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Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, and Beth owns herself. The plot and ideas are mine alone. I also own Jethro and Anya, as well as anyone you don't recognize.
One Small Slip in Time
The sun passed overhead so fast that it was a blur. It did passed overhead again and again and again. Soon Roger had lost track of how many times it did that. Visions of what could have been and what could be flashed through his mind. Visions of the past moved slowly, as if they served a reminder of what people had long forgotten.
Men and woman fighting side by side in a mad rebellion against slavery. Thieves being brought to justice, and Lord Provost sentencing them to death. Homes being burned and lives were snuffed out. He saw children running and people dancing. Visions of important people discussing a law, or appointing new members filled the scrying bowl.
Now the seer was showing him flashes of the present. People running the streets and girl preparing to run away flashed before him. Things that were happening right now were filling his mind. Things that were so affected from the past that they couldn't be stopped.
Roger didn't have time to ponder why this was taking so long because the visions turned to many. They showed him many possible futures, to many. Cloey started to zero in on the visions he wanted, visions about him and Tortall. He saw a small girl, her face was covered by sun-bleached hair, hiding her face from view. She walked awkwardly, as if she was in pain.
Now he was assailed by another vision; it was of Lianne in her bed, coughing her life away. There was Roald, falling from his horse, clutching at his heart. He saw Jonathon, skating on the palace pond. He watched as his young cousin fell through the ice.
The Duke then saw himself, wearing a crown and sitting on the throne. People bowed and murmured to their new king, trying to rise in favor. A bolt of lightning and a small figure shattered that vision: Squire Alan. "You'll never win Roger," were the words that came from the visions mouth "I won't let you."
Now that vision was replaced with one of a distant figure. Roger saw the figure and shivered: it was a strange child. He saw himself face-to- face with Squire Alan, both of them had swords and they were dueling to the death. Alan raised his sword and shattered the vision.
All of the visions stopped. Alex and Roger exchanged nervous glances; they knew that Alan had to go. Cloey rose and curtsied.
"May I have my pay now? I believe that you promised me eight gold nobles."
"Of course you can have your pay." Remarked Alex as he threw a leather bag on the table. Cloey reached nervously for it and froze as a knife seemed to sprout out of her chest. She fell to the floor, stone dead.
"Well," remarked Roger calmly, as if it was the weather that he was commenting about. "I guess that there will be no need for my spell after all."
"It's not like she's a huge loss after all. Besides, she was getting on my nerves. Now you won't have to worry about your spell not working and we get to keep the money." Alex said, shrugging. "What are you going to do with that child? You know, the one wearing the crown. And Squire Alan? It looks like he's going to be trouble. That red head, the woman, she seems interesting. I wonder what she has to do with you."
Roger turned to Alex and said "I'm going to have to kill Alan. There is no way that he is going to get in my way." Roger inspected the seers bowl and chucked it skillfully at the mirror, shattering them both. "If your enemy gets in your way don't be afraid to kill him. Always remember that. As for the child: find it and kill it.
*~**~*
Alanna woke up to birds singing joyfully outside of her window. She hauled herself out of bed and got dressed. Just as she finished there was a knock on the door accompanied by Jonathon saying "Squire it's your overlord. Are you decent?"
"I'm always decent overlord," Alanna replied, it was a familiar drill. The door opened revealing Jonathon, Gary and Raoul.
"Happy Seventeenth birthday Alan!" boomed Raoul joyfully. Jon grinned and said let's go to breakfast and decide what we want to do in honor of this special day."
They decided to go down to the practice courts after breakfast and fool around for a little while until their duties called them away. Alanna ran to get ready because she had to go to Roger's magic class.
*The new training master should give us our birthdays off,* Alanna thought wistfully to herself. *Then we could sleep in and visit friends in the city.
The day passed in a blur. Alanna went to Myles' class and got into a debate about slavery with Douglass. She went to math and etiquette (I think that's how you spell it) and the day passed with not much anything of importance happening.
*Great way to end the day,* Alanna thought angrily. *I have to go to a stupid ball and Watch Jon and Delia dance. They'll probably leave together too.*
Alanna got up and left, thinking about the locked trunk at the end of her bed. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to go for a little walk in the garden.. (Read 'Winter Lessons' in "In the Hand Of the Goddess" if you want to see what happens in the garden.)
*~**~*
Gareth's legs were starting to hurt from walking so fast. Jethro, however, still looked fresh. He was chattering on about something, but Gareth was too tired to listen to anything he was saying. Jethro stopped so suddenly that Gareth almost crashed into him.
"We're here!" Jethro announced, looking pleased with himself. Gareth frowned as he recognized the servants' wing. It was usually spotless, now it was a mess.
"Let me introduce you to my friend Beth." Jethro said, waving a young woman forward out of the crowd. Beth was a tall thin sixteen year old. She had light brown hair, that time in this world made threads of it turn a pale grey. Her skin was almost white and her green eyes had flecks of grey in them.
