towards the market 'another day, here? Hell what's with the weird weather we've been having? First its low tied for most of the damn day and now there's a prediction of a wild storm somewhere out in the third island. It makes no sense whatsoever' kicking a stone from the path she continued on her way.
She was about to cross the intersection over to the markets when she caught sight of one of those rich nobles dragging his slave behind him by a rope around the poor girls neck, Daja's grip on her trader staff tightened, she hated salve keepers with a passion, it just wasn't natural for people to have so much power over another life like that. Shuddering she watched as the girl stumbled slightly, 'she looks to be in such bad shape' Daja's hard brown eyes softened at the sight of the girl cringing from the man as he back handed her, Daja started forwards but caught herself, 'no this isn't my business, I don't get messed up in this type of thing' and she was about to continue on when she heard the girl cry out in pain, Daja's head whipped around and watched as the man yelled at her and brought his face close to the salves, from where she was Daja could tell just how tight the man's grip was on the girls. Daja sighed again and shook her head 'no, none of my business' and that was when she saw the flash of cornflower blue eyes that shone as tears leaked from the girls eyes and she whimpered. But just as soon as the man with his salve were there they were now gone, lost amongst the many merchants selling their wares.
Daja shook her head, 'that was strange, those eyes look so familiar' but shrugging it off Daja continued on her way, missing the watching gaze of an older man wearing mages robes.
~~
Briar dragged his feet behind him as he walked slowly behind Rosethorn as she went from stall to stall, talking with the merchants and then touching the plants to get a feel of them, or something like that, he wasn't too sure, and he didn't really care 'how boring is this? Arg I goin' t' rip out m' hair soon' and he was going to start poking himself in the eyes to wake himself up when something small crashed into him, Briar scowled, if it was one thing he hated, it was when he wasn't paying attention enough to know when someone was that close to him. There was a small omf and then the person who had crashed into him was thrown to the ground. Rosethorn turned around at that moment and growled
"boy, watch what your doing" Briar mumbled something incoherent and watched as the girl on the ground looked frantically behind her, and that was when Briar caught sight of a very red in the face young bag come running in his and the girls direction. He could hear the girls frightened gasps for breath as the man came closer and Briar thought that she might of stolen something from the man.
"look girl whatver' it is jus' give it back" she shook her head
"no.I'm a salve" she rasped out, and that was when he took notice of her rags, her bruises, and her very think frame, his green eyes widened in shock and without even thinking about what he was doing he'd hefted the girl up and placed her behind him 'what the hell am I doin'?' the young red faced bag stopped and stared at Briar
"get out of my way, that's my slave" Briar watched him closely
"your slave? I don't think so, she's mine" the young man bristled
"look street rat, get out of the way before I knock you down" Briar didn't move from his spot, and he could hear the girls whimpers from behind him 'why am I doin' this?'
"street rat, ha! I am the great Briar Moss, plant mage of Winding Circle, I am here with dedicate Rosethorn, and this girl here is MY salve, Rosethron just bought her for me from that salver over there" and just as he'd thought the stupid young man turned around to search the crowds for any sign of some slave traders, and this was all Briar needed to grab the girl, sweep her up into his arms and he was off in the crowds, weaving in and out trying to get away from the man as quickly as possible.
When they were a fare ways away he stopped in a side street and placed the girl down where she collapsed to the cobblestones and breathed deeply trying to control herself.
"your ok now, he aint goin' t' hurt you," for some reason Briar felt an acute closeness to the thin slave and he knelt beside her "its ok" she shook her head and shuddered away from his touch, and pained look flashed across Briars face, it hurt him for her to be scared of him, "I won' hurt you" she looked up then and both gasped
"you have blue eyes" "you have green eyes" they both said at the same time, and then looked puzzled at the other.
"well this is fascinating" Briar stated as he sat down in front of the girl "I'm Briar" and he held out his hand, the girl hesitated before taking his hand
"I'm Andy..."
"BOY! What are you doing?" Briar groaned and buried his head in her hands and the girl in front of him gave a small smile as she watched the boy Briar cringe away from the old woman that came into the side street. Rosethorn was about to yell at Briar when she stopped dead in her tracks, 'it couldn't be...i thought they were all killed,' but there was no mistaking her, Rosethorn had met her many times, as well as her uncle
"Lady Sandrilene?"
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Sujakata: so???? What about that one??
And for all you B/S writers out there, keep writing and updating your fics, and if anyone has read any B/S fics could you please email me the names of the fics and whose written them so I can go and check them out? Thankyou. And don't forget about all those Tris fans out there and the name of the guy she's going to get with, trust me, he's going to be hell sexy!!! Ooh yeah