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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Kel stared at him stupidly, "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.
"It means that someone has cast a spell on you," Numair said, "Have you let down your guard recently, slept outside in the woods all alone?"
"Of course not!" Kel yelled. "I'm a knight."
That doesn't matter Numair," Daine cut in, "We need to find out what it is, and take it off."
'Numair, hurry up!" Kel said, "What is it doing to me?"
Numair raised his hands and put them between her head and his magic pulsed between them. "It's a tracing spell," he said when he was done. "A tracing spell cast with dark green magic."
"What!" Kel roared, "Get it off me!"
"Before I do that, I want to find out where it is being traced from," Numair explained.
"Fine! But hurry!" Kel yelled, while Daine tried to calm her. Once again Numair raised his hands. Black fire was building around his fingers, dancing in the starlight. He flicked his pointer fingers at Kel, but nothing happened.
'Strange," Numair muttered, "Very strange," for the second time that day.
"What?" Kel and Daine said in unison.
"Something deflected my spell, something very powerful..." his voice trailed off. "Let me try again." The fire built up in his hands, and Daine had to turn away from its brilliance. Numair made a violent flicking motion, and the magic exploded in his face, and his world went black!
"How is he?"
"Fine, but that was quite a blow."
"You'd think, he's been asleep for three days!"
"Long enough for me to return though."
Numair's eyes flicked open at this point.
"Three days?" he croaked.
"He's awake! Get Daine!" someone shouted. A man strode over. He was dressed in travel clothes and still wore a ration sack girdled on his waist. He looked like a knight, but Numair could see strands of The Gift covering him.
The man was young. His features were angular. Numair looked up into bright hazel eyes. The healer's mousy hair was slicked back from a widow's peak. Nealand of Queenscove, Duke Baird's son, stood over Numair.
"I'm Neal," he joked with the tone of voice that one usually reserves for four-year-olds. "What did you do? It must have been pretty bad to cause this."
Numair scowled. "I didn't do anything. Someone backfired my spell I was casting on Kel." His eyes bulged, "Kel! She has a tracing spell on her. Someone could be-"
"We already took care of that," Neal said, "Daine saw what happened and took you both to the palace, then we took the spell off of her."
"Who was it?" Numair asked.
Neal's brow furrowed, "What do you mean? Who took the spell off, or-"
"Who cast the spell in the first place?" Numair cut in, "Please tell me you found out who cast the spell in the first place."
Neal made a face. "After what happened to you, we figured it was too dangerous to attempt to do anything like that, so we just took it off."
"We?"
"Yeah, The King, my father and myself"
"How did you do it? Did you feel any strange tingling in your knuckles while you cast it?"
Numair continued to drill Neal about the spell until Daine came in.
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Thank you everyone for reading. We really appreciate it. Please keep it up!!
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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Kel stared at him stupidly, "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.
"It means that someone has cast a spell on you," Numair said, "Have you let down your guard recently, slept outside in the woods all alone?"
"Of course not!" Kel yelled. "I'm a knight."
That doesn't matter Numair," Daine cut in, "We need to find out what it is, and take it off."
'Numair, hurry up!" Kel said, "What is it doing to me?"
Numair raised his hands and put them between her head and his magic pulsed between them. "It's a tracing spell," he said when he was done. "A tracing spell cast with dark green magic."
"What!" Kel roared, "Get it off me!"
"Before I do that, I want to find out where it is being traced from," Numair explained.
"Fine! But hurry!" Kel yelled, while Daine tried to calm her. Once again Numair raised his hands. Black fire was building around his fingers, dancing in the starlight. He flicked his pointer fingers at Kel, but nothing happened.
'Strange," Numair muttered, "Very strange," for the second time that day.
"What?" Kel and Daine said in unison.
"Something deflected my spell, something very powerful..." his voice trailed off. "Let me try again." The fire built up in his hands, and Daine had to turn away from its brilliance. Numair made a violent flicking motion, and the magic exploded in his face, and his world went black!
"How is he?"
"Fine, but that was quite a blow."
"You'd think, he's been asleep for three days!"
"Long enough for me to return though."
Numair's eyes flicked open at this point.
"Three days?" he croaked.
"He's awake! Get Daine!" someone shouted. A man strode over. He was dressed in travel clothes and still wore a ration sack girdled on his waist. He looked like a knight, but Numair could see strands of The Gift covering him.
The man was young. His features were angular. Numair looked up into bright hazel eyes. The healer's mousy hair was slicked back from a widow's peak. Nealand of Queenscove, Duke Baird's son, stood over Numair.
"I'm Neal," he joked with the tone of voice that one usually reserves for four-year-olds. "What did you do? It must have been pretty bad to cause this."
Numair scowled. "I didn't do anything. Someone backfired my spell I was casting on Kel." His eyes bulged, "Kel! She has a tracing spell on her. Someone could be-"
"We already took care of that," Neal said, "Daine saw what happened and took you both to the palace, then we took the spell off of her."
"Who was it?" Numair asked.
Neal's brow furrowed, "What do you mean? Who took the spell off, or-"
"Who cast the spell in the first place?" Numair cut in, "Please tell me you found out who cast the spell in the first place."
Neal made a face. "After what happened to you, we figured it was too dangerous to attempt to do anything like that, so we just took it off."
"We?"
"Yeah, The King, my father and myself"
"How did you do it? Did you feel any strange tingling in your knuckles while you cast it?"
Numair continued to drill Neal about the spell until Daine came in.
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