"I'm pleased to meet you." Beth murmured as she curtsied. Gareth bowed in reply. She smiled and said "I guess you are wondering about my story." Gareth nodded. "I'm from Galla, actually I'm the prince of Galla's betrothed. I was born in Tyra and I've been here for about six months. I was put here by my soon-to -be husband's jealous older bother. He was mad because he wanted to marry me, but his parents were making him marry the King of the Copper Isle's youngest daughter. There's insanity in her line and her didn't want an insane wife. He always gets what he wants, so he put me here until he can kill his brother and his betrothed. I'm here until he decides he's going to let me out."
Gareth felt a surge of sympathy. He had heard tales of King Jacob of Galla's two sons. The older one was selfish and arrogant, while the younger one was successful and clever. The older one was also a great sorcerer, so it was no wonder that he had the power to place Beth here.
"Let me introduce you to a few others." Jethro said, grabbing Gareth's arm and steering him and Beth toward a man who was almost transparent. "This is Brandon. He should be around eighty four." Brandon nodded at Gareth. Jethro threw a friendly arm around Brandon that went right threw him.
"Please don' do tha'" Brandon said, his voice whispery. "I kin feel it yew know."
"Sorry," said Jethro sheepishly. "Brandon came from Marin. Nobody knows much about his past."
"An' let's keep it tha' way." Brandon growled.
Jethro shrugged and led Gareth and tag-a-long Beth to another silvery man. "Let me introduce you to Jaqunith of Rockwall located in Marin. I don't know his story either." Jethro slapped him on the back. At first the hit seemed to go through Jaqunith but it got stuck in the middle of them.
"Please remove your arm from my middle. It feels rather disturbing." Jethro spent the next five minuets struggling to remove his hand from Jaqunith's stomach. "Call me Jake." Jaqunith said after Jethro removed his hand from his middle.
Gareth frowned, tired of beating around the bush and said "Do any of you know how to get out of here?"
"Of course not, don't you think we've tried to get out of here?" Jake said.
"Does the gift work in here?"
"Yes, though it feels as if there is a dampener spell on."
"How many people have the gift in here?"
"Almost everyone. If you don't have the gift then you fade away within days. You're gift seems to preserve you for a couple of years. Why do you ask?"
Gareth smiled and said "I have an idea of how we can get out of here."
*~**~*
Author's Note: Yay, I got five reviews! If you guys want to be in the fic, just ask. I'm so sorry for the slow update. I've been very busy. Please review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Emily of Duranan: Good, I'm glad you like it.
Huntress Diana: Thanx
Ruthie Griffith: Thank you, I'm glad you like it
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, and Beth owns herself. The plot and ideas are mine alone. I also own Jethro and Anya, as well as anyone you don't recognize.
One Small Slip in Time
The sun passed overhead so fast that it was a blur. It did passed overhead again and again and again. Soon Roger had lost track of how many times it did that. Visions of what could have been and what could be flashed through his mind. Visions of the past moved slowly, as if they served a reminder of what people had long forgotten.
Men and woman fighting side by side in a mad rebellion against slavery. Thieves being brought to justice, and Lord Provost sentencing them to death. Homes being burned and lives were snuffed out. He saw children running and people dancing. Visions of important people discussing a law, or appointing new members filled the scrying bowl.
Now the seer was showing him flashes of the present. People running the streets and girl preparing to run away flashed before him. Things that were happening right now were filling his mind. Things that were so affected from the past that they couldn't be stopped.
Roger didn't have time to ponder why this was taking so long because the visions turned to many. They showed him many possible futures, to many. Cloey started to zero in on the visions he wanted, visions about him and Tortall. He saw a small girl, her face was covered by sun-bleached hair, hiding her face from view. She walked awkwardly, as if she was in pain.
Now he was assailed by another vision; it was of Lianne in her bed, coughing her life away. There was Roald, falling from his horse, clutching at his heart. He saw Jonathon, skating on the palace pond. He watched as his young cousin fell through the ice.
The Duke then saw himself, wearing a crown and sitting on the throne. People bowed and murmured to their new king, trying to rise in favor. A bolt of lightning and a small figure shattered that vision: Squire Alan. "You'll never win Roger," were the words that came from the visions mouth "I won't let you."
Now that vision was replaced with one of a distant figure. Roger saw the figure and shivered: it was a strange child. He saw himself face-to- face with Squire Alan, both of them had swords and they were dueling to the death. Alan raised his sword and shattered the vision.
All of the visions stopped. Alex and Roger exchanged nervous glances; they knew that Alan had to go. Cloey rose and curtsied.
"May I have my pay now? I believe that you promised me eight gold nobles."
"Of course you can have your pay." Remarked Alex as he threw a leather bag on the table. Cloey reached nervously for it and froze as a knife seemed to sprout out of her chest. She fell to the floor, stone dead.
"Well," remarked Roger calmly, as if it was the weather that he was commenting about. "I guess that there will be no need for my spell after all."
