A/N I'm basing one of my new characters on someone I know. Well, three
somebodies, actually. I used Bridget's first name, Kirby's last name (as
the fief) and Carla's looks. Please don't get mad at me, peoples.
Disclaimer: Characters you recognise belong to TP. Bridget? Well, Bridget, Kirby and Carla own themselves, but I own the mushed together version
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Bridget ran to the girl who had collapsed near the fireplace. All traces of the sparkling amethyst fire that had filled her was now gone, and her final words before she blacked out echoed in Bridget's head. "He's gone. Jonathon is gone." But she could not ponder that now.
Everyone knew about Alanna of Trebond, and her mysterious injuries. Bridget had even been in the same room as her when something broke her arm. But no one had ever mentioned magic of any sort before.
Bridget knelt beside the unconscious girl and felt her forehead, investigating with her healing Gift. Alanna was hot to touch, far hotter than she could have been naturally, but cooling fast. Bridget examined her further, and found something she could only describe as ugly and black. It was deep inside, in Alanna's inner self, but it hadn't taken hold yet. Bridget burnt it away.
Just then, the door opened and Nurse Angela walked calmly in. "What's she gone and done to herself now?" questioned the woman. She talked like she almost believed Alanna had done this to herself!
"What do you mean, 'What has she done to herself'? Alanna was attacked by magic, magic she /obviously/ had no control over." Bridget stated coldly.
"Popycock. She's done this before. All she wants is an excuse -"
"What is going on here?" asked a calm and powerful voice. "Who saw what happened? Bridget of Summerell?"
Bridget should have stood and curtseyed to the First Daughter, but she felt it more important to be here by Alanna, in case she woke. "Everyone was doing their needlework in this room. Alanna of Trebond was sitting there," Bridget pointed to the now vacant chair. "When suddenly the air in front of her started shimmering, sort of purple, making a line between her and the fire. She got up, but it didn't really look like she wanted to, you know what I mean? Like part of her was doing something the other half didn't want to. Anyway, she knelt before the fire, which had turned purple from the magic, and put her hands in the fire. It was like the fire flowed into her, and she turned violet. I think it was then that she screamed. No one could go near her, they would have burned to death. She managed to break the hold the fire had on her and moved away from it. Then she just - stood there. But it was like she was empty, like her soul was somewhere else. She was like that for I don't know how long, and then she just came out of it. The purple colour left her, and she spoke, and then she fainted."
"What did she say?" asked the First Daughter. Gently she added, "It could be important."
"Just two sentences; 'He's gone. Jonathon is gone.' I don't know who Jonathon is though."
"Mother Charmaine, this is just silly," protested Nurse Angela. "Alanna of Trebond dose these things to herself, doubtless she just thought to give us a scare, and went a bit too far. She'll wake up in no time."
The First Daughter looked at Nurse Angela. "Did /you/ see what happened?"
"Well, no, but I-"
"So how is it that you are so sure of what happened?"
Nurse Angela turned red and mumbled something under her breath, but the First Daughter took no notice.
"Dose anyone else who saw it have anything else to add?" asked the First Daughter,
"Well, the magic was violet coloured, the same colour as Alanna's Gift," commented a girl with midnight black hair. "And what ever it was, it wasn't a planned spell. I'm almost sure it was the kind great mage's make up on the spot."
"In that case we'd best take her to the Mithran healers. They might be able to better grasp what has happened." The First Daughter scooped Alanna up in her arms - she was a lot stronger than she looked - and beckoned to Bridget and the girl with the midnight hair. "You two should come with me - we might need you to explain to the Mithran's what happened."
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Three days latter, Alanna still hadn't woken up. It was like she was in a coma, and the Mithran healers deemed it too dangerous to leave her alone, in case she stopped breathing. If no one was near by when that happened, the patient died in a few minutes. (A/N I'm putting this in here so people will read it. Please read the top and bottom Authors Notes, okay? Otherwise, what's the point of writing them? And I talk about stuff of importance, so there.) So because they were training as healers and had no other duties except for classes, Bridget and the girl with the black hair - whose name turned out to be Paula of K'taina - got that duty most of the time.
