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: "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.
~~~~~ Alanna mulled over her thoughs as she looked out the window of her room in the palace. It looked over the gardens, and Corus. Lirael had been asleep for two days now, and Alanna wasn't sure she was coping with her problems very well. But she knew she had to tell Jon what she knew. If he couldn't accept her- she could wait until giving birth, and leaving it somewhere where she would know he or she would live peacefully. Alanna sighed and looked at the blue and green booties she was kniting.
"Penny for your thoughs?" Alanna jumped at the voice. "Jon! You scared me, you know that!!" The king laughed. "That was the idea!" Alanna scowled and leant back on her rocking chair, and loked out on the scenery. "Jon, I have to tell ou something. But you would have to sit down." Jon nodded, and held his hands up for a while, until semi- transparent blue walls went up around the room. A warding spell. "I think I know what you're going to say, Alanna." Alanna nodded. "But even if I try to hide it- I know it has the gift, and..." Jon stopped her in mid sentence with a hand. "I know, Alanna. But you- we, shouldn't care about what people think. I- I- still hold a special place for you in my heart, Alanna. Just in case you still didn't know that... But I'm late for a meeting with Raoul. I'll be seeing you." He left before Alanna could register anything.
Lirael opened her eyes. She felt rested. And knowledgable. While she was asleep, she had a small talk with her patron. She knew her capabilities now, though... there were some things she needed to clear up. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. She was in her room, and in her nightclothes. She sat up to clothe herself, when there was a knock on the door. She forced her face to maintain its colour as she realised who the person was. "Christopher..."
The boy, about three years older, smiled. "You're finally awake, then. You had us worried, suddenly falling ill like that. I brought you something to eat. I'll wait outside, while you change." She nodded, and tried her best to make herself act per normal, indifferent and cool. She opened the door as soon as she finished changing into her tunic and trousers. The knight in front of her smiled and went in. "Are you sure you're alright?" Lirael nodded. "How.. long have I been asleep?" Her overlord shrugged. "Around two days or so. But, I do know what really happened. Everyone thinks its just a flu, but..." His tone was per normal, and Lirael had learnt to shield herself from voices, but she felt the flow of concern from Duke Gareth the Younger's son.
"You don't need to be worried. I'm as fit as ever, and I'll be going on with the lessons soon!" Christopher laughed. "Yeah... hey, did I just hear you call me Christopher?" Lirael fake- pouted. [Why am I doing this?!] "Chris." The older boy nodded. "Deirdre has missed you TERRIBLY as well, you know." Lirael smiled. "Oh... I'll be seeing her." Chris chuckled and nodded. "You'll be starting lessons later. Well, I'll be seeing you later. Father wants to see you. I think he's gotten a letter from Ellimere." Lirael nodded and smiled him off.
Chris was just walking around the corner, when he bumped into the lioness. "Oh, Aunt..." Alanna nodded. "Lirael is in her room?" He nodded and showed her the way. Alanna thanked him and walked briskly towards her destination.
Lirael had just finished making the bed, when Alanna walked in. "Lirael... We have to talk. Briefly, of course. I need to ask you... the Chaos- supporter, have you seen anything?" Lirael shook her head. "No, I haven't... but... I have a feeling." Alanna nodded. "If you see anything..." Lirael curled her lips up in what you COULD call a smile. "Sure..." She left, and moments later, Alanna followed. "You will be facing a lot of trouble, cousin."
Murmurs swept through the mess hall as Lirael made an appearance. She was halfway to the trays, when she was intercepted. "So... you're back, huh? I was hoping the Sweating Sickness had struck you." Lirael smiled coldly at the girl in front of her. Icily, she replied. "Surely, if I had gotten it, I would have given you some already." And with an un-ladylike sneer, she pushed past the visiting lady. "I'd watch your back, Squire Lirael... a lot of things could happen to it."
Jokingly, Lirael waved goodbye. "Same to you, I'm sure, Lady Deirdre." There was a glaring duel betwen the two, until a hand broke the path and tension. "Cool it, you two. Squire Lirael... Duke Gareth wants to see you."Lirael nodded to the page, who bowed. Deirdre sneered back. "What has the little bitch done? I hope you get a good punishment!" Lirael smiled coldly, and enjoyed watching Deirdre stiffen and look uncomfortable. "Why thank you." With that, she left, and proceeded to go to the Duke's office.
"Duke Gareth?" The older man nodded and motioned towards the seat in front of her. "Have a seat. I have a lot to tell you. Do you prefer me telling you the good, the unknown or the bad news first?" Lirael took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Please, the good first." Duke Gareth nodded approvingly. "This morning, a Priestess came to offer you something, but since you were asleep, she left it for me to give you. She says, she dreamt a vision of The Goddess and Shakith, the great seer, making, and holding a crystal towards you. The moment she woke up, this was in her hands." Lirael looked at the thing the Duke held, and gasped. It was a small crystal globe, clear, and yet... the images were somehow distorted. A great feeling of magic emanated from it.
