Ok, so here is were the story begins to come together. And for all you
fans who have been asking, where is all the Daine/Numair stuff, BE PATIENT.
Hehe. Anyway, Justice has been hiding a secret. What could it be. Read
and find out!
Karigan
Complications
By: Karigan
Chapter 12
'Deafening Silence'
Daine lay in her bed early into the evening. She was just too tired to stand anymore today. She cuddled into the blankets and curled up on her side. 'Boy is it cold.' She leaned up, closed the rafters to the window, and rolled over again, facing away from them. 'I hope Numair gets here soon, he's always nice and warm.' That thought alone warmed her up a bit. She sighed; she was too tired to play games tonight. This week had been positively miserable. She just could not seem to get enough sleep.
She stared into the dark room and tried to stop shivering from the cold. It seemed to be seeping into her entire body. She could feel it from the tips of her toes, to the back of her neck. She heard a creek behind her and she shifted to see what furry creature had decided to join her tonight.
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"It has been three weeks Jon! We cannot possibly keep that child caged up any longer!"
"Then what do you suggest Numair? I have had all my spies and guards looking for this man, including George. He has not stirred in the last two weeks. He is waiting for US to make the move. The moment we let her out is the moment that he can control her again. You said it yourself; there is not a mage in the Northern Lands that can take off those bands. Not without knowing who the controller is first."
Numair scrubbed at his face as he sat in one of the conference rooms with Jonathan. He was tired. The last week had not been pleasant. He has spent the majority of it trying to come up with a spell to take those Gods cursed bands off Justice. It never went well. Either each session ended with his magic backfiring on him or with Justice's ankles bleeding profusely for hours. He spent countless hours talking with the girl; writing down as much information about her species as the girl could spit out. He tried to have patience with her; after all, she was only an eight- year-old girl. There was no way she could possibly be able to answer every question he asked her. But sometimes her information overlapped, or did not make sense at all, and it was extremely frustrating for both of them. They kept at it though. There was no knowing how valuable the information could be later on.
No, things were not going well at all. Because on top of all the stress involved with keeping the hot-tempered redheaded firebird/girl safe, he was starting to worry about Daine. Last week, Daine had started to look pale and sick. She never got sick physically, but she always seemed tired and worn. She was steadily growing more and more pale with each passing day. They had gone to a healer, but all the healer told them was that Daine should be resting. If Daine was pregnant, it was too soon to tell.
That thought had scared him more than he would have imagined. If Daine were pregnant again, she would be at risk. He was NOT ready for another scare, especially when it concerned her life. Her life. Gods! Simply saying it created a knot in the bottom of his stomach that was piercingly painful. The second pregnancy had nearly claimed her life, what if this pregnancy was the final blow to her system. He shook himself. 'Stop thinking like that you idiot. You don't even know if she is pregnant.'
Jonathan eyed the obviously distracted mage. "Numair, I want you to go and get some rest. You have been working on this for the last few weeks without rest."
"No, it is all right Jon. I am just trying focus on to many things at once."
Jonathan grinned. He was going to have to pull rank on his determined friend. "Numair, I am not I asking you. You are no use to me worn out. Go and get some rest." Numair's glare was enough to make the King know he had won. The tall mage stretched and stood to his full towering length and gave his King a sarcastic bow. When he left through the doors, Jonathan chuckled in amusement.
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Numair walked down the hall towards his rooms. He 'was' tired. A nap did not seem like a terribly bad idea. He walked by the entrance to Justice's rooms and stopped abruptly. He had not seen the young spitfire since early this morning. The session had ended with a servant wrapping the girls left ankle to stop the bleeding that had ensued due to his attempts at removing the bands. He should probably check on her.
He stepped through the wooden door and his magic. That was another drainer; keeping that shield up for three strait weeks was not helping his situation. He stopped short when he saw Justice sitting in an oddly shaped window in the wall. That window had NOT been a part of the design of the room. It took a moment for him to register the shock. He opened his mouth to ask what was going on when Justice opened her mouth and in a rather angered and shaking voice, said, "Leave the Wild mage ALONE! She has done nothing to you; just leave her be for once."
