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.)
Last Chapter: As soon as she got to her room, the Dragon's Eye was srawn out, and she peered into it, reqesting a view of the Queen, but she recieved nothing. Instead, she saw the Lord of Pirate's Swoop standing, talking, and ordering around a few people, whilst he sat on what looked like a throne. Then, as if feeling her eyes on him, he looked right into Lirael's eyes. She screamed with pain as a jolt of electricity went through her body. The Dragon's eye rolled off her palms and dropped onto her bed, the vison disappearing.
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Lirael mulled over her thoughts as the groups of squires and knights set up camp at a small village south of the castle where Prince Roald and the mages were being held. What would the Lioness' deceased husband be doing alive? Or should she tell anyone about the vision? [More importantly, what does King Maggur want with me? Big deal, I can see into the future. What else? The Wildmage and Master Numair are at the border. Why doesn't he want them? Or whoever?] She sighed and went to go get lunch. The lunch was in a large tent, where she sat in a corner, where there was only another female, a squire as well.
"Hi." Lirael nodded. "Hi. how are you doing?" she asked, nodding towards the girl's bandaged arm. The girl, called Jamille of Olivine, was a dark skinned girl with black hair and yet, unusually contrasting blue eyes. She was the squire to Sir Nealan of Queenscove, {If he has another squire, correct me if I'm wrong, please.} and quite adept at the arts of healing herself. Lirael smiled, and she just smiled back, when the alarm call rang. Abandoning their lunches, they both ran out to their respective posts, and LIrel found, to her dismay, that the enemy was attacking their side of the village. Arrows were let loose, and the enemy was slowly decreasing, when a few knights on horses went out, and finished them off, but not before a secret group of archers let loose at the archers on the wall, hitting quite a few, including Lirael.
Then more waves of the enemy came out, and those who were uninjured were requested to go down and fight, whilst reinforcements arrived. Eyes flashing, she took flight down the stairs and jumped onto Mercury, grabbing her scythe. And exiting with the next group of fighters let out. The first few who attacked her were unlucky enough, and the next few were even nluckier. Slowly, the ground around her had less and less people, until there was a small cirle around her, in shich people didn't go into. She snorted and went into the fray, slashing and stabbing. Then she saw Chris, who was dueing with someone, being snuck up on by an armed knight. Her eyes widened, and she screamed. Emotions flooded her, and it felt as if something exploded inside her, something, like a bubble, popped.
Everything stopped. Literally. Everyone stopped moving, as if all of them were frozn and turned to stone. She looked around, eyes wide, and then at Chris. The knight was stopped in mid- swing, and not allowing herself time to think, she moved in, and dragged the frozen Chris off his horse. To add more things to it, she stabbed the attacking knight. Then, in the safety of a few trees, she looked around.[What... in Mithros' name did I do...]
At that particular time, a pillar of red light shone in front of her, and Shakith appeared. "Lirael.. this is your power. Now you see, why the King of Scanra wants you so badly, that they were to try a direct attack on the castle. You see through time, you control it. It is a skill you must learn to use by yourself... You must learn all these skills, to defeat the Chaos- supporter. You have more, but you must discover them by youself. I cannot tell you everything." Lirael looked at the Seer Goddess. "Wait! Please!" But the pillar of light was gone, and so was the woman.
Then, everything suddenly blurred, and everyone started to move, and they all looked around. Chris looked at Lirael, who had wide open eyes. "L- Lirael... What in Mithros' name happened?! We all just froze- I couldn't move.... I feeel like I'm suddenly so old...." She opened and closed her mouth, not finding the right words to express what she meant to say. "I- I..." But an arrow flew out of the foliage, and hit the tree behind her. She shook her head, but it felt light, and Chris watched in horror as her eyes rolled into her head, and she lost consciousness.