At the foot of the globe, was something that looked like a dragon's claw, holding it. It fit into one of her palms perfectly. "And-" The Duke interrupted, "The bad news. It should be bad anyway, from my point of view, on what you'll be thinking. Your father has written to me, and has decided, that you are to be betrothed to Andris of Eagle's Gorge." Duke Gareth covered his ears and probably the whole of Corus and Port Caynn as Lirael screamed. "WHAAAAAT?!!" Duke Gareth chuckled, rubbing his ears. "Yes, Squire Lirael. You are. He is studying to be a sorcerer, I hear, and quite handsome, I think." Lirael was dazed. Weakly, she asked, " What's the neutral?" Duke Gareth frowned. "Maybe, it's more on the bad side. In two month's time, you go through your ordeal. Lilrael? Lirael? Lirael!" She didn't listen as she ran down the hallways, up a spiraling tower staiscase, and onto the highest watchtower.
In the watchtower, it was bare, a circular place about five metres in radius, and the only visible thing was a wooden trapdoor, which she came out of, and the stone railings around it, which reached to her stomach. The wind blew, and she fell asleep.
She was back in the room again, in the great Seer's room. She looked at her reflection in the pol. She was tall, and fit, but definitely not 'lady' material. Her hair was just past the shoulder, and was black as could be. Her face was not Tortallan, but more or less, Yamani- Carthaki. She had wide, almond- shaped eyes framed by heavy lashes, and her skin was dusky- not too pale, not too dark. With a start, she realised that there was another face in the pool. "Who..." She looked up. There was no one there. Even though the face was somewhat distorted, she could make out chocolate- coloured hair, and a well shaped face. "Chris?" She shook her head and looked up.
There still wasn't anybody there, so she walked around, and found a door. It was partly hidden by heavy red curtains, but she opened it, and found herself in a very strange place. It was a circular room, and the floor had runic symbols on it, which she couldn't recognize. In the middle, there was a pillar, and all around, there were diferent doors. She came out of a red and gold door, with gilded patterns. Across the room, there was a plain wooden door which looked rugged and like it would open into an abandoned hut. Then there was a silver door, with white flowers and orbs. There was a solid gold door, with heavy patterns, and a black door, with silver snakes. there were a lot of doors, and there was even one which was made out of plants, entirely, and another made up of what looked like clouds.
A/N: So, where do you think she is? Hee, wait until the next chapter. I'll update soon. Not to worry. Ask questions, and they shall be answered... in the following chapter. If you want to ask anything, just click on the button there.../
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: "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.
~~~~~ Alanna mulled over her thoughs as she looked out the window of her room in the palace. It looked over the gardens, and Corus. Lirael had been asleep for two days now, and Alanna wasn't sure she was coping with her problems very well. But she knew she had to tell Jon what she knew. If he couldn't accept her- she could wait until giving birth, and leaving it somewhere where she would know he or she would live peacefully. Alanna sighed and looked at the blue and green booties she was kniting.
"Penny for your thoughs?" Alanna jumped at the voice. "Jon! You scared me, you know that!!" The king laughed. "That was the idea!" Alanna scowled and leant back on her rocking chair, and loked out on the scenery. "Jon, I have to tell ou something. But you would have to sit down." Jon nodded, and held his hands up for a while, until semi- transparent blue walls went up around the room. A warding spell. "I think I know what you're going to say, Alanna." Alanna nodded. "But even if I try to hide it- I know it has the gift, and..." Jon stopped her in mid sentence with a hand. "I know, Alanna. But you- we, shouldn't care about what people think. I- I- still hold a special place for you in my heart, Alanna. Just in case you still didn't know that... But I'm late for a meeting with Raoul. I'll be seeing you." He left before Alanna could register anything.
Lirael opened her eyes. She felt rested. And knowledgable. While she was asleep, she had a small talk with her patron. She knew her capabilities now, though... there were some things she needed to clear up. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. She was in her room, and in her nightclothes. She sat up to clothe herself, when there was a knock on the door. She forced her face to maintain its colour as she realised who the person was. "Christopher..."
The boy, about three years older, smiled. "You're finally awake, then. You had us worried, suddenly falling ill like that. I brought you something to eat. I'll wait outside, while you change." She nodded, and tried her best to make herself act per normal, indifferent and cool. She opened the door as soon as she finished changing into her tunic and trousers. The knight in front of her smiled and went in. "Are you sure you're alright?" Lirael nodded. "How.. long have I been asleep?" Her overlord shrugged. "Around two days or so. But, I do know what really happened. Everyone thinks its just a flu, but..." His tone was per normal, and Lirael had learnt to shield herself from voices, but she felt the flow of concern from Duke Gareth the Younger's son.
"You don't need to be worried. I'm as fit as ever, and I'll be going on with the lessons soon!" Christopher laughed. "Yeah... hey, did I just hear you call me Christopher?" Lirael fake- pouted. [Why am I doing this?!] "Chris." The older boy nodded. "Deirdre has missed you TERRIBLY as well, you know." Lirael smiled. "Oh... I'll be seeing her." Chris chuckled and nodded. "You'll be starting lessons later. Well, I'll be seeing you later. Father wants to see you. I think he's gotten a letter from Ellimere." Lirael nodded and smiled him off.