"It's not like she's a huge loss after all. Besides, she was getting on my nerves. Now you won't have to worry about your spell not working and we get to keep the money." Alex said, shrugging. "What are you going to do with that child? You know, the one wearing the crown. And Squire Alan? It looks like he's going to be trouble. That red head, the woman, she seems interesting. I wonder what she has to do with you."
Roger turned to Alex and said "I'm going to have to kill Alan. There is no way that he is going to get in my way." Roger inspected the seers bowl and chucked it skillfully at the mirror, shattering them both. "If your enemy gets in your way don't be afraid to kill him. Always remember that. As for the child: find it and kill it.
*~**~*
Alanna woke up to birds singing joyfully outside of her window. She hauled herself out of bed and got dressed. Just as she finished there was a knock on the door accompanied by Jonathon saying "Squire it's your overlord. Are you decent?"
"I'm always decent overlord," Alanna replied, it was a familiar drill. The door opened revealing Jonathon, Gary and Raoul.
"Happy Seventeenth birthday Alan!" boomed Raoul joyfully. Jon grinned and said let's go to breakfast and decide what we want to do in honor of this special day."
They decided to go down to the practice courts after breakfast and fool around for a little while until their duties called them away. Alanna ran to get ready because she had to go to Roger's magic class.
*The new training master should give us our birthdays off,* Alanna thought wistfully to herself. *Then we could sleep in and visit friends in the city.
The day passed in a blur. Alanna went to Myles' class and got into a debate about slavery with Douglass. She went to math and etiquette (I think that's how you spell it) and the day passed with not much anything of importance happening.
*Great way to end the day,* Alanna thought angrily. *I have to go to a stupid ball and Watch Jon and Delia dance. They'll probably leave together too.*
Alanna got up and left, thinking about the locked trunk at the end of her bed. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to go for a little walk in the garden.. (Read 'Winter Lessons' in "In the Hand Of the Goddess" if you want to see what happens in the garden.)
*~**~*
Gareth's legs were starting to hurt from walking so fast. Jethro, however, still looked fresh. He was chattering on about something, but Gareth was too tired to listen to anything he was saying. Jethro stopped so suddenly that Gareth almost crashed into him.
"We're here!" Jethro announced, looking pleased with himself. Gareth frowned as he recognized the servants' wing. It was usually spotless, now it was a mess.
"Let me introduce you to my friend Beth." Jethro said, waving a young woman forward out of the crowd. Beth was a tall thin sixteen year old. She had light brown hair, that time in this world made threads of it turn a pale grey. Her skin was almost white and her green eyes had flecks of grey in them.
"I'm pleased to meet you." Beth murmured as she curtsied. Gareth bowed in reply. She smiled and said "I guess you are wondering about my story." Gareth nodded. "I'm from Galla, actually I'm the prince of Galla's betrothed. I was born in Tyra and I've been here for about six months. I was put here by my soon-to -be husband's jealous older bother. He was mad because he wanted to marry me, but his parents were making him marry the King of the Copper Isle's youngest daughter. There's insanity in her line and her didn't want an insane wife. He always gets what he wants, so he put me here until he can kill his brother and his betrothed. I'm here until he decides he's going to let me out."
Gareth felt a surge of sympathy. He had heard tales of King Jacob of Galla's two sons. The older one was selfish and arrogant, while the younger one was successful and clever. The older one was also a great sorcerer, so it was no wonder that he had the power to place Beth here.
"Let me introduce you to a few others." Jethro said, grabbing Gareth's arm and steering him and Beth toward a man who was almost transparent. "This is Brandon. He should be around eighty four." Brandon nodded at Gareth. Jethro threw a friendly arm around Brandon that went right threw him.
"Please don' do tha'" Brandon said, his voice whispery. "I kin feel it yew know."
"Sorry," said Jethro sheepishly. "Brandon came from Marin. Nobody knows much about his past."
"An' let's keep it tha' way." Brandon growled.
Jethro shrugged and led Gareth and tag-a-long Beth to another silvery man. "Let me introduce you to Jaqunith of Rockwall located in Marin. I don't know his story either." Jethro slapped him on the back. At first the hit seemed to go through Jaqunith but it got stuck in the middle of them.
"Please remove your arm from my middle. It feels rather disturbing." Jethro spent the next five minuets struggling to remove his hand from Jaqunith's stomach. "Call me Jake." Jaqunith said after Jethro removed his hand from his middle.
Gareth frowned, tired of beating around the bush and said "Do any of you know how to get out of here?"
"Of course not, don't you think we've tried to get out of here?" Jake said.
"Does the gift work in here?"
"Yes, though it feels as if there is a dampener spell on."
"How many people have the gift in here?"
"Almost everyone. If you don't have the gift then you fade away within days. You're gift seems to preserve you for a couple of years. Why do you ask?"
Gareth smiled and said "I have an idea of how we can get out of here."
*~**~*
Author's Note: Yay, I got five reviews! If you guys want to be in the fic, just ask. I'm so sorry for the slow update. I've been very busy. Please review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!