A/n: I'm BACK!!!!!!!! YAY!!! Please please review now :-D Have fun
reading!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that belongs to Tamora Pierce; furthermore, any elements from Anne Bishop's Dark Jewel Trilogy are all hers. Any similarities to other books, authors, articles, etc. are purely coincidental and non-intentional.
~Reviewers~
Leopard Dance: *gulp* Please don't kill me, I need my oxygen once a day to keep writing. ^ ^ But this chapter should have less twists. Or not. Actually, this chapter has more twists than the entire story put together, because it's got one big twist. :-D Just read to find out, my friend. And thanks for not yelling at me for having writers block, it's nice to know I'm not alone. ^ ~
Demented Dreamer: Thanks for the advice, that would be totally true if Darkan meant that Daine and Alanna were meant to be Goddesses. Nope, I think Tamora Pierce already confirmed that Daine definitely shouldn't be a goddess ^ ^. But I'll change that, I think I worded it badly. Thanks for reviewing again! Flames are totally welcome, btw.
Les Yeux Violets: Darkan's actually going to be human for Eos for some time, but he's definately going to be a main character. Thanks for reviewing, please please please keep reading my story.
Rainfall: Thank you for the encouragement with the writer's block!! I feel so loved ^ ^. Thank you for being so faithful to Magelet and Spy, your reviews are awesome. And your story is cool, take as much time as you want on it. On something as original as that, you really don't have to constantly update to keep people interested. In my opinion at least.
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Ch. 13:
Eos sat down and shook harder as she stared hard at the note that was changing her entire life. She put sound shields in every imaginable corner of her room, then whooped and screamed happily around her room in an odd sort of wild dance that was born out of her exhilaration. She was going home!!!! Then she calmed down by envisioning blowing up Tristan Staghorn with her Gift. She was going to hug Darkan the first moment she knew, but why did the slave say that Tristan had sent something in Darkan's hand? Interesting...and yet not at the moment. She quickly used magic to create the illusion of clothes in her drawers and makeup on the vanity, and enchanted her material possessions into a trunk that she quickly vanished. She danced happily around her room as she envisioned going home, and seeing...no one. There was no one and nothing to come back to in Scancra. Marmie and Tylan were dead. Gone forever, Tristan had said...gone forever...her stomach dropped. What was the point in going back to her isolated, old life in Scancra when there was nothing left for her there? She couldn't go back...there were too many memories. Too many sorrows that would come at seeing the remnants of her small cottage that she had built painstakingly by hand while she had stayed at a friend's old, long- forgotten summer house. She sighed. Perhaps Tortall then.....perhaps she could make another life there.
~Darkan~
Darkan quickly changed back to his human form to open the door for someone knocking on it. Eos smiled at him and unexpectedly hugged him. "Thank you for letting me go back to Scancra," she whispered in his ear. Then she quickly transformed into the character of Lady Varianne. "I'm so sorry, I thought you were someone else," she said in a soft, breathy voice. Darkan's eyes twinkled at her as he continued playing the roles of the common Carthaki nobles. "Really?" He put a soft innuendo in his voice so it would sound like an insult. Eos's eyes fired up. "Yes, really." She marched away with an offended air, then turned around and while pretending to hiss at him in Kaei, actually said, "Meet me at the fountain in the left garden," and strode off with a snobbish victorious air that was often visited upon by the winners of verbal assualts in the intricate designs of Carthaki society. Darkan smiled, and left buoyed with happy thoughts of spending more time with Eos. The shadow in the corner grinned, and sped away as Darkan obliviously whistled back to his room.
~Tristan~
"I don't know where or what you're talking about!" he yelled at the hooded man. Then the man smiled evilly; Tristan knew because many of his victims had heard the same rasping of beard on cloth before their torment resumed...before he had been changed by Eos. He blinked, and resurfaced from the swirling whirl of his thoughts. Just, of course, in time to feel the whiplash. The man said coldly, "Now we can keep doing this. Or, you can tell me where the goddess-elect is so my mistress can get what she wants." Tristan stared at him. Perhaps his captor was insane. He started to laugh hysterically at the thought as the room filled with the smell of long rotting meat and the beautiful, terrifying vision of Roger of Contè's living-corpse entered the room. He smiled and slid over the floor to where Tristan was bound, leaving a distinct stench in the air. "Give me the goddess-elect," he said in his polished, smooth voice, "or else you'll wish you never entered Carthak. I know you know who I'm talking about...her influence is tangible on you. I need her, need her very much for the transformation." Tristan shook his head no, realizing Roger meant Eos. Roger's face contorted in fury. "I NEED HER!! SHE IS MY SALVATION!!! ONLY THROUGH HER SACRIFICE CAN I TRULY LIVE AGAIN!!" Speechless with rage, Roger pointed at him and began to send pure energy charging through Tristan's helpless body. Tristan began to shake as the pain caused his mind to spiral down into a warped abyss........
