A/n: I'm sorry I haven't updated for so long; I've been working on two
other stories and studying for my finals and two major essays in school.
*growls at teachers*
~Reviewers~
LeopardDance: It depends on how you define 'revenge', but I'm going to take that into consideration with my next chapters. Thanks for reviewing!
Rainfall: ^^ Hyperness is good, I get like that when I have too much coffee. Starbucks rules! Ok, but thank you again for being so loyal in reviewing.
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Chapter 12:
Eos and Darkan arrived back at the palace completely exhausted by the strenuous walk sprinkled with occasional tussles. Suddenly, Eos felt wave after wave of Tristan's anger reverberate through her. * Looks like he's mad again. Goddess, he's like a tantrum-throwing baby somtimes...*
"Darkan, I have to go." Her new best friend smiled at her pleadingly. "Aww, but that was fun." He tugged on her arm, and tried to drag her to look at the royal menagerie together. "Are you still mad about my mistake about your identity in the forest? I thought I made up for it when I let you beat me up that one time." She grinned at him, completely unguarded at the joy of having a real friend, a person her age. "You mean, when you flopped on the ground like a dead fish and howled after my new friend bit you in the butt," she said impishly. Her bright hazel eyes shimmered with amusement. Darkan looked wryly at her as he responded frankly, "It's not the biting in the butt that hurt, I think it was your bare foot in my butt that hurt more." Eos only grinned, then sighed as she felt the anger increase. She had been able to control the emotions transmitted through the necklace that day to the point where she nearly didn't feel it, but the necklace was still influenced by her dagger. "I have to go, but it was marvelous fun talking to you." She gasped in surprise as he suddenly turned into the Scancran ambassador and said, as if to a true lady, "Of course, my lady Varianne of Hialla. If I might see you later at tonight's festival?" Eos curtsied and demurely answered, "Of course, my lord." They stared at each other for a moment, then collapsed laughing again.
Later, she appeared in Tristan's room with her eyes still sparkling with laughter. When Tristan's cold rage reached her, the laughter flickered, then died as she lethally responded with her own. She said coolly, "What's wrong, Staghorn?" Tristan sat trembling with rage. "Because of your interference, Lady Semally now refuses to speak to me at a most inconvenient time. And, may I emphasize, most inconvenient." The degree of silky rage increased in the room. Eos stood as if stone. "My plan is nearly ruined by this unexpected development, and while I sit in my room trying to fix this mistake, you go cavorting with your new friend in the forest. I've befriended you because of our...special circumstances, but this does not mean that I do not have control over you. Dagger or no, that necklace is still strong enough to squeeze the life out of you at my very whim. Do you understand?" Eos nodded, then turned to leave the room. Tristan added, "Oh yes-you will be sick, too sick to go the festival tonight." Eos nodded again, and shimmered into her room where she collapsed against the ornate walls and screamed and cursed through a shower of tears.
~Tristan~
I don't know what to do with her. One moment she's my friend, the next my spy and the next the impudent girl next door. Now she's pulled off this trick with my childhood friend...I don't know why I feel so angry. Plots have gone awry before; why am I reacting like this? Besides...as my betrothed in my former life, Eos unknowingly has the right to demand protection from me. *sigh* This means sending her back to Scancra. If I contact Darkan tonight, she will be home by next week and I will simply find some way to do without her.
But life will seem so empty without someone that knows me as a friend.......and now enemy.
~Darkan~
Eos Rathausak is simply someone who I am here to protect, someone that I am destined to guard and watch over, as I did with Alanna and Veralidaine Sarrasri while they spent their lives unknowingly saving people and animals. As immortal protector of those the gods have ordained protection over, I must continue in my duty until I find the goddess-elect. But Eos...Eos is wonderful beyond my wildest dreams, perhaps I feel this way because she could be the unknowing goddess-elect...but I fear that Tristan may feel the same way I do. There is deep power in her. As if she had the hand of the Goddess on her as well; the only other time I have seen another like this she was god-born. Veralidaine Sarrasri, the powerful shape-shifter from Galla that my people failed to watch over and protect. I must tread carefully around this one, and her power.
~End~
Eos wiped her eyes one last time, and sent a magical message to Tristan's room inquiring as to what she should do in the stead of going to the Festival. When the answer came, she started to shake. She was going home.
