Note: This story is written by three people, so if it doesn't flow well-Sorry!!
Disclaimer: We sadly don't own any of these characters. They are the great Tamora Pierce's
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Then Numair gazed off at a spot that no one else saw, "Why didn't I think to cast a truth spell!" he grumbled," It would have saved us a lot of time."
"But then I wouldn't have seen that cool necklace of Alanna's!" Kel said, "What exactly does it do?"
Alanna replied, "It shows the true magical aura that things have-"
"Wow," Kel cut her off.
Numair broke in, "Who cares! Tell her about it some other time; we have a problem on our hands!"
Alanna rolled her eyes, but Jonathan restrained her with his glare.
"I think the main thing we have to do right now is worry about that fog and its sender." Jonathan said calmly. "Myles, go look in the records and make a list of mages who have dark green magic." Myles of Olau, Alanna's father, nodded and walked off toward the library. "As for this fog, we're going to need some serious mage power. Kel, go get whatever Master Numair needs to examine this fog." She made a face, but walked over to Numair, who gave her instructions. She then raced off to his room. "In the meantime," Jonathan added, "Numair, Alanna, and Duke Baird, please follow me into the next room. We need to decide what to do about this fog."
The office was round and large with simple fixings and a table at the center. Already sitting were Domitan and Sir Evin Larse. Evin smiled and stood while Numair gave Dom a questioned glance, then he looked at Baird.
"Neal?" he asked.
"He's still helping the last of the refugees up by the Scanra border." He looked at Jonathan who nodded.
"Get me Sir Neal, now!" Jon said. Evin stood and left.
Kel burst into the room, a look of outrage on her face, "You didn't tell me you were going to a new room!" She shoved the numerous odds and ends she was carrying at Numair, who promptly dropped them with a bang! They all glared at Numair, just then Kel realized that Dom was there, she grinned at him, He grinned back.
Jon called them back to reality "Now about that fog!"
"Maybe you should assure the people in Chorus that they are safe?" George put in. He was visiting the castle with Alanna for a retreat from Pirate's Swoop, but it looked like more grim work to him.
"But what if it isn't safe!" Dom questioned. Numair smacked his head with his hand, "I should have checked if it was safe!"
Jon glanced at Numair.
"That's your job, isn't it?" Numair blushed, and selected a small object from the pile of odds Kel had brought. Everyone watched him with interest and a bit of fear. The mage slowly placed the round metal pendant around his slender neck. Evin came in with a thin package under his arm. The paper and twine flew from Evin to Jon's outstretched hands. Evin gasped as Numair smirked and closed his eyes, beginning the spell.
Sir Myles choose this moment to burst into the meeting. He looked slightly out of breath.
"What is it?" Jonathan asked, puzzled.
"There's no such record of dark green magic in Tortall," he gasped, "There's no one on record with dark green magic in the entire country, but I did read something about there being lots of strange colored magic in Tusaine, though."
Jonathan looked around slowly, "Does anyone know of a mage in Tusaine?" Everyone looked Numair who was still trying to focus on his spell. Suddenly the bowl he was working in exploded, and Numair pounded his fist on the table.
"Now I have to start over!" he sulked. "I know a Tusainian Mage with green magic. I studied with her in Carthack. She's one of the seven other black robe mages, and she's certainly powerful enough to cause what's happening to us."
"And her name is..." asked Alanna, trying to restrain herself from getting angry at him.
"Hmmmm? Oh!" he said, "her name is Atrella Odhrán."
Myles dashed back off to the library.
Disclaimer: We sadly don't own any of these characters. They are the great Tamora Pierce's
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Then Numair gazed off at a spot that no one else saw, "Why didn't I think to cast a truth spell!" he grumbled," It would have saved us a lot of time."
"But then I wouldn't have seen that cool necklace of Alanna's!" Kel said, "What exactly does it do?"
Alanna replied, "It shows the true magical aura that things have-"
"Wow," Kel cut her off.
Numair broke in, "Who cares! Tell her about it some other time; we have a problem on our hands!"
Alanna rolled her eyes, but Jonathan restrained her with his glare.
"I think the main thing we have to do right now is worry about that fog and its sender." Jonathan said calmly. "Myles, go look in the records and make a list of mages who have dark green magic." Myles of Olau, Alanna's father, nodded and walked off toward the library. "As for this fog, we're going to need some serious mage power. Kel, go get whatever Master Numair needs to examine this fog." She made a face, but walked over to Numair, who gave her instructions. She then raced off to his room. "In the meantime," Jonathan added, "Numair, Alanna, and Duke Baird, please follow me into the next room. We need to decide what to do about this fog."
The office was round and large with simple fixings and a table at the center. Already sitting were Domitan and Sir Evin Larse. Evin smiled and stood while Numair gave Dom a questioned glance, then he looked at Baird.
"Neal?" he asked.
"He's still helping the last of the refugees up by the Scanra border." He looked at Jonathan who nodded.
"Get me Sir Neal, now!" Jon said. Evin stood and left.
Kel burst into the room, a look of outrage on her face, "You didn't tell me you were going to a new room!" She shoved the numerous odds and ends she was carrying at Numair, who promptly dropped them with a bang! They all glared at Numair, just then Kel realized that Dom was there, she grinned at him, He grinned back.
Jon called them back to reality "Now about that fog!"
"Maybe you should assure the people in Chorus that they are safe?" George put in. He was visiting the castle with Alanna for a retreat from Pirate's Swoop, but it looked like more grim work to him.
"But what if it isn't safe!" Dom questioned. Numair smacked his head with his hand, "I should have checked if it was safe!"
Jon glanced at Numair.
"That's your job, isn't it?" Numair blushed, and selected a small object from the pile of odds Kel had brought. Everyone watched him with interest and a bit of fear. The mage slowly placed the round metal pendant around his slender neck. Evin came in with a thin package under his arm. The paper and twine flew from Evin to Jon's outstretched hands. Evin gasped as Numair smirked and closed his eyes, beginning the spell.
Sir Myles choose this moment to burst into the meeting. He looked slightly out of breath.
"What is it?" Jonathan asked, puzzled.
"There's no such record of dark green magic in Tortall," he gasped, "There's no one on record with dark green magic in the entire country, but I did read something about there being lots of strange colored magic in Tusaine, though."
Jonathan looked around slowly, "Does anyone know of a mage in Tusaine?" Everyone looked Numair who was still trying to focus on his spell. Suddenly the bowl he was working in exploded, and Numair pounded his fist on the table.
"Now I have to start over!" he sulked. "I know a Tusainian Mage with green magic. I studied with her in Carthack. She's one of the seven other black robe mages, and she's certainly powerful enough to cause what's happening to us."
"And her name is..." asked Alanna, trying to restrain herself from getting angry at him.
"Hmmmm? Oh!" he said, "her name is Atrella Odhrán."
Myles dashed back off to the library.