Writer 2: Diiiissclaimer time!
Writer 1: *shakes head* You've been drinking Strawberry cordial again, haven't you?
Writer 2: How could I? It doesn't exist.
Write 1: That's what I'm afraid of.
Writer 2: *smiles innocently*
Writer 1: You should probably stop writing this.
Writer 2: Yeah probably.
***
When they arrived at the Inn Hanna cautiously tip toed past the kitchen up to her room, leaving the man, and Kali to talk about her Winding Circle, and begin a bit of her training. She was beginning to let out all her frustration. She was in a jealous rage, that this new girl was going to be a Mage, laid down on her bed and shoved her head under her single pillow. 'I have ALWAYS wanted to be a Mage, and what happens? She ends up being one, but noooo, not me. I'm just Hanna, poor boring Hanna. I'll probably end up working here all my life...' she heard a rattling from her desk. Taking her head out from beneath the pillow she looked at her desk. Her red paint bottle was shaking.
"What the..." she said out loud.
The paint bottle however, eventually began to slow down and stop moving. Hanna rubbed her eyes, and swung her feet down to the floor. She picked up, the small canvas, that she had been working on and placed it on her eisle in the corner of the room. Picking out the paints she needed, she dipped her paintbrush in the pale orange, and began to finish what she had started.
Hanna put the paintbrush down. She had been working on this painting, relieving her stress. She looked at the picture. It was of a great flame. She had spent most of the night, painting all the details, details even she didn't know she put. Pictures, in the flames. Pictures you had to look very closely to see. She looked over at the candle lighting her room, it was almost time for her to be getting up for her morning chores. Looking at her painting she decided to bring it down the stairs and hang it up. Hanna had to be quite while walking down the stairs, for they squeaked rather loudly. As she got to the bottom, she leaned the picture against the wall. Hanna tiredly put another log beneath the cast iron stove. As she watched the flames rise she had a flash back of last night. Her friend was going to be a Mage, while she sat here and cleaned. As the flames rose, so did her temper. She decided to start chopping potatoes for this mornings breakfast. She soon set about with a rather large knife in hand chopping up the vegetables. As she reached for another potato, she heard a small noise. The noise of a man breathing. She still didn't quite have all the lights on, so she really could not see past the counter upon which she was working, but she knew some one was there. As she rounded the corner, she saw the glow of a small light upon the wall. However, what she didn't realize that it wasn't a candle making that faint glimmer, it was her painting. She stared at the panting, and as she did, she saw the pictures move, well, pictures inside the flames.
Then she heard the voice of the Mage come from somewhere behind her,
"You know, your friend isn't the only one who has magic. You have it too. I'm sorry I failed to see it before. It's different than your parents magics so it was difficult to detect and you don't have as much as most others, but looking at this picture, I can see the magic you painted into it." Hanna's eyes grew wide. She was going to be a Mage! Kali peeked her head out from behind the older man. In the dim glow of the painting there were tear marks streaking down her face, but a happy smile was starting to appear and Hanna could almost imagine Kali as the girl she had once been, before the fire, before the magic. She smiled back at the other girl, her smile jubilant. They were going to be Mages together.
***
Hanna and Kali had left soon after the sun had risen in the east. The Inn keeper's daughter said a teary goodbye to her mother, and set off with her friend, and the Mage to Winding Circle. Hanna was sitting up front with the mage chattering away, excited as can be. He smiled as he thought 'She's as excited as I was when I first heard I was going to be a Mage.' But something made him look back into the carriage, Kali was sitting in the corner of the cart, knee's pulled up to her chin. ' Hanna follwed the Mage's gaze to the young girl in the back. She quickly climbed over the seat to see what was wrong with her. Kali looked up when Hanna spoke, "Kali, what's wrong?" she sighed before she spoke,
"I know I should be over the fact that I've been abandoned, but leaving them here, without saying goodbye is really difficult."
The black haired girl turned her head towards the house they were stopped in front of. Hanna looked and saw a couple of younger kids playing in the yard. One had a couple of burn scars on him. They looked up at the stopped carriage, and Hanna suddenly knew what Kali was talking about. This war house they were stopped right in front of it, and she couldn't bare to look her siblings in the eye. However, her little brother was more than willing to say hi. He ambled over on his short little legs and pointed at Kali's head,
"Kali!" he said excitedly.
Kali cringed at the sound of her name. He still didn't understand. She forced herself to turn around and look, there was the little child, standing looking as innocent as ever. She smiled, with tears in her eyes.
"Hey Brendan, how's it going?" Suddenly she heard the creaking of a door opening, and her mothered peered out, seeing the strange cart, the children, and... Kali, she quickly called them all into the house. Brendan however refused to go. He cried out Kali's name as her mother dragged him back into the house. Kali got one last look of her brother's tearstained face as the cart set off again. All Kali could do was cry from then on, and all Hanna could do was try and comfort her, but having never been neglected by her family she really could not comfort her at all.
The Mage looked back every now again to see if everything was ok, and the only thing Hanna could do was give him a small smile and continue to wait until Kali had calmed down.
