A/N: *Shuffles feet* Fine...I've decided to write more...ARE YOU ALL HAPPY
NOW!?!?!?!
*Back at the Palace*
Tom starred blankly at the wall of Numair's study, waiting for the mage to come down the stairs. After his little incident in the infirmary, he had gone directly to the study, nervous that he had made Numair wait for him, only to find that the mage wasn't even there.
His hands had begun to glow faintly. At first, he thought it was just his mind playing tricks on him and he shook his head. But when he looked at his hands again they were glowing even stronger than before. He held them up in front of his face and examined them carefully. Except for the strange light yellow glow, nothing seemed different about him, except that he felt kind of funny, like he was being stretched out in every direction. He was about to pick up a magnifying glass and take a closer look at his skin when he heard the door leading to the study open and then close and footsteps coming down the stairwell. Tom quickly sat down on his hands and gave Numair an innocent look as he entered the room, "Hello Numair, I hope I didn't keep you waiting..."
"Not at all. Actually I had just finished breakfast when...Why is the seat of your chair glowing?"
"Um..." Tom was just about to come up with some random excuse when, as if on cue, Kel stepped into the room.
"Numair, there's something you should probably know about Tom..."
Numair looked up at her confused, "What in Mithros's name is going on?"
Kel sighed and explained patiently, "Tom has the Gift..."
"But how! I examined him a week ago and he was completely empty!"
"...well he isn't anymore...Show him Tom."
Tom sheepishly pulled out his hands and showed them to Numair, who quickly put on a leather glove and grabbed it, "Amazing...Tom must have had the Gift all along but it just now began to come out, most likely because of the prolonged contact with our world....This is absolutely fascinating...And I have never seen this color of magic before either! Extraordinary..."
Just then, one of Numair's gloves slipped and Tom's magic swirled into Numair who yelped and pulled away. Tom looked horrified as the mage began to rub his wrist, "Oh my God! Numair! Are you okay!?"
The mage looked a bit sullen and Tom heard Kel snickering from the top of the staircase. Numair looked up at her and scowled, "Yes, I am quite all right...I suppose I should have realized that you have no idea how to control your Gift...Here, wear these..." He picked up the gloves he was wearing and shoved them onto Tom's hands, "That should keep down the interference of your magic as we work..."
***back at camp***
Phi was so bored. It was already mid-day and there was still no sign of HaMich. It had already been two hours and she was getting impatient...not that she usually minded being bored...just being around about thirty bored boys, including a certain 17 year old who was trying to throw a dagger into a tree trunk and have it stick.
"Damn it!" Alex sighed in frustration as he went to pick up his dagger for the forty-third time, "This always works in the movies!"
Phi grinned and called out, "Too bad this isn't a movie!"
"I know that! It could be one though...maybe when we go back to our world I'll make a movie out of this and become rich and famous..."
Phi snorted disbelievingly and began to pick at the grass she was sitting on. She lifted up her head and looked around the camp. Devic and his friends were talking underneath the far tree, that kid she despised was wandering around in the forest...she paused for a moment and wished that he would get eaten by a bear, then continued... one boy was asleep in a hammock thingy while another was sitting in a tree with one of his friends.
She leaned back against the rock she leaning on and began to bang her head against it.
***Yet another view change!***
HaMich lead his horse down the path that a scout had said the King's Own had taken...so where were they? He had already been traveling for quite some time and was becoming increasingly nervous about the safety of his charges...It's wasn't that he didn't trust Phiona and Alexander...no wait...yes it was.
As his horse continued down the path at a steady pace he began to look for hints along the trail for the missing squadron, hoping to find some sign that they had at least come by this way. The only reason that he could think of why he couldn't find them was if the Scanrans they had been following had shifted their course and were heading in some other direction...What would happen if they ran into the pages? He shook his head, trying to clear his mind of all such thoughts and began to concentrate on finding the King's Own.
