AN: you know what? Writing freestyle is tiresome. Lol. Thank you all *sniffle* for the wonderful reviews. And thanks *slightly louder sniffle* for telling me how to do bold and italics… but I don't think I can do it cause *sniffles while blushing* although I complain a lot about how I have to write their thoughts… I'm to use to it. *goes to full blown sobbing mode* I'm sorry for the wasted brain cells in helping me with that but when I realized that I didn't want to change it I felt just a "tinsy winsy" bit bad. Once again… sorry *shuffles feet*. WELL now that that's over with I can go to the next chapter. *grin widely* How do people type more than 3 pages? My hands start to ache after that… I'll learn sooner or later. WELL ON TO THE STORY!

            Disclaimer: I will never own anyone that this wonderful author has created. *sigh* but wouldn't it be cool if all these pplz where real? *sigh* I bet there really hot… lol.

Chapter 7:

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            Diane walked in to the rooms she shared with Numair. "Hey Numair." She said getting right to the point. "I think I just saw something unusual in the hallway." She said as she sat down next the table where he had a book open. "Hmmm. What was that magelet?" He asked just then, looking up from the book. "I said" she stated exasperated. "That I think I saw something unusual in the hallways." He looked inquiringly at her. His silence asking her to continue, "I bumped into a young page, a girl. She didn't even notice though and kept on going down the hallway." She paused to take a breath. "So?" Numair said, losing interest. 'That isn't so unusual.' He thought blankly.

           "No, that wasn't the unusual part. The unusual part was when I looked at her she had this weird color of wild magic on her. One that I've never seen. I'm not completely sure I didn't imagined it." "That is unusual." Numair replied. "Considering that I saw something like that this morning." And he went back to his book. "What! So what are you doing? Shouldn't you go question her?" Diane demanded. "I need to do research though. And what I've found so far is very… intriguing." Diane glanced over his shoulder, looking at the old book in front of him. Her eye caught on an old legend that she faintly remembered her great grandma telling her once. It read:

            The Vampire- In the beginning, before immortals were locked away, before even humans walked intelligently on the earth. There was the vampire. Too powerful to comprehend, no one knows much about this being. It is believed that this immortal could have easily been a god, maybe the ruler of the gods. But he refused for unknown reasons. He walked the earth with only few of its kind. It is very rare to find a human that a vampire can mate and have children with. But if it does the child is always a catalyst and extraordinary. Usually attributed with either inhuman strength, or godlike speed. They have the ability to control other immortals and talk to animals they are closely linked to through wild magic of their own. This type of wild magic is only seen in these creatures. Though the young cannot control immortals they can converse with them. It is said that their race dwindled even before immortals were locked up. We do not know the reason, we know they have other powers but ca not discover what they are. We have lost too many already in this, they do not like their privacy disturbed………

            It trailed off there. "Wow, do you think this girl page could actually be?" Diane thought out loud. "Yes, I've was thinking of that possibility too when you walked in. We'll have to confront her." Numair said. "Yes, we'll do it tonight." Diane said. And they walked into the bedroom and started preparing to go to sleep.

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            Oblivious to what was being said about her she ran into the mess hall. Almost everyone grumbled at her. She ignored them and went to get her food. Lord Joachim said the prayer, putting in little parts to chastise her. It didn't work. She didn't feel remorse in the least. [For all the bruises they gave me I hope they suffered.] [You wanted to be a lady knight and now you grumble?] Said annoying. [You again? I thought you left.] [I'll never leave. I'm the stuff you want to say but don't, and if you don't say what's on your mind. Your mind will bug you. Was that a simple enough explanation for you?] Said annoying smugly. [Ah, just at least let me eat in peace… Please?] The please an afterthought to get her way. All was quiet in her head once more and she breathed a sigh of relief. "Why'd you make us wait?" said a boy, she didn't know his name though he was apart of the group, grumpily. She just stared at him blankly.