(a/n Sorry about the spacing, but it keeps messing the fiction up when I upload it *sigh*)
Writer 1: *shakes head* You've been drinking Strawberry cordial again, haven't you?
Writer 2: How could I? It doesn't exist.
Write 1: That's what I'm afraid of.
Writer 2: *smiles innocently*
Writer 1: You should probably stop writing this.
Writer 2: Yeah probably.
***
When they arrived at the Inn Hanna cautiously tip toed past the kitchen up to her room, leaving the man, and Kali to talk about her Winding Circle, and begin a bit of her training. She was beginning to let out all her frustration. She was in a jealous rage, that this new girl was going to be a Mage, laid down on her bed and shoved her head under her single pillow. 'I have ALWAYS wanted to be a Mage, and what happens? She ends up being one, but noooo, not me. I'm just Hanna, poor boring Hanna. I'll probably end up working here all my life...' she heard a rattling from her desk. Taking her head out from beneath the pillow she looked at her desk. Her red paint bottle was shaking.
"What the..." she said out loud.
The paint bottle however, eventually began to slow down and stop moving. Hanna rubbed her eyes, and swung her feet down to the floor. She picked up, the small canvas, that she had been working on and placed it on her eisle in the corner of the room. Picking out the paints she needed, she dipped her paintbrush in the pale orange, and began to finish what she had started.
Hanna put the paintbrush down. She had been working on this painting, relieving her stress. She looked at the picture. It was of a great flame. She had spent most of the night, painting all the details, details even she didn't know she put. Pictures, in the flames. Pictures you had to look very closely to see. She looked over at the candle lighting her room, it was almost time for her to be getting up for her morning chores. Looking at her painting she decided to bring it down the stairs and hang it up. Hanna had to be quite while walking down the stairs, for they squeaked rather loudly. As she got to the bottom, she leaned the picture against the wall. Hanna tiredly put another log beneath the cast iron stove. As she watched the flames rise she had a flash back of last night. Her friend was going to be a Mage, while she sat here and cleaned. As the flames rose, so did her temper. She decided to start chopping potatoes for this mornings breakfast. She soon set about with a rather large knife in hand chopping up the vegetables. As she reached for another potato, she heard a small noise. The noise of a man breathing. She still didn't quite have all the lights on, so she really could not see past the counter upon which she was working, but she knew some one was there. As she rounded the corner, she saw the glow of a small light upon the wall. However, what she didn't realize that it wasn't a candle making that faint glimmer, it was her painting. She stared at the panting, and as she did, she saw the pictures move, well, pictures inside the flames.
Then she heard the voice of the Mage come from somewhere behind her,
"You know, your friend isn't the only one who has magic. You have it too. I'm sorry I failed to see it before. It's different than your parents magics so it was difficult to detect and you don't have as much as most others, but looking at this picture, I can see the magic you painted into it." Hanna's eyes grew wide. She was going to be a Mage! Kali peeked her head out from behind the older man. In the dim glow of the painting there were tear marks streaking down her face, but a happy smile was starting to appear and Hanna could almost imagine Kali as the girl she had once been, before the fire, before the magic. She smiled back at the other girl, her smile jubilant. They were going to be Mages together.
***
Hanna and Kali had left soon after the sun had risen in the east. The Inn keeper's daughter said a teary goodbye to her mother, and set off with her friend, and the Mage to Winding Circle. Hanna was sitting up front with the mage chattering away, excited as can be. He smiled as he thought 'She's as excited as I was when I first heard I was going to be a Mage.' But something made him look back into the carriage, Kali was sitting in the corner of the cart, knee's pulled up to her chin. ' Hanna follwed the Mage's gaze to the young girl in the back. She quickly climbed over the seat to see what was wrong with her. Kali looked up when Hanna spoke, "Kali, what's wrong?" she sighed before she spoke,
"I know I should be over the fact that I've been abandoned, but leaving them here, without saying goodbye is really difficult."
The black haired girl turned her head towards the house they were stopped in front of. Hanna looked and saw a couple of younger kids playing in the yard. One had a couple of burn scars on him. They looked up at the stopped carriage, and Hanna suddenly knew what Kali was talking about. This war house they were stopped right in front of it, and she couldn't bare to look her siblings in the eye. However, her little brother was more than willing to say hi. He ambled over on his short little legs and pointed at Kali's head,
"Kali!" he said excitedly.
Kali cringed at the sound of her name. He still didn't understand. She forced herself to turn around and look, there was the little child, standing looking as innocent as ever. She smiled, with tears in her eyes.
"Hey Brendan, how's it going?" Suddenly she heard the creaking of a door opening, and her mothered peered out, seeing the strange cart, the children, and... Kali, she quickly called them all into the house. Brendan however refused to go. He cried out Kali's name as her mother dragged him back into the house. Kali got one last look of her brother's tearstained face as the cart set off again. All Kali could do was cry from then on, and all Hanna could do was try and comfort her, but having never been neglected by her family she really could not comfort her at all.
The Mage looked back every now again to see if everything was ok, and the only thing Hanna could do was give him a small smile and continue to wait until Kali had calmed down.
(a/n Sorry about the spacing, but it keeps messing the fiction up when I upload it *sigh*)