Numair's stomach took a hard turn at the young girls tone. He did not know who or what she was talking to and about, but all of his instincts stood up on end. "Justice," his voice was tight and low.
Justice's head snapped back from the outside world. Her eyes grew large and she toppled into the room unceremoniously. Numair's attention drifted to the makeshift window warping back into place as a solid wall. After his shock, he turned his face down to the red heads pale blue eyes. What he saw in those eyes scared him beyond words. Guilt.
His instincts screamed furiously at him. Something was very wrong. Every nerve in his body was ordering him to find Daine immediately. He was not going to ignore these warnings slamming through his soul. He turned on his legs and slammed out of the door. He ran down the passageway frantically, heading towards his rooms. He entered the main door to their rooms violently, screaming her name. "Daine?" He looked around nervously, voice shaking in fear. "Magelet?" He ran into the bedroom, fear growing exponentially by the second. "Daine?" he called out again. He looked towards there recently slept in bed and his throat caught in horror. Blood stained the pillow and sheets. It stained the floor in drop like puddles, leading to the window. He ran up to the opened shutters and looked outside. Nothing.
He slammed back into Justice's chambers ready to rip the place apart looking for the redhead. But she had not moved. She sat on the floor, leaning up against the wall that had recently held a window. Her little body was shaking violently from withheld sobs. Numair's eyes were frantic and scared as he waited the torturous seconds for the girl to raise her head. When they came up, he felt his stomach drop.
With a small and fragile voice, completely unlike the normal melodic symphony her voice had, she whispered. "I'm sorry."
The roaring in his ears was so loud, he was sure the Emperor of Carthak could hear. He shut his eyes tight and tried to shut out the offal sounds. He needed silence. He needed silenced desperately right now. Because that roaring was just too much. Then, everything went deathly silent.
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A/N: YEAH!!! It's turning out just the way I want it to. I'm soooo happy *jumps around oddly* *blush* anyway, I'm going to try and start the next chapter soon, but I have to write a paper and prepare a presentation. So my next chapter may not come until Friday. But never fear, I'm gonna finish. BUT ONLY IF YOU REVIEW!!!!!
THANKS, KARIGAN
Karigan
Complications
By: Karigan
Chapter 12
'Deafening Silence'
Daine lay in her bed early into the evening. She was just too tired to stand anymore today. She cuddled into the blankets and curled up on her side. 'Boy is it cold.' She leaned up, closed the rafters to the window, and rolled over again, facing away from them. 'I hope Numair gets here soon, he's always nice and warm.' That thought alone warmed her up a bit. She sighed; she was too tired to play games tonight. This week had been positively miserable. She just could not seem to get enough sleep.
She stared into the dark room and tried to stop shivering from the cold. It seemed to be seeping into her entire body. She could feel it from the tips of her toes, to the back of her neck. She heard a creek behind her and she shifted to see what furry creature had decided to join her tonight.
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"It has been three weeks Jon! We cannot possibly keep that child caged up any longer!"
"Then what do you suggest Numair? I have had all my spies and guards looking for this man, including George. He has not stirred in the last two weeks. He is waiting for US to make the move. The moment we let her out is the moment that he can control her again. You said it yourself; there is not a mage in the Northern Lands that can take off those bands. Not without knowing who the controller is first."
Numair scrubbed at his face as he sat in one of the conference rooms with Jonathan. He was tired. The last week had not been pleasant. He has spent the majority of it trying to come up with a spell to take those Gods cursed bands off Justice. It never went well. Either each session ended with his magic backfiring on him or with Justice's ankles bleeding profusely for hours. He spent countless hours talking with the girl; writing down as much information about her species as the girl could spit out. He tried to have patience with her; after all, she was only an eight- year-old girl. There was no way she could possibly be able to answer every question he asked her. But sometimes her information overlapped, or did not make sense at all, and it was extremely frustrating for both of them. They kept at it though. There was no knowing how valuable the information could be later on.
