Title: The Seer
By: Mizu-chan a.k.a Vannila_Fox

Disclaimer: The Song Of The Lioness, all trademark and related indicia are property of Tamora Pierce. ( The Immortals included.)

Author's Note: Now, a new character will be added in... she's partly who's the story about, btw.

Last Chapter: The boy, no more than sixteen, most likely, looked up, pale. "The Master- The- the- Rogue... he's, he's...." Alanna paled. "No... He's injured, isn't he?" she asked, with a quivering laugh. The young man shook his head. "No, ma'am. He... he, there was an ambush... and he saved... the whole Rider group, and the whole city of Helmsoft... That part of Tusaine is ours. He, he asked me to, to tell you that he loved you, and will be with you, forever. He also asked me to hand you this and say sorry to King Jonathan for not being to live." Everyone stood there, aghast. Alanna swayed suddenly, fingering the gold-and-amethyst locket. Gary leapt forward, and caught her as she fainted.
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Thayet patted an agitated Jon on the back as he paced outside Alanna's room. She knew he was worried, and shocked on one of his best friend's death. The young boy was healed, and was resting somewhere to be told of the details. Alanna was inside her room, with Duke Baird and his helpers. The salts hadn't worked, she was completely in coma. The door creaked open, and Duke Baird stepped out. "She is still the same..." Jon shook his head and closed his eyes tight. Besides this, she had an unborn child in her, and George was dead. He clenched his fists as tight as possible and turned around, to face a young girl wearing a squire's clothes.

He stopped, and everybody looked. The girl didn't bow, or curtsey. She just loked at them, with deep, incomprehensible dark green eyes. She wore no expression, and did not say anything. She must have been seventeen. Jon opened his mouth to speak, but the mysterious girl walked forward, and under a black cloak, a pale hand emerged and toook his, which she turned palm facing up. Another hand emerged, and traced a long line around it. Everybody felt some magic, and then the girl looked up and spoke: "I can wake her."

Thayet put a hand to her mouth, and Duke Baird nodded. Jon's eyes widened and he took the girl by the shoulders, and shook her. "Then wake her up! The child- it must- she..." Then he looked into those deep green eyes again, and closed his own sapphire orbs. "I'm sorry," he said, letting go. "Please, try your best... she's like a sister, a friend..." For the first time, the girl showed emotion. She smiled. "I will. But no one is to be in the room, but me and the Duke baird, please. If he can bear to stay outside, it will be fine." Jon loked at the Duke, who shook his head. "I will stay with the girl." Jon looked back at her. "Thank you, Squire...?" The girl's unemotional mask slipped on once more. "Lirael of Ellimere, your majesty." Jon nodded. "We will come back in a few hours time." Lirael nodded and opened the door for Duke Baird. Jon caught a glimpse of the stuffy room being aired, and then- nothing.

Duke Baird watched the girl warily, and then stared in amazement as soon as he saw her do what Alanna had done, as a page, for Jon when the sweating sickness had hit. She opened the windows, drew the curtains, and fluffed the pillows. The girl glowed a light spring green in colour, then a slight gust of wind blew.The Duke Baird suddenly felt energised, and he watched on in silent awe. The girl was glowing all green now, a mixture of lights and darks, and she was chanting something under her breath. Then Lirael extended one hand from her cloak. A small ball of light green formed, about the size of a gold noble, and she held it between two fingers. Eyes widening, the healer watched as it disappeared into the Lioness' forehead. Her eyes glowed a green for a while, before she woke up.

"Nghhh..." She opened her eyes for a brief moment, then shut them again. She was breathing normally now, and he could see she was sleeping a dreamless sleep. He looked towards Lirael, who's already pale face was now even paler, if possible. Her lips were slightly greyish, and her thick black lashes stood out. She turned to him, and in a strangely haunting voice, she gave her last comment before collapsing. "I can only push her greatest sorrows and worries for so long... she is a sad woman."

Lirael dreamt, she dreamt she was in the strange room she often saw in her dreams, the room with the grey and white swirled marble floors and white pillars with gold designs. The red curtains still were there, and so was the raised dais, where a small pool of water was. Now, she knew what to do, and walked to it, parting the semi- transparent red hangings as she walked towards it. Then, to her surprise, someone was already there. It was a woman, most definitely, cloaked in scarlet. She motioned to the seat across from her, across the pool, gracefuly. Lirael sat as she was told, and looked up. "Shakith..." The mute seer nodded, and she spoke into Lirael's thoughts. [You help the Lioness, the great Mother thanks you. She is her chosen one, as you are mine.] Lirael nodded. "She is a very sad woman, is she not?" she asked the goddess, in a tone that was made as if commenting on the weather, not choices of the great ones.

[You were not meant for this path... but you must go on. You have chosen the wrong thread of life.] Lirael, who was playing with the water, suddenly stiffened. "But, I chose.. and.." Shakith shook her head. [Everyone has either one destiny, with different threads going through different directions, but fall in the same place. You were meant to learn sorcery from the Mithran priests, with our guidance. But something intervened, and that thread was cut off. But you MUST learn, if you are to finish your journey.] Lirael nodded dumbly. "But, it was shining the brightest green..." Shakith shook her head. [That is because the correct, the real brightest one, was cut. I have to find out by who, but you will gradually know. I have seen it. But, now, you must go, daughter. I will be watching.] Lirael stood abruptly to run to her, and found it useless. "Wait!" But everything brightened.

She could hear voices, and murmurs, and birdsong. "She's awake! Call his majesty!" Lirael groaned. She should have known Shakith would see that. She would have seen her jumping across, so right before that, she had created the wall, and had made Lirael sit across the wide pool. "Lirael... are you alright?" She groaned and opened her eyes to the bright sunlight. She was in the infirmary. "Mmm..." There was a chuckle, and she opened her eyes fully, waiting for everything to focus. Duke Baird was checking her pulse, the king was just entering the room. Alanna sat at a chair across her bed, smiling tiredly. She fingered a red stone on her neck which glowed like ember. "So.. you are the girl my Mother was talking about? The girl who saved me from the Chaos- supporter?" Lirael nodded. "She talked to me... I was..." Alanna nodded grimly, but looked at the Duke and the King. Lirael nodded. "Are you fine, now, then...?" Alanna nodded sadly. "But... it pains me to know that... my child..." tears started to fall from her face, and Jon rushed over to comfort her. Lirael shook her head.

"What is done, is done, Sir Alanna... nothing can change what is in the past, except for the Dark God and his children, the Gods of time." Alana nodded and wiped her face. "You are aloof, Lirael of Ellimere, but sensible." [Not to mention, cold...] Lirael's eyes widened. The lioness...she didn't speak... then suddenly, more things were heard within her head. [She is indeed, aloof... but no feelings mean no pain.] then, in Duke Baird's voice, [She has magic... odd... new magic.] She closed her eyes and a better voice, a soothing one, made the rest dissolve. [My gift to you, daughter, to help. Use it wisely.] Lirael nodded dumbly, and fainted with the overcrowded voices in her head.

A/N: So, you know what that little button down there is? That's a review button, which you have to press! Pretty please?