~Reviewers~
LeopardDance: It depends on how you define 'revenge', but I'm going to take that into consideration with my next chapters. Thanks for reviewing!
Rainfall: ^^ Hyperness is good, I get like that when I have too much coffee. Starbucks rules! Ok, but thank you again for being so loyal in reviewing.
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Chapter 12:
Eos and Darkan arrived back at the palace completely exhausted by the strenuous walk sprinkled with occasional tussles. Suddenly, Eos felt wave after wave of Tristan's anger reverberate through her. * Looks like he's mad again. Goddess, he's like a tantrum-throwing baby somtimes...*
"Darkan, I have to go." Her new best friend smiled at her pleadingly. "Aww, but that was fun." He tugged on her arm, and tried to drag her to look at the royal menagerie together. "Are you still mad about my mistake about your identity in the forest? I thought I made up for it when I let you beat me up that one time." She grinned at him, completely unguarded at the joy of having a real friend, a person her age. "You mean, when you flopped on the ground like a dead fish and howled after my new friend bit you in the butt," she said impishly. Her bright hazel eyes shimmered with amusement. Darkan looked wryly at her as he responded frankly, "It's not the biting in the butt that hurt, I think it was your bare foot in my butt that hurt more." Eos only grinned, then sighed as she felt the anger increase. She had been able to control the emotions transmitted through the necklace that day to the point where she nearly didn't feel it, but the necklace was still influenced by her dagger. "I have to go, but it was marvelous fun talking to you." She gasped in surprise as he suddenly turned into the Scancran ambassador and said, as if to a true lady, "Of course, my lady Varianne of Hialla. If I might see you later at tonight's festival?" Eos curtsied and demurely answered, "Of course, my lord." They stared at each other for a moment, then collapsed laughing again.
Later, she appeared in Tristan's room with her eyes still sparkling with laughter. When Tristan's cold rage reached her, the laughter flickered, then died as she lethally responded with her own. She said coolly, "What's wrong, Staghorn?" Tristan sat trembling with rage. "Because of your interference, Lady Semally now refuses to speak to me at a most inconvenient time. And, may I emphasize, most inconvenient." The degree of silky rage increased in the room. Eos stood as if stone. "My plan is nearly ruined by this unexpected development, and while I sit in my room trying to fix this mistake, you go cavorting with your new friend in the forest. I've befriended you because of our...special circumstances, but this does not mean that I do not have control over you. Dagger or no, that necklace is still strong enough to squeeze the life out of you at my very whim. Do you understand?" Eos nodded, then turned to leave the room. Tristan added, "Oh yes-you will be sick, too sick to go the festival tonight." Eos nodded again, and shimmered into her room where she collapsed against the ornate walls and screamed and cursed through a shower of tears.
~Tristan~
I don't know what to do with her. One moment she's my friend, the next my spy and the next the impudent girl next door. Now she's pulled off this trick with my childhood friend...I don't know why I feel so angry. Plots have gone awry before; why am I reacting like this? Besides...as my betrothed in my former life, Eos unknowingly has the right to demand protection from me. *sigh* This means sending her back to Scancra. If I contact Darkan tonight, she will be home by next week and I will simply find some way to do without her.
But life will seem so empty without someone that knows me as a friend.......and now enemy.
~Darkan~
Eos Rathausak is simply someone who I am here to protect, someone that I am destined to guard and watch over, as I did with Alanna and Veralidaine Sarrasri while they spent their lives unknowingly saving people and animals. As immortal protector of those the gods have ordained protection over, I must continue in my duty until I find the goddess-elect. But Eos...Eos is wonderful beyond my wildest dreams, perhaps I feel this way because she could be the unknowing goddess-elect...but I fear that Tristan may feel the same way I do. There is deep power in her. As if she had the hand of the Goddess on her as well; the only other time I have seen another like this she was god-born. Veralidaine Sarrasri, the powerful shape-shifter from Galla that my people failed to watch over and protect. I must tread carefully around this one, and her power.
~End~
Eos wiped her eyes one last time, and sent a magical message to Tristan's room inquiring as to what she should do in the stead of going to the Festival. When the answer came, she started to shake. She was going home.