OK.I fibbed..someone will die in the next chapter..I wanted to put his one
in cause....well read and you will know....
Chapter 11
"Are you sure this plan will work?" Maeve whispered into Sinbad's ear. She was lying with her back to his chest, staring out at the ocean, with in a short while will be their battleground.
"I have no idea if it will work. What about the spell, is that going to work?" Sinbad answered as he broke his attention on the calming water to the red head in his arms.
"I have absolutely no idea." She turned her head to look into his eyes.
"Well there is no need to break tradition. What fun would we have if we knew we were going to win?" He gave her smile that melted her heart. He used his index finger to trace her face; we wanted to remember just as she was, just in case.
He pulled her back into his arms and she positioned herself back onto his chest watching the moonlight dance on the waves. Most of the palace was asleep, including the guards, preparing for tomorrow. However, neither captain or sorceress could sleep, but they never could before any pre- empted battle.
They would always find each other, talk the night away. This night meant more though. They did not spend most of it waltzing around what they wanted to say or brushing up against each other to feel a small fraction of totality. This night was full of honesty, full of love and full of peace. They knew the moment the sun peaked the horizon.....that it all could be gone just as quickly as it came.
*****
The wind was frosty and gave Shalice a shot of the shivers. The sun had not come yet. They were using darkness to cloak them as they brought the plan to action. The shivering did not help the twinges of pain she felt from her sensitive wound. She was not ready to go into battle. The mind was filled with disdain for all those on the boat. She agreed to this because she knew it was this or misery, but now she was wondering what this day would bring.
This plan, it could and in all probability will go wrong in many ways. She sat at the end of the boat with the others. She watched their behavior. Sinbad and his crew with Maeve by his side, she thought she really include Maeve as a member of that crew. She was not foolish; she knew the moment this was over her instructor would be done with her responsibility, with Cestria Island and be right back setting sail with The Nomad and her captain.
She did not blame Maeve for the decision, just for not admitting it. She knew Maeve's heart was always in some distant place, a place even she did not know. That was of course until The Nomad ventured to the island, and she knew her teacher found her home again.
Nevertheless, she should have said SOMETHING. Deora may be her confidant, but Shalice was her student and it was not right her leaving without some consideration for the apprentice she was leaving behind.
'Must I be this selfish?' Shalice thought as she saw Maeve lean her head onto her brother's shoulder. Shalice knew anger towards Maeve was pure self-interest. Maeve deserved to be happy, to be home, and she never saw Maeve's eyes light up as much as they had since her mates came to the island. Shalice knew where Maeve truly belonged; she would miss her teacher though.
She turned her attention to Toris and Deora, with their clasped hands. The great prince of Cestria was nothing more than a man torn apart. She had grown up with him, the royal family was the family she never had, and this plan scared the wits out of her. Now he sat with the woman he loves hand holding his own. His mother, who knows her condition, for all they knew they could be trying to rescue a corpse. Vexicus does not want to kill him, he wants him to kill himself. And if anything happens to these women, the last of his family, he will do just that.
Shalice could not bear to look at the sight that just let out a sleepy sigh at the center of the boat's floor. Mailadine, this was the first time she had slept since her mother's abduction. The sadness that filled Shalice's heart overflowed to her tears. She was not ready for a battle, or for this spell.
It seemed almost outlandish, to send a child to battle. However, a spell so powerful needed all the power it could obtain. A woman who had to finish her own training due to her guide's disappearance, a witch who's memory only resurfaced not too long ago, an injured skeptical apprentice and a child. They were the lot that would finish the battle, no matter what the consequences.
She watched as they neared the other boat, and Deora stood up to get on. Members of Sinbad's crew were all in their designated boats. The one Deora was to get on would transport her to the island, and the men would take their marks. Each boat positioned to surround the island, to trap Vexicus' army.
