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A/N: hey again…. Sorry for not writing sooner but I had loads of coursework piled upon me then I had my mock exams… so while I have free time I thought I would write this… plus its freezing cold outside and the weather forecast reckons its going to snow …not bad for sunny old England but I think I'll stay in and keep my fingers warm by writing.
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Chapter Five:
The afternoon passed quickly for Anissa. She helped the new recruits for the riders get tack for the mounts that they had picked the previous day. They had had no time yesterday to do it, thanks to her and today yet again their time was taken. Tomorrow she would go to the meeting and if she was allowed to stay, the afternoon's work entailed watching the recruits and their mounts. Like Daine had done the year before. " That's only an 'if' though" sighed Anissa, the days events weighing heavy on her mind.
The bell starting the beginning of evening lessons sounded. Anissa set off to her room. It was near the dormitories that the trainees had, near Daine's old room. She settled herself down on the bed and got out all the clothes she owned that needed mending. "That'll keep me occupied until meditation," she thought. She settled down to work. The clothes she had had needed mending for a while now, this was the first time she had had to do it. "It's the perfect timing really, I mean if I go tomorrow then at least my clothes are mended and can cope with wear and tear again" said Anissa out loud to the cat that lay on the end of her bed. Mending allowed Anissa to keep her mind occupied for a while, but pretty soon it started to drift. Soon she was back remembering the days when her and her father used to go hunting for the nights dinner together. She remembered getting up early after her father died to help her mother and grandfather. She remembered the day her uncle came to the house and took her magic, using her experiments as his own, then taking the magic to Carthaki with him.
Another bell sounded, it was time for meditation. Anissa glanced down to her lap and gave a howl as she realised that the work she started never got finished. Sweeping it to one side, Anissa rushed out the room and set off to the meditation hall at a run. Anissa reached the hall just as sarge was closing the doors. "Well done duckling, you're half way on time today, go get a seat". Anissa grinned. So far, in being in the palace a whole week, she had been late everyday to meditation.
Anissa found a seat in the corner, setting herself down tailor style; she closed her eyes and let out her breath. "In, two, three, four. Hold it, I said hold it Sara… And out, two, three, and four. Next we go to eight. In, two, three… Numair's voice got further and further away, as one by one Anissa's muscles relaxed and she got further into herself. She had been meditating for years, her father had taught her to keep a lid on her magic that way, well before her magic had developed. She found herself looking at the core or her magic. It towered above her. Sparks flickered out here and there above her head. Soon it engulfed her, like her emotions seemed to if she felt passionate about something, like her anger had earlier with her uncle.
Anissa tried to get out of the column and found it acting like a barrier stopping her from joining the outside world. The column was multicoloured, like her magic, she had so many different types of magic that it was hard to find where one magic ended and the other began. So far no one except her uncle knew of her magic being comprised of more then one magic. She intended to tell the king, but in doing so she auld have to tell her life story. Something the king would surely find no option but to send her away from Tortall and people she had grown to love.
She was still trapped. She felt her body begin to hyper ventilate from the slowness of her oxygen intake. She heard others gather round. She felt her body being tugged. A searing pain through her chest and still she couldn't pull herself through. After what seemed an eternity she managed to pull and arm through. Her head was pounding and chest felt fit to explode. A black presence entered her mind. "Hello?" She called. "Who's that?". "Anissa what's going on, why didn't you stop with the others?" It was Numair. "I'm stuck in my magic. It sounds stupid I know, but I am, I've got my arm through, can you help?
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A/N and that's all folks… well until I can get back on the pc and finish it off. So, Im off to update. Then I'll start thinking of another chappie…and a title of this one…I can't think of titles for chapters at the moment. If any of you have any ideas let me know in your reviews. Go on, the little box is just over there. REVIEW PLEASE…. Or I wont update again….