Stuffed Dodo: *Pokes Lady Dragon, trying to wake her up.*
Lady Dragon: *Pulls covers over head*
Stuffed Dodo: Wake up!
Lady Dragon: (Mumbles) No.
Stuffed Dodo: We need to write the fic!
Lady Dragon: (Still mumbling) Later.
Stuffed Dodo: I have Coke.
Lady Dragon: (Wakes up) Ooh! Coke give me, give me. *Snatches Coke away*
Ten minutes later
Lady Dragon: *Skipping around and singing off-key* God is good to me! Good is good to me! He holds my hand! And lets me stand! God is good to me!
Stuffed Dodo: *Hands covering ears* I really should not have given her the Coke. Where did you learn that awful song?
Lady Dragon: Miss Yeoh taught it to us in Music.
Stuffed Dodo: *Blank look* Who's Miss Yeoh?
Lady Dragon: Your piano teacher! (Under breath) Dodo-chan no baka
Stuffed Dodo: Oh! Rebecca
Lady Dragon: *Sniffs tragically, then speaks really fast* It's not fair, Stuffed Dodo goes to another school because she moved and she had to change schools so I never get to see her and she's my best friend. *Sobs, then brightens* Then again, I get to see her at my school's Autumn Fair, and we get to e-mail each other, except for when I have a weekend to do an assignment I was supposed to start 3 weeks ago but got side-tracked (Again) for Geography. Geography teachers are EVIL!!!!
Stuffed Dodo: I second that.
Lady Dragon: Good. *Starts skipping around again, then starts singing Memory from Cats, in weird operatic voice not any better than off-key singing* MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDNIGHT, NOT A SOUND FROM THE PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVEMENT…
Stuffed Dodo: How did she get from some weird song taught by my piano teacher to Memory? *Stares at Lady Dragon* Anyway, on with the fic!!!
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Daine was standing on a the edge of a cliff, the waves crashing high around her, settling on smoky brown curls, as watched the scene before her. A man, silver-eyed and silver-haired was chanting, arms raised towards the sky. The strangest thing about this scene was that the man was standing on thin air. The scene changed, and Daine was somewhere she never expected to be again. Snowsdale, Galla. The cottages still stood rickety and old, and Daine recognised Nonia Gerensri, bearing a small toddler in her arms, Nonia Ferensri, surrounded by her troop of children, young and old, Lory Sorthsra, with her husband Rand, friends of her mother who had always been nice to her. Walking invisible down the road, she came to the farm where she had lived. After all these years, the blackened remains still stood, as though the people thought it a bad omen to approach or demolish it. Memories came flooding back, strangely enough they weren't memories of the time when she had her mother and grandfather dead, but of her mother happy, with Daine's father at last. Smiling, she heard a noise, twirling around she saw Hakkon Falconer, who had tricked her, and almost led her to death when she had been running wild. Snarling she reaching for a bow she knew wasn't there. He passed her by, giving the farm a wide berth. The world around her changed again, and a tall man lay on the floor of a mountain cave, dying.
"Daine," he called his voice was distant, "You must save me."
"How?" Daine asked confusedly.
"Return to Snowsdale, or I will die," was his only reply. Daine reached out her hand and touched his chest; strangely enough the man was healed. He turned to her, his face shadowed so she couldn't distinguish it, "Daine," he said again, his tone of voice was stronger, more familiar, "You must save me in real life as well. Return to Snowsdale." He said again before her world twisted, and Daine was thrown back.
*****
Gasping for breath Daine landed, back, safe on her bed, next to her lover, Numair. Brushing a long black lock out of his eyes and gently kissing his forehead, she curled up next to him, hoping for a less confusing dream.
*****
"Numair?" Veralidaine called, absently stroking Kitten's nuzzle.
Numair looked up from his book, frowning. Something in Daine's tone told him that this wasn't going to be some party celebration.
"Yes Love." He answered, almost fearfully.
The girl, no, the young woman looked at her lover with tear-filled eyes.
That confirmed his suspicions. There are only two reasons why Daine would cry. One was when an animal that she had looked after died later on in an accident that she couldn't control. The other possibility was so frightening it sent shivers down his spine.
"You're not thinking about going back to that Mithros-cursed place, are you?" he asked, terrible images of things that might happen to Daine flashing through his mind.
Daine sighed and shifted so that she could look straight into Numair's eyes. "It's my old home, Numair. Don't call it that. I really need to go back!"
"And the reason for this folly?"
Carefully removing Kitten from her lap, she made her way across to Numair and hugged him. "It's just that I've been having the same dream for the past few days. I kept dreaming of me saving this man. His face was so familiar!"