The boat they were on though had a different destination. Toris guiding it through memories of their childhood visits to Panthera. As they reached close enough to land, the beginning of their plan was now in effect. Each of them jumped into the water; Shalice on Doubar's back and Maila on Rongar's since neither one were strong enough to swim the distance. With a quick whispered incantation, and the wave of Maeve's hand, the boat disappeared into the mist of the night.
The water was colder than the air, and Shalice felt it. She did not know how much longer she could hold on before.....She did not have to answer herself as she felt Doubar pull her out of the water.
They had swam inside the cavern to avoid being seen by Vexicus' men who were already on the island. Shalice remembered as children Toris and herself getting lost and finding the hidden 'Bat room' as they called it due to the overpopulation of flying rodents. They had seen the light come from under the water hole and found the opening to the outside. She never dreamed they would ever come back to use the room, never dreamed of the reason why. The cavern itself was not enormous, not as large as the one's on Cestria, but to Shalice's tired body it was a tower of pain.
Maila was now awake, but she was not scared. It was amazing that a child could be so brave, when other adults were so frightened. But Maila was still a child. She needed to hold someone's hand through the caves, and slept while they planned on the boat. She was a little girl who knew that if she wanted her Mother back she would need to fight. A child who would do anything for her family, with an innocence that brought light to so many, was about to take on the primary threat to the peace of her home.
They reached the main gap in the cavern's apex. Maeve and Bryn began preparing the spell. Firouz set some trappings and sticks that made similar blast to the potion with the Bastic root. The other men discussed where everyone would hide to when Deora meets with Vexicus.
Shalice stayed in a corner, as she listened to Mailadine speak of all the things she wanted to do once the battle was over. She grabbed the child and wrapped her arms around her. She said a prayer, if nothing else was to go right that day, let the child be spared. She deserved to truly live, before she died.
As the sun reached the horizon and light entered the apex everyone simultaneously halted their work and discussions, the sun signaled that all the planning they did was about to be executed, good or bad, the end was near.
*****
I added this chapter for plot purposes, but the next two chapters will be my final chapters, and they should be posted in the next day or so (excluding an Epilogue, I'm still thinking about that)...anyway you know what to do from here...thanks everyone...
Chapter 11
"Are you sure this plan will work?" Maeve whispered into Sinbad's ear. She was lying with her back to his chest, staring out at the ocean, with in a short while will be their battleground.
"I have no idea if it will work. What about the spell, is that going to work?" Sinbad answered as he broke his attention on the calming water to the red head in his arms.
"I have absolutely no idea." She turned her head to look into his eyes.
"Well there is no need to break tradition. What fun would we have if we knew we were going to win?" He gave her smile that melted her heart. He used his index finger to trace her face; we wanted to remember just as she was, just in case.
He pulled her back into his arms and she positioned herself back onto his chest watching the moonlight dance on the waves. Most of the palace was asleep, including the guards, preparing for tomorrow. However, neither captain or sorceress could sleep, but they never could before any pre- empted battle.
They would always find each other, talk the night away. This night meant more though. They did not spend most of it waltzing around what they wanted to say or brushing up against each other to feel a small fraction of totality. This night was full of honesty, full of love and full of peace. They knew the moment the sun peaked the horizon.....that it all could be gone just as quickly as it came.
*****
The wind was frosty and gave Shalice a shot of the shivers. The sun had not come yet. They were using darkness to cloak them as they brought the plan to action. The shivering did not help the twinges of pain she felt from her sensitive wound. She was not ready to go into battle. The mind was filled with disdain for all those on the boat. She agreed to this because she knew it was this or misery, but now she was wondering what this day would bring.
This plan, it could and in all probability will go wrong in many ways. She sat at the end of the boat with the others. She watched their behavior. Sinbad and his crew with Maeve by his side, she thought she really include Maeve as a member of that crew. She was not foolish; she knew the moment this was over her instructor would be done with her responsibility, with Cestria Island and be right back setting sail with The Nomad and her captain.
She did not blame Maeve for the decision, just for not admitting it. She knew Maeve's heart was always in some distant place, a place even she did not know. That was of course until The Nomad ventured to the island, and she knew her teacher found her home again.