Paula was reading a book at Alanna's bedside, listening to her steady breathing, when Bridget burst through the door.
"There's a messenger from Corus in the courtyard! The Mithran Healers sent me to get you right away." She told Paula.
"Why? What have we got to do with it?" asked Paula.
"I don't know, but come on!"
"What about Alanna?"
"James is coming. There he is. Hurry up James!" she called behind her, and the two girls ran off.
In the courtyard, they found the messenger, the Head Mithrans and the First Daughter. The First Daughter beckoned to the two girls. "Girls, do you know what happened in Corus three days ago at the exact moment Alanna was attacked?" she asked.
Bridget and Paula shook their heads.
"His Highness Prince Jonathon died of the sweating sickness." She let that sink in before asking, "What was it that Alanna said before she collapsed?"
"He's gone. Jonathon is gone." Bridget replied. It had been echoing through her mind for days, and all of a sudden it made sense. "So... Alanna /knew/ when Prince Jonathon died? How?"
"That's a question we'd all like an answer to, I think."
Bridget and Paula walked slowly back up to the room, discussing how Alanna could have known the Prince died. Maybe it /had/ just been coincidence, but that didn't seem very likely.
They were continuing their conversation in the room, when there was a small groan from the bed. Both girls spun immediately to see Alanna's eyes flutter open as she struggled to sit up.
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Alanna felt... grey. Weary. It was an effort just to open her eyes, but she made herself do it. Standing in the room with her were two blurry figures that were slowly becoming clearer. They heard her trying to move and hurried over. They were both girls about her age. The taller of the two had white blonde hair and very pale skin. Her eyes were green brown (A/N Carla describes them as "scum coloured". See A/N at top of page) and she was very slim and skinny. /Rather like a stick,/ thought Alanna, /tall and thin and pale/. The other had light brown skin, probably from a southern fief where some Bazhir had mixed into the bloodline, with midnight black hair. What was startling was her very bright blue eyes.
"Wha... what's happening?" murmured Alanna as the two girls helped her to sit up against some pillows.
"It's okay, Alanna. Your in the healers wing at the Mithran Cloisters." Said the dark haired one.
"Who are you? I - I don't remember your names."
"I'm Bridget of Summerel, and this is Paula of K'taina." Said the blonde girl. "We've been looking after you mostly because everyone else had duties. You've been asleep for three days, by the way." Remembering what she was supposed to do when Alanna woke up, she asked, "Can you tell me your name?"
"Alanna of Trebond."
"Very good, and how old are you?"
"Eleven."
"Okay then, you know who you are. That's good." Bridget paused for a second. "Do you remember what happened in the needlework room?"
"Mostly, yes." Taking sips of water from the glass Paula had poured for her, she explained what happened as it came back to her.
"The boy on the edge, the one who disappeared, do you know who he was?" asked Paula.
"Not really. His name was Jonathon, and I /felt/ like I knew him, but I sure I've never seen him in my life."
Paula and Bridget looked at each other. "What aren't you telling me?" asked Alanna, looking from one to the other.
Bridget said slowly, "This morning a messenger came from Corus. The day you were - when you went to the Edge, at that exact moment, Prince Jonathon died of a magical fever called the Sweating Sickness."
"You mean - Prince Jonathon is dead?" This was not at all something Alanna had expected. Baffled, she asked the first question to come to mind. "Who is the new heir?"
"Duke Roger of Conte, the King's nephew. He's a sorcerer, in Carthak at the moment, but they're sending for him as soon as possible. But even Roger of Conte can't be here in less than a month." Said Paula.
"After him, it's just third and fourth cousins. It'll be a civil war if he dies without an heir."
Just then a Daughter came in to relive the girls so they could get lunch, but stopped in her tracks when she saw Alanna sitting up. "Oh, thank the Goddess, you're awake!" and she ran downstairs to find the First Daughter.