***Back to Camp!***
Darkness was beginning to fall and Phi and Alex were starting to get nervous. Where the hell was HaMich? Phi called in all the pages, even the one she didn't like...although not until after Alex reminded her that he was still missing, and they all started a fire and began to fix dinner.
Devic looked around nervously, "Where do you think HaMich is Phi?"
"Dunno...I'm guessing he hasn't found the King's Own yet though..."
Alex piped up, carrying a plate in his hands, "You guys should go get something to eat...and come sit by the fire before it gets too dark..."
The three walked back over to the flames but Phi and Alex only half- listened to the boy's conversations... from time to time they looked at each other, knowing full well that if something had happened to their training leader it would be their responsibility to go and look for him.
As the night drew on the talk grew quieter until only two or three boys were speaking. It was ten-ish, but no one wanted to go into their tents because they wanted to be awake when HaMich came back with the King's Own so they wouldn't miss anything. Phi had fallen asleep on Alex's shoulder but suddenly woke up as if she had been startled. Alex grabbed her shoulders and shook her completely conscious and she whipped her head around and starred intently out into the enclosing darkness.
The conversation stopped and Alex looked her in the eyes, "Phi...Phi what's wrong?"
"I heard...I heard something..."
"But...you were asleep...It was probably just a nightmare or something..." She nodded, not quite sure, and the group settled into an uneasy silence. Devic kept looking around nervously, as if he too had heard the noise.
Then, on the far side of the camp, where Devic and his friends had been talking earlier, a tall bush began to shake. Everyone whipped around and starred at it, reminded of Alex's story and fear could be seen in everyone's eyes, even Alex, who had made up the story. The boy next to Alex began to tremble slightly and he regretted ever having told that story in the first place.
The bush stopped moving, and everyone in camp held their breath, waiting for another sound. Alex was just about to say how silly they all looked when he heard the sound of hoof beats. Devic smiled nervously at Phi and Alex, "Okay, so how did you guys rig this joke up?"
Phi shook her head, too petrified to speak and Alex moved over to his tent . He got there and reached in and pulled out his sword. He came back to the fire and looked at the boy, "We didn't..."
Devic gulped and some of the boys reached towards their belts and fingered their daggers. Alex got up his courage, convincing himself that he was only nervous because of the darkness and that ridiculous story that he had made up and called out, "Hello? HaMich? Is that you? ...please let it be you..." The bush began to move again and slowly, several somethings stepped out of the shadows.
***Back to the Palace...Wahahahahahahaha!!!***
Tom woke up with a start, his head pounding. He rolled out of bed and landed on the floor. He curled up in pain and tried not to cry out, but as soon as it had come, the feeling vanished. He carefully got to his feet and looked at his hands. They were glowing an eerie pale gold, like the color of a full moon on a cloudy night. Suddenly a vision hit him straight on and he fell to the ground in shock and gasped. The image had only lasted for a moment, but the picture was burned into his memory and he would remember it for the rest of his life.
He sprang to his feet again and skidded out into the hallway, practically knocking his door off its hinges in the process. He sprinted down the hall until he reached the room he was looking for. He pounded on Kel's door, without paying any attention to the annoyed, tired comments coming from the near-by rooms.
The lady knight flung her door open, and Toby peered over her shoulder, "WHAT is the matter Tom!"
"It's Phi and Alex! Something terrible has happened..." He was about to continue when he went pale and slumped to the ground, unconscious, unused to the amounts of magic he had just used.
Kel picked the teen up and called for help. Immediately, Esmond, Owen, and Merric flung open their doors, which were right next to hers, all of them with their hair disheveled and Merric was even still carrying his pillow, which he quickly dropped. Neal was out of the Palace, otherwise, he would've been there too. Together, they lifted Tom off the ground and carried him to the infirmary. On the way there, Kel told them all in a shaky voice what had happened. Esmond asked what Tom had seen, but she quickly explained that he hadn't told her.
A/N: Oh my! I wonder what happened?! And only I know!! Wahahahaha! Did enough happen in this chapter for all of you impatient ones? Then again, more will happen next time, but I feel evil today...heh heh...