Nevertheless, she should have said SOMETHING. Deora may be her confidant, but Shalice was her student and it was not right her leaving without some consideration for the apprentice she was leaving behind.
'Must I be this selfish?' Shalice thought as she saw Maeve lean her head onto her brother's shoulder. Shalice knew anger towards Maeve was pure self-interest. Maeve deserved to be happy, to be home, and she never saw Maeve's eyes light up as much as they had since her mates came to the island. Shalice knew where Maeve truly belonged; she would miss her teacher though.
She turned her attention to Toris and Deora, with their clasped hands. The great prince of Cestria was nothing more than a man torn apart. She had grown up with him, the royal family was the family she never had, and this plan scared the wits out of her. Now he sat with the woman he loves hand holding his own. His mother, who knows her condition, for all they knew they could be trying to rescue a corpse. Vexicus does not want to kill him, he wants him to kill himself. And if anything happens to these women, the last of his family, he will do just that.
Shalice could not bear to look at the sight that just let out a sleepy sigh at the center of the boat's floor. Mailadine, this was the first time she had slept since her mother's abduction. The sadness that filled Shalice's heart overflowed to her tears. She was not ready for a battle, or for this spell.
It seemed almost outlandish, to send a child to battle. However, a spell so powerful needed all the power it could obtain. A woman who had to finish her own training due to her guide's disappearance, a witch who's memory only resurfaced not too long ago, an injured skeptical apprentice and a child. They were the lot that would finish the battle, no matter what the consequences.
She watched as they neared the other boat, and Deora stood up to get on. Members of Sinbad's crew were all in their designated boats. The one Deora was to get on would transport her to the island, and the men would take their marks. Each boat positioned to surround the island, to trap Vexicus' army.
The boat they were on though had a different destination. Toris guiding it through memories of their childhood visits to Panthera. As they reached close enough to land, the beginning of their plan was now in effect. Each of them jumped into the water; Shalice on Doubar's back and Maila on Rongar's since neither one were strong enough to swim the distance. With a quick whispered incantation, and the wave of Maeve's hand, the boat disappeared into the mist of the night.
The water was colder than the air, and Shalice felt it. She did not know how much longer she could hold on before.....She did not have to answer herself as she felt Doubar pull her out of the water.
They had swam inside the cavern to avoid being seen by Vexicus' men who were already on the island. Shalice remembered as children Toris and herself getting lost and finding the hidden 'Bat room' as they called it due to the overpopulation of flying rodents. They had seen the light come from under the water hole and found the opening to the outside. She never dreamed they would ever come back to use the room, never dreamed of the reason why. The cavern itself was not enormous, not as large as the one's on Cestria, but to Shalice's tired body it was a tower of pain.
Maila was now awake, but she was not scared. It was amazing that a child could be so brave, when other adults were so frightened. But Maila was still a child. She needed to hold someone's hand through the caves, and slept while they planned on the boat. She was a little girl who knew that if she wanted her Mother back she would need to fight. A child who would do anything for her family, with an innocence that brought light to so many, was about to take on the primary threat to the peace of her home.
They reached the main gap in the cavern's apex. Maeve and Bryn began preparing the spell. Firouz set some trappings and sticks that made similar blast to the potion with the Bastic root. The other men discussed where everyone would hide to when Deora meets with Vexicus.
Shalice stayed in a corner, as she listened to Mailadine speak of all the things she wanted to do once the battle was over. She grabbed the child and wrapped her arms around her. She said a prayer, if nothing else was to go right that day, let the child be spared. She deserved to truly live, before she died.
As the sun reached the horizon and light entered the apex everyone simultaneously halted their work and discussions, the sun signaled that all the planning they did was about to be executed, good or bad, the end was near.
*****
I added this chapter for plot purposes, but the next two chapters will be my final chapters, and they should be posted in the next day or so (excluding an Epilogue, I'm still thinking about that)...anyway you know what to do from here...thanks everyone...