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A/N: There. I've been working on that almost every day since I posted the last chapter, so you can't tell me I'm slack. Speaking of slack authors *glares at everyone on our favourite stories list* some of you haven't updated in like four months! I mean come on, even I'm not that bad! Actually, you know who the slackest author of them all is? JK Rowling. I started reading TP in mid 2000, and since then, she's published about six new ones. But I started reading Harry Potter a few months after that, just after the fourth one came out, and she hasn't put out one since then! And have you noticed how #5 is coming out with the movie, in Feb, in March, in August, etc? and it /still/ isn't out.
Anyway, enough ranting. Dose anyone know what bit I should do next? I dunno. If you tell me what bit, I'll get the next chap up sooner. If not, well you'll have to wait quite a while.
Random word of the day: Nah, couldn't be bothered. You don't have to put that in your review. For those who were wondering, Adaminaby is a tiny town in the Snowy Mountains, Australia. It's near where I live, and has a population of about 1000. It's still bigger than my town though.
Thanx to:
Punkpixie87: Wow! Thanks heaps! And I love it when people review all the chapters. What did you think of The Path of Hope?
Serotonin: Yeah, it is a bit freaky.
Demented-dreamer: You're right, the world will be plunged into darkness. I'm not sure when but.
Amethyst Eyes: Sorry! Baird! I just always said it to myself as Barid, and I didn't think to check. I'll remember nextime. K?
Keita: I'm honoured! I decided to say I kill Jon so people like you might read it. Obviously it worked. Another really good Convent fic is the Seat of the Magpie by Kalle. I love that one, but she hasn't updated in forever!
Devilkitti8: Actually I'm Scorpio. I'll have to read it, but I keep forgetting to.
Nessa'fur: Guess what? I found your review just before I wrote the last bit of this and now I'm gonna update. So you better update soon. K? And thanks for putting us on your list! I am thinking he might kill them. Maybe that could be the next chapter?
Now I'm gonna advertise the Path of Hope again. For details, please see the previous chapter. You know you want it, really you do! And we've only had one reply so far.
Guess what! It's my birthday on Sunday! I'll be 15!!! That feels OLD! We're going shopping in Canberra on Saturday, and it's going to be fun!
Anyway, I'll give you a break from me now and post. Review!!!!! It can be my birthday present.
~Toodles!!!
Oh, one more thing, has anyone out there ever done the rock eisteddfod? Can you tell me what they were like? Cos I'm kinda obsessed!
Disclaimer: Characters you recognise belong to TP. Bridget? Well, Bridget, Kirby and Carla own themselves, but I own the mushed together version
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Bridget ran to the girl who had collapsed near the fireplace. All traces of the sparkling amethyst fire that had filled her was now gone, and her final words before she blacked out echoed in Bridget's head. "He's gone. Jonathon is gone." But she could not ponder that now.
Everyone knew about Alanna of Trebond, and her mysterious injuries. Bridget had even been in the same room as her when something broke her arm. But no one had ever mentioned magic of any sort before.
Bridget knelt beside the unconscious girl and felt her forehead, investigating with her healing Gift. Alanna was hot to touch, far hotter than she could have been naturally, but cooling fast. Bridget examined her further, and found something she could only describe as ugly and black. It was deep inside, in Alanna's inner self, but it hadn't taken hold yet. Bridget burnt it away.
Just then, the door opened and Nurse Angela walked calmly in. "What's she gone and done to herself now?" questioned the woman. She talked like she almost believed Alanna had done this to herself!
"What do you mean, 'What has she done to herself'? Alanna was attacked by magic, magic she /obviously/ had no control over." Bridget stated coldly.
"Popycock. She's done this before. All she wants is an excuse -"
"What is going on here?" asked a calm and powerful voice. "Who saw what happened? Bridget of Summerell?"
Bridget should have stood and curtseyed to the First Daughter, but she felt it more important to be here by Alanna, in case she woke. "Everyone was doing their needlework in this room. Alanna of Trebond was sitting there," Bridget pointed to the now vacant chair. "When suddenly the air in front of her started shimmering, sort of purple, making a line between her and the fire. She got up, but it didn't really look like she wanted to, you know what I mean? Like part of her was doing something the other half didn't want to. Anyway, she knelt before the fire, which had turned purple from the magic, and put her hands in the fire. It was like the fire flowed into her, and she turned violet. I think it was then that she screamed. No one could go near her, they would have burned to death. She managed to break the hold the fire had on her and moved away from it. Then she just - stood there. But it was like she was empty, like her soul was somewhere else. She was like that for I don't know how long, and then she just came out of it. The purple colour left her, and she spoke, and then she fainted."
