Jonathan, his coal-black hair now peppered with gray and white, woke up to a strange humming. He got up and walked over to the source of it. The mantle. He quickly swayed side to side trying to find out what was making that noise. It wasn't humming, really, it was soon becoming more like an eerie singing of some kind. His eyes widened as he open up the special engraved box that held the Dominion Jewel. He quickly picked it up and walked over to the window to see clearer, He was too focused on the jewel to bother lighting a candle. The voice grew louder, still singing and humming it's eerie aimless tune. It began to rise from his palm and glow brilliantly. As the voice reached a crescendo he noticed it began to sound like… 3 voices? Suddenly a bright light emanated from the jewel and he was blinded from the glare. When he opening his eyes he saw the jewel was…gone!
Had he not been blinded by the light he would have noticed the jewel quickly flashed 3 separate colors, blue, orange and green before splitting into three and catapulting into the night. The Dominion Jewel as they knew it, was gone. Jon ran off to rouse his wife and tell her. The whole incident was kept hush-hush, lest the information leak into surrounding countries who might want to try their luck against a now powerless king.
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What no-one knew was that at the exact moment that the Jewel split, 3 still-born babies were brought into the world, silent and cold.
A girl, living in a lonely cabin in the far northern reaches of Tortall was born without a wail, she was dead, but before her mother noticed a sliver of something flashed and buried itself in her skin, the wound healing itself immediately, leaving a tiny leaf shaped scar on her chest, almost as if it were a pendant on a chain. The girl's skin began to take a more healthy pallor and she began to wail, protesting against this cold world she had been born into.
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Somewhere along the River Drell in the far east of Tortall another still-born girl was born. This time there was a midwife accompanying the birth, but before she could utter a sound the baby awoke and began to scream. No-one noticed the tiny droplet shaped symbol that suddenly appeared on skin right by her wrist.
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Deep south, in the desert, a Bazhir girl was born, cold as death. The mother fell back onto her pallet, and the women birthing the baby began to weep, and blinded as they were from their tears, not a single one saw the tiny piece of something that buried itself in the baby's ankle, leaving a tiny pebble shaped mark. They were too overcome by joy as the girl began to wail…
For a brief second all of their scars flashed, then faded. The voices could wait. They had to wait, lest they consume the people that bore them. So unbeknownst to anyone, a tiny seed, drop or grain of magic settled itself down for a nice long, comfortable wait. Until it was ready…
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Hello. This chappie was all Keita's- I just changed a few little things. I'm adopting it. Duh. Ah well- You might have seen another version of this up (no, not Keita's first 2 chapters). Anyways, don't worry about it- just a mix-up, Lady Katherine of Heartspeak and I will each be writing a version of Gem Three. Should be interesting. Well, there you are. I'll put the next chappie up soon- again, it'll be Keita's- she wrote just the first 2 chapters.
See ya'- and don't forget to tell me what you think (review) - Anything!!!!!
~ladyknight
