Mental Chaos
By Winged Archer Hermia
AN: So you're probably wondering—what in seven hells* is this about? It's set after The Immortals (it could be after Lady Knight or something, just that Kel's not in it at all). Um…. It's a cheesy, romantic humor thing with weird twists… Can't say much beyond that, so read on my friends!
*Forgive my language
Chapter 1…Leaving the Palace
Alanna of Trebond sighed. What was he doing? She stood in the hall of the castle, waiting impatiently. Numair had spent all day in the bathroom. And what about their journey? It was scheduled for today.
He stumbled out, his hair pulled back. His teeth gleamed. He looked handsome in his silk shirt and shining brown pants.
"Why all this? No need to dress fancy," he joked, glancing at her plain breeches and white shirt.
"Oh, come now, Numair… It's not a party," she retorted. "It's just a ride to Fief Ratha." Now she joked. Smiling, she pointed an accusing finger at him. "You're just dressing up because of that Helena girl, I've seen the way you look at her."
"No. I remain faithful to Daine," he said, and his face was straight. "But we'd better be going now. It'll take a full day of riding to get there. Oh, I wish those Rathas wouldn't keep accusing us of all this tyranny and warfare…" his voice trailed off.
"All right, I'll inform the Wildmage we're leaving." She walked off.
Numair's face fell. He knew something was wrong; he looked at her and she was too young, too innocent, only seventeen. And here he was, already in his early thirties, an old man. She would need someone new… he sighed a little.
Meanwhile, Alanna walked to Daine and Numair's chambers and knocked swiftly on the door.
"It's open," called a young voice.
Alanna entered the large room. She saw Veralidaine Sarrasri perched on a chair, her nose close to a palace squirrel's. "He's telling me all sorts of things, Lioness," she said without looking up. "The chestnuts are hidden in his family's tree, it's amazing, but those birds keep taking it—oh," she remarked, blushing. "I guess I got a little caught up in talking…"
"It's fine," said Alanna with a small reassuring smile. "I just came to tell you—Numair and I are leaving now."
A look of sorrow passed over Daine's face. "All right," she said quietly. "Tell him I say goodbye. And, Lioness—" she added as Alanna moved to leave—"there's one more thing. Has he been acting… strange lately?"
"No," said Alanna hastily. She hated lying, but there was little she could do.
"All right," Daine agreed. "I'll see you, Lioness. Goodbye."
"'Bye!" Alanna called back to her.
Oh…what should I do??? Alanna wondered. It was so confusing. She couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with the black-robe mage. It's just a temporary thing. It'll go away—I hope. It has to. For Daine's sake.
AN: I'm so sorry it was short, I just really needed to stop writing about the palace. That's not really the point of this story. Encourage me! I'll write more if you do!!!! (Now I sound like a little kid whining. Oh well.) Review! Please! My goal for reviews is 5 right now. Optimistic, but whatever.
-Hermia