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A/N: How did you like it? The 14th chapter is coming up right after this, I'm already writing it...sorry this is so short compared to my others. I decided that instead of having a really really long 13th chapter I would split it up into two and add to the second half so no one got bleary eyes from reading too long. Besides, the next chapter has even more surprises.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that belongs to Tamora Pierce; furthermore, any elements from Anne Bishop's Dark Jewel Trilogy are all hers. Any similarities to other books, authors, articles, etc. are purely coincidental and non-intentional.
~Reviewers~
Leopard Dance: *gulp* Please don't kill me, I need my oxygen once a day to keep writing. ^ ^ But this chapter should have less twists. Or not. Actually, this chapter has more twists than the entire story put together, because it's got one big twist. :-D Just read to find out, my friend. And thanks for not yelling at me for having writers block, it's nice to know I'm not alone. ^ ~
Demented Dreamer: Thanks for the advice, that would be totally true if Darkan meant that Daine and Alanna were meant to be Goddesses. Nope, I think Tamora Pierce already confirmed that Daine definitely shouldn't be a goddess ^ ^. But I'll change that, I think I worded it badly. Thanks for reviewing again! Flames are totally welcome, btw.
Les Yeux Violets: Darkan's actually going to be human for Eos for some time, but he's definately going to be a main character. Thanks for reviewing, please please please keep reading my story.
Rainfall: Thank you for the encouragement with the writer's block!! I feel so loved ^ ^. Thank you for being so faithful to Magelet and Spy, your reviews are awesome. And your story is cool, take as much time as you want on it. On something as original as that, you really don't have to constantly update to keep people interested. In my opinion at least.
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Ch. 13:
Eos sat down and shook harder as she stared hard at the note that was changing her entire life. She put sound shields in every imaginable corner of her room, then whooped and screamed happily around her room in an odd sort of wild dance that was born out of her exhilaration. She was going home!!!! Then she calmed down by envisioning blowing up Tristan Staghorn with her Gift. She was going to hug Darkan the first moment she knew, but why did the slave say that Tristan had sent something in Darkan's hand? Interesting...and yet not at the moment. She quickly used magic to create the illusion of clothes in her drawers and makeup on the vanity, and enchanted her material possessions into a trunk that she quickly vanished. She danced happily around her room as she envisioned going home, and seeing...no one. There was no one and nothing to come back to in Scancra. Marmie and Tylan were dead. Gone forever, Tristan had said...gone forever...her stomach dropped. What was the point in going back to her isolated, old life in Scancra when there was nothing left for her there? She couldn't go back...there were too many memories. Too many sorrows that would come at seeing the remnants of her small cottage that she had built painstakingly by hand while she had stayed at a friend's old, long- forgotten summer house. She sighed. Perhaps Tortall then.....perhaps she could make another life there.
~Darkan~
Darkan quickly changed back to his human form to open the door for someone knocking on it. Eos smiled at him and unexpectedly hugged him. "Thank you for letting me go back to Scancra," she whispered in his ear. Then she quickly transformed into the character of Lady Varianne. "I'm so sorry, I thought you were someone else," she said in a soft, breathy voice. Darkan's eyes twinkled at her as he continued playing the roles of the common Carthaki nobles. "Really?" He put a soft innuendo in his voice so it would sound like an insult. Eos's eyes fired up. "Yes, really." She marched away with an offended air, then turned around and while pretending to hiss at him in Kaei, actually said, "Meet me at the fountain in the left garden," and strode off with a snobbish victorious air that was often visited upon by the winners of verbal assualts in the intricate designs of Carthaki society. Darkan smiled, and left buoyed with happy thoughts of spending more time with Eos. The shadow in the corner grinned, and sped away as Darkan obliviously whistled back to his room.
~Tristan~
"I don't know where or what you're talking about!" he yelled at the hooded man. Then the man smiled evilly; Tristan knew because many of his victims had heard the same rasping of beard on cloth before their torment resumed...before he had been changed by Eos. He blinked, and resurfaced from the swirling whirl of his thoughts. Just, of course, in time to feel the whiplash. The man said coldly, "Now we can keep doing this. Or, you can tell me where the goddess-elect is so my mistress can get what she wants." Tristan stared at him. Perhaps his captor was insane. He started to laugh hysterically at the thought as the room filled with the smell of long rotting meat and the beautiful, terrifying vision of Roger of Contè's living-corpse entered the room. He smiled and slid over the floor to where Tristan was bound, leaving a distinct stench in the air. "Give me the goddess-elect," he said in his polished, smooth voice, "or else you'll wish you never entered Carthak. I know you know who I'm talking about...her influence is tangible on you. I need her, need her very much for the transformation." Tristan shook his head no, realizing Roger meant Eos. Roger's face contorted in fury. "I NEED HER!! SHE IS MY SALVATION!!! ONLY THROUGH HER SACRIFICE CAN I TRULY LIVE AGAIN!!" Speechless with rage, Roger pointed at him and began to send pure energy charging through Tristan's helpless body. Tristan began to shake as the pain caused his mind to spiral down into a warped abyss........
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A/N: How did you like it? The 14th chapter is coming up right after this, I'm already writing it...sorry this is so short compared to my others. I decided that instead of having a really really long 13th chapter I would split it up into two and add to the second half so no one got bleary eyes from reading too long. Besides, the next chapter has even more surprises.