"What makes you think that this dream of yours is actually a sign and not just some memory?" Numair argued. "You have saved countless men, me included. Are you sure you're not thinking about some long lost lover?"
Daine started to argue, only to see that Numair was joking. "You of all people should know to not ignore a god's warning. Remember what happened to Ozorne? Stop laughing! I'm being serious!"
In an instant, Numair's face became solemn. Only then did Daine see the worry behind his laughing mask. "Oh, I'm sorry Daine. Having strange dreams is not a good thing, even if you have strange powers. But I cannot let you go back! It's too dangerous. No, I think we should wait a little longer. See what the gods have in store for us."
Daine stiffened. Kitten fell off the dressing table and began growling curses at Numair, her blue-gold scales flashing an angry red. Numair let go of Daine and towered angrily over Kitten. Kitten faltered, turning a shade of pink. Coolly, Daine picked her up, though her eyes were like an active volcano, dangerously waiting to erupt.
"So is this what you have always thought of me?" Whispered Daine, fighting back tears of betrayal and hurt. "Was I always a big baby in your eyes, or is it just because you are getting tired of me?"
Numair raised his large hand and grabbed Daine's collar, looking like he was about to strike her. Daine stared definitely into his eyes, startled at what she saw. Behind the surface of anger, something stirred and cowered there, afraid and unstable. She touched his arm with her free hand, gazing at him with, not fear, but understanding. Numair's hand tightened, and then slackened as he collapsed to the floor.
"I understand Numair, I understand. The man in my dreams…"
"…is me. I've been having dreams as well. Dreams that contain you saving me. I'm not only dying of some alien force, I'm being controlled by it too. I'm sorry for almost hitting you, Love, so sorry. I wasn't me then either. So now," Numair shivered slightly, "We must go back to Snowsdale, Daine. Back to Snowsdale so you can save me."
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Stuffed Dodo: Now that I've gotten rid off the insanity in the notes… *Points to Lady Dragon in a straightjacket, and gagged, thrown in a corner* I can end the fic.
Lady Dragon: Mmph! Mmph hunph hupm hupm mmph!
Stuffed Dodo: What's that? Oh! Don't worry the Mental Asylum people are coming soon
Lady Dragon: *Glares darkly*
Stuffed Dodo: Anyway, stay tuned, to find out if the Snowsdale people will try to kill Daine again. Sayonara peop-
Lady Dragon: The Disclaimer you idiot!
Stuffed Dodo: Right the Disclaimer- hold on, how'd you get out of the straitjacket?
Lady Dragon: *Holds up mobile phone.
Mobile Phone: *BEEEEEEP* This is the Houdini hotline. If you are currently enclosed in a straitjacket and gagged because your best friend, who is usually more insane than you, tied you up and called the nice men in white suits because you were skipping around singing horribly, because you were high on caffeine, please press 1.
Stuffed Dodo: Those phone hotlines are getting more specific everyday…
Lady Dragon: Yeah I know. The Disclaimer?
Stuffed Dodo: Oh! *Pulls out her own mobile phone*
Mobile Phone: *BEEEEEEP* You have just rang the Mental Asylum. Here is the information. The patients, who rather unfortunately for the public have recently escaped, Stuffed Dodo and Lady Dragon of Spirit's Fire, owns the plot. Their idol owns the characters. Here is a personal message from Lady Dragon of Spirit's Fire, prior to the escape 'I thought up the main idea,' and Stuffed Dodo, after Lady Dragon had left the room: 'I wish to stab the crazy person who started the customs of 'disclaiming'!'
Lady Dragon: I already told you Dodo-chan, as long as there is fanfiction, there must always be a disclaimer, because, if we don't add it, WE COULD BE SUED!!! I can't believe you added that message after I left the room…
Stuffed Dodo: Well, sorry but it's still stupid…
(Sirens are heard blaring outside.)
NMIW (Nice Man In White): Will the mental cases come out slowly, with their hands up! In your cases I will not hesitate to use extreme force!
Stuffed Dodo: The Mental Asylum!
Lady Dragon: Dodo-chan you idiot!
Stuffed Dodo: *Checks back door* We're surrounded!
Lady Dragon: * Drags Stuffed Dodo upstairs and opens window* (Muttered) I hope he's nearby. *Gets up on windowsill and whistles* Oy Chris, c'mere.
(Chris the Dragon flies nearby. Lady Dragon and Stuffed Dodo climb on.)
Stuffed Dodo: Check back soon people, and stay tuned.
(Chris zooms away.)