"What did she say?" asked the First Daughter. Gently she added, "It could be important."
"Just two sentences; 'He's gone. Jonathon is gone.' I don't know who Jonathon is though."
"Mother Charmaine, this is just silly," protested Nurse Angela. "Alanna of Trebond dose these things to herself, doubtless she just thought to give us a scare, and went a bit too far. She'll wake up in no time."
The First Daughter looked at Nurse Angela. "Did /you/ see what happened?"
"Well, no, but I-"
"So how is it that you are so sure of what happened?"
Nurse Angela turned red and mumbled something under her breath, but the First Daughter took no notice.
"Dose anyone else who saw it have anything else to add?" asked the First Daughter,
"Well, the magic was violet coloured, the same colour as Alanna's Gift," commented a girl with midnight black hair. "And what ever it was, it wasn't a planned spell. I'm almost sure it was the kind great mage's make up on the spot."
"In that case we'd best take her to the Mithran healers. They might be able to better grasp what has happened." The First Daughter scooped Alanna up in her arms - she was a lot stronger than she looked - and beckoned to Bridget and the girl with the midnight hair. "You two should come with me - we might need you to explain to the Mithran's what happened."
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Three days latter, Alanna still hadn't woken up. It was like she was in a coma, and the Mithran healers deemed it too dangerous to leave her alone, in case she stopped breathing. If no one was near by when that happened, the patient died in a few minutes. (A/N I'm putting this in here so people will read it. Please read the top and bottom Authors Notes, okay? Otherwise, what's the point of writing them? And I talk about stuff of importance, so there.) So because they were training as healers and had no other duties except for classes, Bridget and the girl with the black hair - whose name turned out to be Paula of K'taina - got that duty most of the time.
Paula was reading a book at Alanna's bedside, listening to her steady breathing, when Bridget burst through the door.
"There's a messenger from Corus in the courtyard! The Mithran Healers sent me to get you right away." She told Paula.
"Why? What have we got to do with it?" asked Paula.
"I don't know, but come on!"
"What about Alanna?"
"James is coming. There he is. Hurry up James!" she called behind her, and the two girls ran off.
In the courtyard, they found the messenger, the Head Mithrans and the First Daughter. The First Daughter beckoned to the two girls. "Girls, do you know what happened in Corus three days ago at the exact moment Alanna was attacked?" she asked.
Bridget and Paula shook their heads.
"His Highness Prince Jonathon died of the sweating sickness." She let that sink in before asking, "What was it that Alanna said before she collapsed?"
"He's gone. Jonathon is gone." Bridget replied. It had been echoing through her mind for days, and all of a sudden it made sense. "So... Alanna /knew/ when Prince Jonathon died? How?"
"That's a question we'd all like an answer to, I think."
Bridget and Paula walked slowly back up to the room, discussing how Alanna could have known the Prince died. Maybe it /had/ just been coincidence, but that didn't seem very likely.
They were continuing their conversation in the room, when there was a small groan from the bed. Both girls spun immediately to see Alanna's eyes flutter open as she struggled to sit up.
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Alanna felt... grey. Weary. It was an effort just to open her eyes, but she made herself do it. Standing in the room with her were two blurry figures that were slowly becoming clearer. They heard her trying to move and hurried over. They were both girls about her age. The taller of the two had white blonde hair and very pale skin. Her eyes were green brown (A/N Carla describes them as "scum coloured". See A/N at top of page) and she was very slim and skinny. /Rather like a stick,/ thought Alanna, /tall and thin and pale/. The other had light brown skin, probably from a southern fief where some Bazhir had mixed into the bloodline, with midnight black hair. What was startling was her very bright blue eyes.
"Wha... what's happening?" murmured Alanna as the two girls helped her to sit up against some pillows.
"It's okay, Alanna. Your in the healers wing at the Mithran Cloisters." Said the dark haired one.
"Who are you? I - I don't remember your names."
