This story was written by three Tortall fans; so if it doesn't flow that well-sorry! We were passing it around, not writing it together.
Disclaimer: Tamora Pierce owns the characters, we sadly do not. Except perhaps for Atrella Odhrán. But then again, no one can REALLY own her…
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Myles arrived back in the room a little while later to find Numair working on his spell again. Myles tipped a stack of books he was carrying on to the table. Everyone reached out to grab one.
"If you could all turn to the spots I have book marked," he said with a sneer. Alanna gave Jon a puzzled look, then gasped.
"There's nothing here, it is all blank!"
"Exactly," Sir Myles replied "Everything about Tusaine has been erased!"
"Of course it has," Numair said, "Like I said, Atrella is a black robe mage. She's not stupid enough to leave information just lying about in the libraries about her. I've erased all the information about myself too."
Everyone gave him a puzzled look. Then Jonathan picked up one of the books, Great Mages of the Modern World, and flipped to the place where Numair would have been, and sure enough, it was blank too.
Myles gave him an annoyed look and said, "How is the country supposed to remember you hundreds of years from now, if all information about you is gone?"
"Well, it will all comeback when I die, of course." Numair said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Alright," Jon began hastily. "It's just a fog, and we aren't sure if it is Atrella. Do all you can to keep Tortall calm. In the meantime, everyone get some rest."
They left the meeting. Numair strode slowly to the stables. He caught a glimpse of Stefan the hostler before he dashed away. Daine looked up and smiled. She seemed calm, but Numair caught her glancing nervously around. He held her stare. She jerked, but he couldn't leave off.
"I hate it when you do this." she murmured. He let her go.
"It's just a fog… for now. Calm down" She nodded slightly, her curls bouncing.
"I think the animals are fine. She turned to the stables and the horses. Numair guessed she was talking to them when he saw some of the steeds, including Peachblossom, Hoshi, and Cloud whinny and nod.
Daine threw her arms around Cloud and stroked her soft flank. Numair seeing she needed some time to herself, left silently. He made his way back up to the castle slowly. It was completely dark now, a night with no moon, Numair thought. Darkness is in the making. He threw his head back and stared up at the stars. He was mesmerized by the points of light illuminating the inky blackness. As he was captivated, Daine came up behind him and said, "Just when all the trouble was dying down, something else comes up." Numair sighed, and nodded his head in agreement.
Daine slightly leaned on Numair as he embraced her shoulders with his large hand. They started toward the palace.
On the steps in front of a large door, sat Kel. Some kind of yellow feathers covered her eyes as she stared at the sky. Numair and Daine stopped, looking at her curiously.
Sensing them, Kel slid the griffin feathers down.
"It really is green isn't it?" she smiled. Numair nodded looking up. He didn't know why he still saw it as orange.
"May I see those?" he asked. Standing up, Kel handed the feathers over which were secured on a wide cloth. Numair placed the feathers over his eyes and looked up.
"You see it as orange?" Daine asked confused.
"It's very strong magic." He murmured. He took the cloth down and lifted his brows. "Kel, you…you're tainted with magic!" he exclaimed.
"I don't have magic." She said quizzically.
"Either you've got some now, or you've been spelled."
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Please R&R! we really appreciate it! Thanks to everyone who already has!
Disclaimer: Tamora Pierce owns the characters, we sadly do not. Except perhaps for Atrella Odhrán. But then again, no one can REALLY own her…
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Myles arrived back in the room a little while later to find Numair working on his spell again. Myles tipped a stack of books he was carrying on to the table. Everyone reached out to grab one.
"If you could all turn to the spots I have book marked," he said with a sneer. Alanna gave Jon a puzzled look, then gasped.
"There's nothing here, it is all blank!"
"Exactly," Sir Myles replied "Everything about Tusaine has been erased!"
"Of course it has," Numair said, "Like I said, Atrella is a black robe mage. She's not stupid enough to leave information just lying about in the libraries about her. I've erased all the information about myself too."
Everyone gave him a puzzled look. Then Jonathan picked up one of the books, Great Mages of the Modern World, and flipped to the place where Numair would have been, and sure enough, it was blank too.
Myles gave him an annoyed look and said, "How is the country supposed to remember you hundreds of years from now, if all information about you is gone?"
"Well, it will all comeback when I die, of course." Numair said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Alright," Jon began hastily. "It's just a fog, and we aren't sure if it is Atrella. Do all you can to keep Tortall calm. In the meantime, everyone get some rest."
They left the meeting. Numair strode slowly to the stables. He caught a glimpse of Stefan the hostler before he dashed away. Daine looked up and smiled. She seemed calm, but Numair caught her glancing nervously around. He held her stare. She jerked, but he couldn't leave off.
"I hate it when you do this." she murmured. He let her go.
"It's just a fog… for now. Calm down" She nodded slightly, her curls bouncing.
"I think the animals are fine. She turned to the stables and the horses. Numair guessed she was talking to them when he saw some of the steeds, including Peachblossom, Hoshi, and Cloud whinny and nod.
Daine threw her arms around Cloud and stroked her soft flank. Numair seeing she needed some time to herself, left silently. He made his way back up to the castle slowly. It was completely dark now, a night with no moon, Numair thought. Darkness is in the making. He threw his head back and stared up at the stars. He was mesmerized by the points of light illuminating the inky blackness. As he was captivated, Daine came up behind him and said, "Just when all the trouble was dying down, something else comes up." Numair sighed, and nodded his head in agreement.
Daine slightly leaned on Numair as he embraced her shoulders with his large hand. They started toward the palace.
On the steps in front of a large door, sat Kel. Some kind of yellow feathers covered her eyes as she stared at the sky. Numair and Daine stopped, looking at her curiously.
Sensing them, Kel slid the griffin feathers down.
"It really is green isn't it?" she smiled. Numair nodded looking up. He didn't know why he still saw it as orange.
"May I see those?" he asked. Standing up, Kel handed the feathers over which were secured on a wide cloth. Numair placed the feathers over his eyes and looked up.
"You see it as orange?" Daine asked confused.
"It's very strong magic." He murmured. He took the cloth down and lifted his brows. "Kel, you…you're tainted with magic!" he exclaimed.
"I don't have magic." She said quizzically.
"Either you've got some now, or you've been spelled."
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Please R&R! we really appreciate it! Thanks to everyone who already has!