            "I had to comb my hair" Blake said sweetly, fluttering her eyes. The boy just blinked nervously at her, then broke out laughing. She was startled by the laugh and started glaring at him angrily. "What's so funny?" she said as everyone too started laughing. "Sorry Blake. Names Kelis. It's just that you don't strike me as the kind of person who worries about her hair." And went back to chuckling. Rolad noticed that her eyes had taken on a blue hue as she smiled suddenly. "I don't," she said thoughtfully. "Don't what Timid?" asked Mick, still clutching his belly. "Don't comb my hair." Said Blake seriously, but Rolad saw the amusement in her eyes.

            "You're lying." He said. She turned towards him surprised. "What makes you think that?" she asked looking up at him with wide innocent eyes. Rolad saw through this trick and said. "You know you shouldn't lie if your not very good at it. Your as bad in lying as you are in wrestling squirt." He said, wondering what she would do if he riled her. Suddenly Blake scooped up a bit of her mash potatoes and put it on his nose. "There." She said. "What did you do that for?" Rolad said, not really mad but definitely surprised. "I wanted you too look like the clown you are but there wasn't anything else that would stick on your nose." She said, all innocence. They all started laughing again, and this time Blake joined them.

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            "I thought I wouldn't have to do etiquette and that kind of crap if I became a knight" said Blake disdainfully. She had just finished her lessons and knew that she would dread them everyday. [I don't even want to think on all the homework I have to do.] [Did you think you would just learn how to fight and that was it?] Said annoying. Popping up in her head once more. [God! Why do you have to pester me?] [Because you have no one else to do it.] Said annoying blankly. As if this was the most obvious reason. "What you thinking of squirt?" said Rolad beside her. He was walking her back to her rooms. "I'm thinking how I'm going to finish my math homework. I suck at math." And she went back to her musing. Oddly enough she felt comfortable around Rolad. Like she didn't have to say or do anything at all but just enjoy his company. [You like him, even if it's as a friend] said annoying, actually serious. [This is…. nice.] Thought Blake shyly. "I could help you if you want. I can work with you in your room. Maybe the gang will go there too." Said Rolad. "That's nice of you but…." Blake said hesitantly.

            [Do it!] annoying said. [Don't you dare push him away or I swear I'll pester you ALL night.] "Fine, fine.." Blake said, not noticing she said it out loud. She also didn't notice the light that shown in his eyes when she said this. "Great, I'll get my stuff in my room." And he bounded off. She smiled softly, [He sounds just like a eager child.] she thought endearingly. She walked back to her rooms. She didn't know there was a tender look in her eyes. Someone noticed, and wondered……… There was rustling of wings and a small bird disappeared down the hall. 

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             There was a knock at her door. Excitedly she opened it, mentally chastising herself for being so eager. But was in shock as a young woman and the tall man from the practice courts before were instead at her door. [Oh boy, I bet I'm in trouble.] She thought nervously. 'Don't worry dear' Said Dahlia reassuringly. [Well, why else would they be hear Dahlia?] Suddenly the tall man said. "Who are you talking too?"

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            Numair saw surprise flash across her face. She was very beautiful; he wondered why he hadn't noticed it before. Her eyes were the darkest he had ever seen. He saw a flash of wild magic, copper but mixed with something else. He was instantly amazed. 'Could it be true?' he thought, his blood starting to run faster with his excitement. "Excuse my friend here, he seems to be staring." Said Diane. He could hear the anger in her voice. He looked down at her and smiled, whispering "jealous?" softly. She just glared at him more, till he bent down and softly kissed her. She sighed softly when the kiss was over then continued, "I am Diane, and this is Numair." "Yes", said Numair finishing her thoughts, "and we wanted to ask you who you were talking too?" He saw her eyes become black and closed, her features composed. "So you invited someone else squirt?" said Rolad loudly from behind them. He walked in the room aware that all eyes were on him. "Now would you mind if you told me what you guys want with the squirt here?" he said softly as he stood in front of her. 'This must be her friend' thought Numair.