No, things were not going well at all. Because on top of all the stress involved with keeping the hot-tempered redheaded firebird/girl safe, he was starting to worry about Daine. Last week, Daine had started to look pale and sick. She never got sick physically, but she always seemed tired and worn. She was steadily growing more and more pale with each passing day. They had gone to a healer, but all the healer told them was that Daine should be resting. If Daine was pregnant, it was too soon to tell.
That thought had scared him more than he would have imagined. If Daine were pregnant again, she would be at risk. He was NOT ready for another scare, especially when it concerned her life. Her life. Gods! Simply saying it created a knot in the bottom of his stomach that was piercingly painful. The second pregnancy had nearly claimed her life, what if this pregnancy was the final blow to her system. He shook himself. 'Stop thinking like that you idiot. You don't even know if she is pregnant.'
Jonathan eyed the obviously distracted mage. "Numair, I want you to go and get some rest. You have been working on this for the last few weeks without rest."
"No, it is all right Jon. I am just trying focus on to many things at once."
Jonathan grinned. He was going to have to pull rank on his determined friend. "Numair, I am not I asking you. You are no use to me worn out. Go and get some rest." Numair's glare was enough to make the King know he had won. The tall mage stretched and stood to his full towering length and gave his King a sarcastic bow. When he left through the doors, Jonathan chuckled in amusement.
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Numair walked down the hall towards his rooms. He 'was' tired. A nap did not seem like a terribly bad idea. He walked by the entrance to Justice's rooms and stopped abruptly. He had not seen the young spitfire since early this morning. The session had ended with a servant wrapping the girls left ankle to stop the bleeding that had ensued due to his attempts at removing the bands. He should probably check on her.
He stepped through the wooden door and his magic. That was another drainer; keeping that shield up for three strait weeks was not helping his situation. He stopped short when he saw Justice sitting in an oddly shaped window in the wall. That window had NOT been a part of the design of the room. It took a moment for him to register the shock. He opened his mouth to ask what was going on when Justice opened her mouth and in a rather angered and shaking voice, said, "Leave the Wild mage ALONE! She has done nothing to you; just leave her be for once."
Numair's stomach took a hard turn at the young girls tone. He did not know who or what she was talking to and about, but all of his instincts stood up on end. "Justice," his voice was tight and low.
Justice's head snapped back from the outside world. Her eyes grew large and she toppled into the room unceremoniously. Numair's attention drifted to the makeshift window warping back into place as a solid wall. After his shock, he turned his face down to the red heads pale blue eyes. What he saw in those eyes scared him beyond words. Guilt.
His instincts screamed furiously at him. Something was very wrong. Every nerve in his body was ordering him to find Daine immediately. He was not going to ignore these warnings slamming through his soul. He turned on his legs and slammed out of the door. He ran down the passageway frantically, heading towards his rooms. He entered the main door to their rooms violently, screaming her name. "Daine?" He looked around nervously, voice shaking in fear. "Magelet?" He ran into the bedroom, fear growing exponentially by the second. "Daine?" he called out again. He looked towards there recently slept in bed and his throat caught in horror. Blood stained the pillow and sheets. It stained the floor in drop like puddles, leading to the window. He ran up to the opened shutters and looked outside. Nothing.
He slammed back into Justice's chambers ready to rip the place apart looking for the redhead. But she had not moved. She sat on the floor, leaning up against the wall that had recently held a window. Her little body was shaking violently from withheld sobs. Numair's eyes were frantic and scared as he waited the torturous seconds for the girl to raise her head. When they came up, he felt his stomach drop.
With a small and fragile voice, completely unlike the normal melodic symphony her voice had, she whispered. "I'm sorry."
The roaring in his ears was so loud, he was sure the Emperor of Carthak could hear. He shut his eyes tight and tried to shut out the offal sounds. He needed silence. He needed silenced desperately right now. Because that roaring was just too much. Then, everything went deathly silent.
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A/N: YEAH!!! It's turning out just the way I want it to. I'm soooo happy *jumps around oddly* *blush* anyway, I'm going to try and start the next chapter soon, but I have to write a paper and prepare a presentation. So my next chapter may not come until Friday. But never fear, I'm gonna finish. BUT ONLY IF YOU REVIEW!!!!!
THANKS, KARIGAN