Random Classmate Goes Solo (for now)
You are probably wondering about what happened to Lady Christina. Well she's sick and I am feeling lovey dovey. Disclaimer-Most of the names in here aren't mine. they have been stolen from stories that I admire. Thank you. And the pocket lint thing is still in order.
1:Leaving Home
By Random Classmate
Numair walked quietly with Daine his arm wrapped around her keeping her close to himself. Her hair was tangled and knotted as was his but it didn't matter to the lovers. They walked along the road talking quietly to each other. He touched her cheek. She pulled out of his grasp. He tried to take her hand but she ran screaming. She cried to the king calling Numair a rapist and told an entire counsel of officials he seduced her using his Gift. He was shunned from society and pushed into the life of a hermit. His story followed him wherever he went. Children ran from him. Numair Salmalin, once a very popular fellow had been turned into a outcast by the woman he loved.
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Melquiades woke with a shock. She sat up in bed. Her shirt was soaked with sweat and she was breathing heavily. Her aunt called her from downstairs. She put on her skirt and tied back her long dark auburn hair. She walked calmly downstairs to see a stranger sitting at the table. He was a tall man with mane-like hair that hung down to his shoulders. He had a long nose and dark eyes that looked about nervously as he stood to meet her. He looked over her 18 year old body. As he did her aunt spoke up. "Is she what you're looking for?", her aunt inquired softly.
The man took her hand and stared at it. "Perfect..." he said lifting her hand to his lips. He kissed it gently and introduced himself as Numair Salmalin. She gasped and pulled away. He was a mage, fair powerful one at that. She had heard tales about him. They were used to frighten her as a girl. Go to sleep or Numair Salmalin will sweep you up and take you away. She couldn't believe it was actually him. He had been hiding out for many years. Through those years it was said that he had one son. Demitre was his name. He lived his entire life with his father in a small hut somewhere in Carthak. She wondered if her aunt was Numair's new lover. Or maybe he had come for her to take her away just as her aunt had said he would. She ran upstairs. She didn't want to leave! They couldn't make her! But strong hands grabbed her. They belonged to her uncle. He glared at her and told her to go downstairs and give the gentleman what ever he wanted.
"He's no gentleman. He goes to bed with younger women."she hissed angrily at her uncle. He slapped her, hard. Then shoved her step-by-step down the stairs.
"She has a bit of a temper."her aunt warned.
"I like that in a girl. So does mine son."Salmalin said smoothly,"Come on, Melquiades, we need to hurry.
She winced as her aunt slammed her luggage into her breast. "Goodbye..." she said quietly as the door closed quickly. This is going to be one long journey........ She followed the stork-like man down the path holding her luggage. This was sure to be a journey she would never forget.
End of Chapter One