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            She was reeling from one shock to another. [They could hear her talking to Dahlia?] And then [Why is he defending me?] She was confused as she saw him walk in front of her then stop there, as if protecting her. Feelings were racing through her, more then she could imagine. First there was surprise at him being there, even though she had been expecting him. Then there was shock as he walked in front of her and a little bit of indignation as she thought [I could protect myself thank you very much] But then, surprisingly, she felt relief and gratitude for him being there. It confused the hell out of her and she couldn't think at first.

             Numair seeing her moment of weakness softly said in a talkative voice, "So whom were you talking too." Still lost in her thoughts and new feelings she answered dazedly. "Dahlia, my friend." She snapped out of it and looked at them horrified for a moment. [My secret is blown!] [Might as well start packing now] said annoying. She nearly growled at herself. [Your not helping] "Who is Dahlia?" said Diane. "Yeah squirt, I don't see anyone…" said Rolad looking around to confirm his statement.

            She wasn't going to tell these people. [No way. They'll make me leave.] She thought. No one she had ever come across had her power and she considered herself a freak. When she was little and in the palace she would talk out loud to her close animal friends and when the other children had heard her they would make fun of her. She soon learned to not trust her supposed friends. They had betrayed her trust and caused her pain when they killed many of her animal friends when she had told them whom she was talking too. And those animals they killed were the closest thing she had to a family. Sort of add-ons to the one family she had, which was her mom. [I was young and foolish] she thought bitterly. [What, and your not young and foolish now?] Said annoying quietly. She would never let that happen again.

            "I have no idea what you're talking about." Blake said quietly, looking coldly at everyone in the room. "Whoa did the room get cold all of a sudden or is it just me?" Rolad said lightheartedly. "Now who is this Dahlia? Your imaginary friend?" Rolad said jokingly. Still he knew it was more than that. She shook her head in denial. "Look little one, I could make you tell the truth. I am a very powerful mage. And I will if you don't tell me willingly." Said Numair his voice echoing in the room.

She looked at him impassively. He sighed; he knew he wouldn't be able to force her. It was against his nature but he wanted to know so badly. "Look um…" Diane said. "Blake" Blake supplied her name. "Blake, we know you have some form of wild magic. We just want to know whom you're talking too. We won't tell anyone if you insist." Blake looked at her mistrustfully. "So you have wild magic squirt? That's cool." Rolad said putting a hand on her shoulder. She looked at him in that split second and he could see confusion in her eyes. Then they became closed once more. "I don't believe you." Blake said quietly to Diane.

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            'How will we get her to tell us what we already know?' thought Diane. Then a thought struck her. "I could tell you a little bit of what you are… if you confirm our suspicions." Said Diane. "What…. What I am?" she said. Everyone in the room could see that had struck a cord. She had always wondered because she knew without a doubt that Lord Ginu wasn't her father. She knew she was extraordinary and she didn't know why or how. She looked at her suspiciously. "You promise not to tell anyone?" said Blake, uncharacteristically nervous. For once she couldn't control her feelings, and everyone could see the conflict that was going on.

             'What has made her so distrustful of anyone?' wondered Rolad. She looked up at them, opened her mouth then closed it pointedly looking at the opened door. All in the room nodded in agreement and Diane slowly closed the door. Out loud Blake spoke. "Dahlia, you might as well come out now. I don't think they'll hurt you." You could hear the reassurance in her voice. Slowly a small green form crept out in the open from under her shirt. "Gods" said the three in the room. "Now are you going to tell me about what you mean by what I am?" she said. [What I am? What does she mean by that?] She thought she was only going to learn about who her father was but she would get a lot more then that. None of them noticed the fog slowly but steadily creeping in to the room……….

AN: I tried to rite for a longer time but………. God my hands hurt cuz I've been chattin wit 4 pplz at the same time while I was typing this story. It got confusing at times but… IT"S ALL GOOD! Lol. I appreciate ur reviews. LOVE YA ALL LOTS! P.s. thanks I found a use for italics after all. But lets see if it works first. J