Chris was just walking around the corner, when he bumped into the lioness. "Oh, Aunt..." Alanna nodded. "Lirael is in her room?" He nodded and showed her the way. Alanna thanked him and walked briskly towards her destination.
Lirael had just finished making the bed, when Alanna walked in. "Lirael... We have to talk. Briefly, of course. I need to ask you... the Chaos- supporter, have you seen anything?" Lirael shook her head. "No, I haven't... but... I have a feeling." Alanna nodded. "If you see anything..." Lirael curled her lips up in what you COULD call a smile. "Sure..." She left, and moments later, Alanna followed. "You will be facing a lot of trouble, cousin."
Murmurs swept through the mess hall as Lirael made an appearance. She was halfway to the trays, when she was intercepted. "So... you're back, huh? I was hoping the Sweating Sickness had struck you." Lirael smiled coldly at the girl in front of her. Icily, she replied. "Surely, if I had gotten it, I would have given you some already." And with an un-ladylike sneer, she pushed past the visiting lady. "I'd watch your back, Squire Lirael... a lot of things could happen to it."
Jokingly, Lirael waved goodbye. "Same to you, I'm sure, Lady Deirdre." There was a glaring duel betwen the two, until a hand broke the path and tension. "Cool it, you two. Squire Lirael... Duke Gareth wants to see you."Lirael nodded to the page, who bowed. Deirdre sneered back. "What has the little bitch done? I hope you get a good punishment!" Lirael smiled coldly, and enjoyed watching Deirdre stiffen and look uncomfortable. "Why thank you." With that, she left, and proceeded to go to the Duke's office.
"Duke Gareth?" The older man nodded and motioned towards the seat in front of her. "Have a seat. I have a lot to tell you. Do you prefer me telling you the good, the unknown or the bad news first?" Lirael took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Please, the good first." Duke Gareth nodded approvingly. "This morning, a Priestess came to offer you something, but since you were asleep, she left it for me to give you. She says, she dreamt a vision of The Goddess and Shakith, the great seer, making, and holding a crystal towards you. The moment she woke up, this was in her hands." Lirael looked at the thing the Duke held, and gasped. It was a small crystal globe, clear, and yet... the images were somehow distorted. A great feeling of magic emanated from it.
At the foot of the globe, was something that looked like a dragon's claw, holding it. It fit into one of her palms perfectly. "And-" The Duke interrupted, "The bad news. It should be bad anyway, from my point of view, on what you'll be thinking. Your father has written to me, and has decided, that you are to be betrothed to Andris of Eagle's Gorge." Duke Gareth covered his ears and probably the whole of Corus and Port Caynn as Lirael screamed. "WHAAAAAT?!!" Duke Gareth chuckled, rubbing his ears. "Yes, Squire Lirael. You are. He is studying to be a sorcerer, I hear, and quite handsome, I think." Lirael was dazed. Weakly, she asked, " What's the neutral?" Duke Gareth frowned. "Maybe, it's more on the bad side. In two month's time, you go through your ordeal. Lilrael? Lirael? Lirael!" She didn't listen as she ran down the hallways, up a spiraling tower staiscase, and onto the highest watchtower.
In the watchtower, it was bare, a circular place about five metres in radius, and the only visible thing was a wooden trapdoor, which she came out of, and the stone railings around it, which reached to her stomach. The wind blew, and she fell asleep.
She was back in the room again, in the great Seer's room. She looked at her reflection in the pol. She was tall, and fit, but definitely not 'lady' material. Her hair was just past the shoulder, and was black as could be. Her face was not Tortallan, but more or less, Yamani- Carthaki. She had wide, almond- shaped eyes framed by heavy lashes, and her skin was dusky- not too pale, not too dark. With a start, she realised that there was another face in the pool. "Who..." She looked up. There was no one there. Even though the face was somewhat distorted, she could make out chocolate- coloured hair, and a well shaped face. "Chris?" She shook her head and looked up.
There still wasn't anybody there, so she walked around, and found a door. It was partly hidden by heavy red curtains, but she opened it, and found herself in a very strange place. It was a circular room, and the floor had runic symbols on it, which she couldn't recognize. In the middle, there was a pillar, and all around, there were diferent doors. She came out of a red and gold door, with gilded patterns. Across the room, there was a plain wooden door which looked rugged and like it would open into an abandoned hut. Then there was a silver door, with white flowers and orbs. There was a solid gold door, with heavy patterns, and a black door, with silver snakes. there were a lot of doors, and there was even one which was made out of plants, entirely, and another made up of what looked like clouds.
A/N: So, where do you think she is? Hee, wait until the next chapter. I'll update soon. Not to worry. Ask questions, and they shall be answered... in the following chapter. If you want to ask anything, just click on the button there.../