*Back at the Palace*
Tom starred blankly at the wall of Numair's study, waiting for the mage to come down the stairs. After his little incident in the infirmary, he had gone directly to the study, nervous that he had made Numair wait for him, only to find that the mage wasn't even there.
His hands had begun to glow faintly. At first, he thought it was just his mind playing tricks on him and he shook his head. But when he looked at his hands again they were glowing even stronger than before. He held them up in front of his face and examined them carefully. Except for the strange light yellow glow, nothing seemed different about him, except that he felt kind of funny, like he was being stretched out in every direction. He was about to pick up a magnifying glass and take a closer look at his skin when he heard the door leading to the study open and then close and footsteps coming down the stairwell. Tom quickly sat down on his hands and gave Numair an innocent look as he entered the room, "Hello Numair, I hope I didn't keep you waiting..."
"Not at all. Actually I had just finished breakfast when...Why is the seat of your chair glowing?"
"Um..." Tom was just about to come up with some random excuse when, as if on cue, Kel stepped into the room.
"Numair, there's something you should probably know about Tom..."
Numair looked up at her confused, "What in Mithros's name is going on?"
Kel sighed and explained patiently, "Tom has the Gift..."
"But how! I examined him a week ago and he was completely empty!"
"...well he isn't anymore...Show him Tom."
Tom sheepishly pulled out his hands and showed them to Numair, who quickly put on a leather glove and grabbed it, "Amazing...Tom must have had the Gift all along but it just now began to come out, most likely because of the prolonged contact with our world....This is absolutely fascinating...And I have never seen this color of magic before either! Extraordinary..."
Just then, one of Numair's gloves slipped and Tom's magic swirled into Numair who yelped and pulled away. Tom looked horrified as the mage began to rub his wrist, "Oh my God! Numair! Are you okay!?"
The mage looked a bit sullen and Tom heard Kel snickering from the top of the staircase. Numair looked up at her and scowled, "Yes, I am quite all right...I suppose I should have realized that you have no idea how to control your Gift...Here, wear these..." He picked up the gloves he was wearing and shoved them onto Tom's hands, "That should keep down the interference of your magic as we work..."
***back at camp***
Phi was so bored. It was already mid-day and there was still no sign of HaMich. It had already been two hours and she was getting impatient...not that she usually minded being bored...just being around about thirty bored boys, including a certain 17 year old who was trying to throw a dagger into a tree trunk and have it stick.
"Damn it!" Alex sighed in frustration as he went to pick up his dagger for the forty-third time, "This always works in the movies!"
Phi grinned and called out, "Too bad this isn't a movie!"
"I know that! It could be one though...maybe when we go back to our world I'll make a movie out of this and become rich and famous..."
Phi snorted disbelievingly and began to pick at the grass she was sitting on. She lifted up her head and looked around the camp. Devic and his friends were talking underneath the far tree, that kid she despised was wandering around in the forest...she paused for a moment and wished that he would get eaten by a bear, then continued... one boy was asleep in a hammock thingy while another was sitting in a tree with one of his friends.
She leaned back against the rock she leaning on and began to bang her head against it.
***Yet another view change!***
HaMich lead his horse down the path that a scout had said the King's Own had taken...so where were they? He had already been traveling for quite some time and was becoming increasingly nervous about the safety of his charges...It's wasn't that he didn't trust Phiona and Alexander...no wait...yes it was.
As his horse continued down the path at a steady pace he began to look for hints along the trail for the missing squadron, hoping to find some sign that they had at least come by this way. The only reason that he could think of why he couldn't find them was if the Scanrans they had been following had shifted their course and were heading in some other direction...What would happen if they ran into the pages? He shook his head, trying to clear his mind of all such thoughts and began to concentrate on finding the King's Own.
***Back to Camp!***
Darkness was beginning to fall and Phi and Alex were starting to get nervous. Where the hell was HaMich? Phi called in all the pages, even the one she didn't like...although not until after Alex reminded her that he was still missing, and they all started a fire and began to fix dinner.