"I'm Bridget of Summerel, and this is Paula of K'taina." Said the blonde girl. "We've been looking after you mostly because everyone else had duties. You've been asleep for three days, by the way." Remembering what she was supposed to do when Alanna woke up, she asked, "Can you tell me your name?"
"Alanna of Trebond."
"Very good, and how old are you?"
"Eleven."
"Okay then, you know who you are. That's good." Bridget paused for a second. "Do you remember what happened in the needlework room?"
"Mostly, yes." Taking sips of water from the glass Paula had poured for her, she explained what happened as it came back to her.
"The boy on the edge, the one who disappeared, do you know who he was?" asked Paula.
"Not really. His name was Jonathon, and I /felt/ like I knew him, but I sure I've never seen him in my life."
Paula and Bridget looked at each other. "What aren't you telling me?" asked Alanna, looking from one to the other.
Bridget said slowly, "This morning a messenger came from Corus. The day you were - when you went to the Edge, at that exact moment, Prince Jonathon died of a magical fever called the Sweating Sickness."
"You mean - Prince Jonathon is dead?" This was not at all something Alanna had expected. Baffled, she asked the first question to come to mind. "Who is the new heir?"
"Duke Roger of Conte, the King's nephew. He's a sorcerer, in Carthak at the moment, but they're sending for him as soon as possible. But even Roger of Conte can't be here in less than a month." Said Paula.
"After him, it's just third and fourth cousins. It'll be a civil war if he dies without an heir."
Just then a Daughter came in to relive the girls so they could get lunch, but stopped in her tracks when she saw Alanna sitting up. "Oh, thank the Goddess, you're awake!" and she ran downstairs to find the First Daughter.
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A/N: There. I've been working on that almost every day since I posted the last chapter, so you can't tell me I'm slack. Speaking of slack authors *glares at everyone on our favourite stories list* some of you haven't updated in like four months! I mean come on, even I'm not that bad! Actually, you know who the slackest author of them all is? JK Rowling. I started reading TP in mid 2000, and since then, she's published about six new ones. But I started reading Harry Potter a few months after that, just after the fourth one came out, and she hasn't put out one since then! And have you noticed how #5 is coming out with the movie, in Feb, in March, in August, etc? and it /still/ isn't out.
Anyway, enough ranting. Dose anyone know what bit I should do next? I dunno. If you tell me what bit, I'll get the next chap up sooner. If not, well you'll have to wait quite a while.
Random word of the day: Nah, couldn't be bothered. You don't have to put that in your review. For those who were wondering, Adaminaby is a tiny town in the Snowy Mountains, Australia. It's near where I live, and has a population of about 1000. It's still bigger than my town though.
Thanx to:
Punkpixie87: Wow! Thanks heaps! And I love it when people review all the chapters. What did you think of The Path of Hope?
Serotonin: Yeah, it is a bit freaky.
Demented-dreamer: You're right, the world will be plunged into darkness. I'm not sure when but.
Amethyst Eyes: Sorry! Baird! I just always said it to myself as Barid, and I didn't think to check. I'll remember nextime. K?
Keita: I'm honoured! I decided to say I kill Jon so people like you might read it. Obviously it worked. Another really good Convent fic is the Seat of the Magpie by Kalle. I love that one, but she hasn't updated in forever!
Devilkitti8: Actually I'm Scorpio. I'll have to read it, but I keep forgetting to.
Nessa'fur: Guess what? I found your review just before I wrote the last bit of this and now I'm gonna update. So you better update soon. K? And thanks for putting us on your list! I am thinking he might kill them. Maybe that could be the next chapter?
Now I'm gonna advertise the Path of Hope again. For details, please see the previous chapter. You know you want it, really you do! And we've only had one reply so far.
Guess what! It's my birthday on Sunday! I'll be 15!!! That feels OLD! We're going shopping in Canberra on Saturday, and it's going to be fun!
Anyway, I'll give you a break from me now and post. Review!!!!! It can be my birthday present.
~Toodles!!!
Oh, one more thing, has anyone out there ever done the rock eisteddfod? Can you tell me what they were like? Cos I'm kinda obsessed!