"Come on!" Alanna hissed, as quiet sounds of pain came from above, and she grinned as a very harassed-looking Keladry of Mindelan wriggled down a small hole. "Alanna, I know you want to save your son and everything, but do you have to take the most painful route to get there?" Alanna flashed her a devious grin, and walked swiftly, quietly, down the small, damp tunnel. "If the village sheriff's maps were correct..." One hand on her sword, the other hovering above the brick wall, she counted mentally, and pressed down on one of the slabs. Hard. It gave way, and a small portion of the door opened slightly- about a foot or so in width. Kel gave her a matching grin, and they went inside.
"We should be in the dungeons..." whispered Alanna, "So they should all be quite close by. Keep up your guard." Kel nodded, and using a shiny part of the glaive, she looked through a corner. "Clear. Let's go." Carrying the bag full of weapons with them, Alanna and Kel went through the labyrinth- like passages, and stopped at one portion guarded by soldiers. Sneaking up on the, they were down and out before any sound could be made. With keys... uh... borrowed from them, they opened the doors and went in. Gasps and sighs of relief sounded from all the prisoners inside the cells, and choosing carefully, weapons were handed out, and cells opened. Thom gave his mother a hug, and so did Roald, thanking her. Putting a hand to her lips and hissing, Kel motioned for all of them to follow silently.
But Thom stopped, and motioned towards one body wearing grey mage robes, lying still on one straw- ccovered floor. Alanna nodded, motioning for them to hurry up. She signalled to a large boy, who carried the unconscious man up, and through the corridors. However, once they got to the excape route, Alanna stood still. A few men stood there, with their swords drawn, and in defense stance. Alana drew her own blade, as Kel took her glaive up. But the sword fell to the ground wiht a loud, resounding clang as The Lioness recognized the all-too-familliar voice drawling out from behind the few soldiers. "Aye, Lass. Its me alright. Miss me much?"
A/N: Okkkkeeee.... VERY cruel, evil, horrendous, bad,malicious, mischievious, rotten, dreadful, horrid, horrible, rotten way to leave you behind. I'm so sorry... wel, maybe not THAT sorry. You guys haven't been reviewing! The evillness of it all!
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.)
Last Chapter: As soon as she got to her room, the Dragon's Eye was srawn out, and she peered into it, reqesting a view of the Queen, but she recieved nothing. Instead, she saw the Lord of Pirate's Swoop standing, talking, and ordering around a few people, whilst he sat on what looked like a throne. Then, as if feeling her eyes on him, he looked right into Lirael's eyes. She screamed with pain as a jolt of electricity went through her body. The Dragon's eye rolled off her palms and dropped onto her bed, the vison disappearing.
~~~
Lirael mulled over her thoughts as the groups of squires and knights set up camp at a small village south of the castle where Prince Roald and the mages were being held. What would the Lioness' deceased husband be doing alive? Or should she tell anyone about the vision? [More importantly, what does King Maggur want with me? Big deal, I can see into the future. What else? The Wildmage and Master Numair are at the border. Why doesn't he want them? Or whoever?] She sighed and went to go get lunch. The lunch was in a large tent, where she sat in a corner, where there was only another female, a squire as well.
"Hi." Lirael nodded. "Hi. how are you doing?" she asked, nodding towards the girl's bandaged arm. The girl, called Jamille of Olivine, was a dark skinned girl with black hair and yet, unusually contrasting blue eyes. She was the squire to Sir Nealan of Queenscove, {If he has another squire, correct me if I'm wrong, please.} and quite adept at the arts of healing herself. Lirael smiled, and she just smiled back, when the alarm call rang. Abandoning their lunches, they both ran out to their respective posts, and LIrel found, to her dismay, that the enemy was attacking their side of the village. Arrows were let loose, and the enemy was slowly decreasing, when a few knights on horses went out, and finished them off, but not before a secret group of archers let loose at the archers on the wall, hitting quite a few, including Lirael.