Devic looked around nervously, "Where do you think HaMich is Phi?"
"Dunno...I'm guessing he hasn't found the King's Own yet though..."
Alex piped up, carrying a plate in his hands, "You guys should go get something to eat...and come sit by the fire before it gets too dark..."
The three walked back over to the flames but Phi and Alex only half- listened to the boy's conversations... from time to time they looked at each other, knowing full well that if something had happened to their training leader it would be their responsibility to go and look for him.
As the night drew on the talk grew quieter until only two or three boys were speaking. It was ten-ish, but no one wanted to go into their tents because they wanted to be awake when HaMich came back with the King's Own so they wouldn't miss anything. Phi had fallen asleep on Alex's shoulder but suddenly woke up as if she had been startled. Alex grabbed her shoulders and shook her completely conscious and she whipped her head around and starred intently out into the enclosing darkness.
The conversation stopped and Alex looked her in the eyes, "Phi...Phi what's wrong?"
"I heard...I heard something..."
"But...you were asleep...It was probably just a nightmare or something..." She nodded, not quite sure, and the group settled into an uneasy silence. Devic kept looking around nervously, as if he too had heard the noise.
Then, on the far side of the camp, where Devic and his friends had been talking earlier, a tall bush began to shake. Everyone whipped around and starred at it, reminded of Alex's story and fear could be seen in everyone's eyes, even Alex, who had made up the story. The boy next to Alex began to tremble slightly and he regretted ever having told that story in the first place.
The bush stopped moving, and everyone in camp held their breath, waiting for another sound. Alex was just about to say how silly they all looked when he heard the sound of hoof beats. Devic smiled nervously at Phi and Alex, "Okay, so how did you guys rig this joke up?"
Phi shook her head, too petrified to speak and Alex moved over to his tent . He got there and reached in and pulled out his sword. He came back to the fire and looked at the boy, "We didn't..."
Devic gulped and some of the boys reached towards their belts and fingered their daggers. Alex got up his courage, convincing himself that he was only nervous because of the darkness and that ridiculous story that he had made up and called out, "Hello? HaMich? Is that you? ...please let it be you..." The bush began to move again and slowly, several somethings stepped out of the shadows.
***Back to the Palace...Wahahahahahahaha!!!***
Tom woke up with a start, his head pounding. He rolled out of bed and landed on the floor. He curled up in pain and tried not to cry out, but as soon as it had come, the feeling vanished. He carefully got to his feet and looked at his hands. They were glowing an eerie pale gold, like the color of a full moon on a cloudy night. Suddenly a vision hit him straight on and he fell to the ground in shock and gasped. The image had only lasted for a moment, but the picture was burned into his memory and he would remember it for the rest of his life.
He sprang to his feet again and skidded out into the hallway, practically knocking his door off its hinges in the process. He sprinted down the hall until he reached the room he was looking for. He pounded on Kel's door, without paying any attention to the annoyed, tired comments coming from the near-by rooms.
The lady knight flung her door open, and Toby peered over her shoulder, "WHAT is the matter Tom!"
"It's Phi and Alex! Something terrible has happened..." He was about to continue when he went pale and slumped to the ground, unconscious, unused to the amounts of magic he had just used.
Kel picked the teen up and called for help. Immediately, Esmond, Owen, and Merric flung open their doors, which were right next to hers, all of them with their hair disheveled and Merric was even still carrying his pillow, which he quickly dropped. Neal was out of the Palace, otherwise, he would've been there too. Together, they lifted Tom off the ground and carried him to the infirmary. On the way there, Kel told them all in a shaky voice what had happened. Esmond asked what Tom had seen, but she quickly explained that he hadn't told her.
A/N: Oh my! I wonder what happened?! And only I know!! Wahahahaha! Did enough happen in this chapter for all of you impatient ones? Then again, more will happen next time, but I feel evil today...heh heh...
