Chapter Six: "Arram Salmalín"
Laying on his back, Numair was asleep…dreaming dreams of the past, embraced only by warm memories…
"And what color robe are you?"
"None! Do you know how hot those things are?"
"He's a black robe, one of only seven in the world…"
The pictures swirled around his mind, mostly focusing on Daine's face…
"What has that got to do with the price of peas in Persopolis?…maybe someday…if you're very, very good…"
Images of his battle with Tristan Staghorn floated into his place…
"I think it's fair rude of you to turn him into a tree and not know what kind he is…."
More Daine drifted into his mind's eye…
"I hope you will think of a smart way to fight them. If you don't, I will find a stupid way…"
"I thought they'd killed you…I lost my temper…"
The outer Numair mumbled something in his sleep… "killed….me…."
"Taking advantage of-…and WHAT reputation?"
Still in asleep…Numair fought to stay awake. The sounds of a familiar voice but not so at the time rang in his ears…
"Arram Salmalín? Arram - come on. You're too far off. It's alright, Arram - it's safe -"
Opening his eyes, stormy blue ones leaned over his face…
"Numair…are you alright?"
"W-where am I?"
"Can't you see?"
"Daine…?"
"Go on."
"So many tortures…pain…my gift…"
"So you do remember… can you see at all?"
Looking up, Numair swore he was in his and Daine's room back in Tortall, until a soft, wet cloth was rubbed across his face. The cold water snapped him back to reality. He was sitting, still in his cell, but Daine was hovering just over him.
"I have to go George, I must avenge him."
"I know how close you were, but remember what Jonathon said? The AKT is dangerous, you can't just go out there. What if I lose you? You and him already said I cannot go."
"George, I can't guarantee I'll be fine, but I must avenge Myles. It's terrifying that the AKT got into the palace, close enough to kill him and cause us pain."
"Alanna…" But the knight was already off, Darkmoon's hooves clopping on the cobbled stones.
Leaning on the wall, George was silent for a moment, the gory mess of Sir Myles' room still fresh in his mind. Just like that of Lindhall's there had been blood everywhere. The book knight's head hung from a chandelier. It had been terrible. Sighing, the baron turned into the castle, Jonathon needed to be told that Alanna was off…
Authoress's Notes: Four people down… how many more are going to go?