Then more waves of the enemy came out, and those who were uninjured were requested to go down and fight, whilst reinforcements arrived. Eyes flashing, she took flight down the stairs and jumped onto Mercury, grabbing her scythe. And exiting with the next group of fighters let out. The first few who attacked her were unlucky enough, and the next few were even nluckier. Slowly, the ground around her had less and less people, until there was a small cirle around her, in shich people didn't go into. She snorted and went into the fray, slashing and stabbing. Then she saw Chris, who was dueing with someone, being snuck up on by an armed knight. Her eyes widened, and she screamed. Emotions flooded her, and it felt as if something exploded inside her, something, like a bubble, popped.
Everything stopped. Literally. Everyone stopped moving, as if all of them were frozn and turned to stone. She looked around, eyes wide, and then at Chris. The knight was stopped in mid- swing, and not allowing herself time to think, she moved in, and dragged the frozen Chris off his horse. To add more things to it, she stabbed the attacking knight. Then, in the safety of a few trees, she looked around.[What... in Mithros' name did I do...]
At that particular time, a pillar of red light shone in front of her, and Shakith appeared. "Lirael.. this is your power. Now you see, why the King of Scanra wants you so badly, that they were to try a direct attack on the castle. You see through time, you control it. It is a skill you must learn to use by yourself... You must learn all these skills, to defeat the Chaos- supporter. You have more, but you must discover them by youself. I cannot tell you everything." Lirael looked at the Seer Goddess. "Wait! Please!" But the pillar of light was gone, and so was the woman.
Then, everything suddenly blurred, and everyone started to move, and they all looked around. Chris looked at Lirael, who had wide open eyes. "L- Lirael... What in Mithros' name happened?! We all just froze- I couldn't move.... I feeel like I'm suddenly so old...." She opened and closed her mouth, not finding the right words to express what she meant to say. "I- I..." But an arrow flew out of the foliage, and hit the tree behind her. She shook her head, but it felt light, and Chris watched in horror as her eyes rolled into her head, and she lost consciousness.
"Come on!" Alanna hissed, as quiet sounds of pain came from above, and she grinned as a very harassed-looking Keladry of Mindelan wriggled down a small hole. "Alanna, I know you want to save your son and everything, but do you have to take the most painful route to get there?" Alanna flashed her a devious grin, and walked swiftly, quietly, down the small, damp tunnel. "If the village sheriff's maps were correct..." One hand on her sword, the other hovering above the brick wall, she counted mentally, and pressed down on one of the slabs. Hard. It gave way, and a small portion of the door opened slightly- about a foot or so in width. Kel gave her a matching grin, and they went inside.
"We should be in the dungeons..." whispered Alanna, "So they should all be quite close by. Keep up your guard." Kel nodded, and using a shiny part of the glaive, she looked through a corner. "Clear. Let's go." Carrying the bag full of weapons with them, Alanna and Kel went through the labyrinth- like passages, and stopped at one portion guarded by soldiers. Sneaking up on the, they were down and out before any sound could be made. With keys... uh... borrowed from them, they opened the doors and went in. Gasps and sighs of relief sounded from all the prisoners inside the cells, and choosing carefully, weapons were handed out, and cells opened. Thom gave his mother a hug, and so did Roald, thanking her. Putting a hand to her lips and hissing, Kel motioned for all of them to follow silently.
But Thom stopped, and motioned towards one body wearing grey mage robes, lying still on one straw- ccovered floor. Alanna nodded, motioning for them to hurry up. She signalled to a large boy, who carried the unconscious man up, and through the corridors. However, once they got to the excape route, Alanna stood still. A few men stood there, with their swords drawn, and in defense stance. Alana drew her own blade, as Kel took her glaive up. But the sword fell to the ground wiht a loud, resounding clang as The Lioness recognized the all-too-familliar voice drawling out from behind the few soldiers. "Aye, Lass. Its me alright. Miss me much?"
A/N: Okkkkeeee.... VERY cruel, evil, horrendous, bad,malicious, mischievious, rotten, dreadful, horrid, horrible, rotten way to leave you behind. I'm so sorry... wel, maybe not THAT sorry. You guys haven't been reviewing! The evillness of it all!
