The chapter in which we learn a lot more about Atrella. Read on!
Disclaimer: Tortall is entirely the creation of the genius, Tamora Pierce
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Numair glared at him. Jon started laughing, undaunted by the death glare of one of the most powerful mages in the world.
Jon then threw his hands above his head. Deep forest green magic came out of his fingers and puddled on the floor. It then grew higher and higher until the magic stopped streaming out of his fingers, and he collapsed. Meanwhile, the mass of green magic was taking shape. Suddenly the green disappeared and a woman was standing there in front of Numair, grinning maliciously.
She was tall, but not quite as tall as he was. She had long, waist-length dark brown hair that was straight and glossy. She had a pleasant face, with full lips, but it was in such a sour expression that you could hardly tell. The main thing about her appearance, however, were her eyes. They were large and the most blinding, piercing deep forest green imaginable.
Atrella smirked as she stepped over Jonathan on her way to Numair. She stopped just in front of him and raised her eyebrows. "I assume you have something to tell me..." she said in a low, powerful voice, with a slight Tusainian accent.
"Atrella!" Numair exclaimed in mock excitement, "How nice to see you after all these years. I missed you too!" he raised one eyebrow at her and continued, "Unfortunately I can't do anything about it, being chained up as I am..."
She came over to him slowly, her green robes dragging on the ground.
"You're avoiding the question, Arram," she said dangerously.
Numair just smirked.
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"The walls are fortified with magic. They're three feet thick as well," Alanna said lazily. Daine sat up and the small shadow of a mouse ran across the floor, towards the bars of their dungeon cell.
"There's no cracks...none..." she said.
"And your magic?" Kel asked, "Can't you transform into something?" Kel asked Daine.
"My barrier needs to be reset, but I guess I could..."
"No! Daine...no," Alanna said. "It's not worth it."
"I might be able to fit through there," Tobe said quietly, looking at the bars. "'Less me lady here's been feedin' me too much," he continued, reaching down to pinch his stomach.
"If you want to be burnt to a crisp, go ahead and try it," Alanna said, "I told you the walls are enforced with magic."
"Exactly," Tobe said, "The walls are enforced, but I'm not going through the walls."
Alanna looked up, her lips in a wide grin.
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"I can avoid the question if I want to, Atrella," Numair said, "And there's nothing you can do about it. And my name's Numair now, Numair Salmalín."
"I know that very well," she said slowly, "I also know the real reason you changed it." He raised his eyebrows skeptically. "Yes, Arram, I know all about what happened in Pearlmouth all those years ago."
Numair's eyes widened slightly and Atrella smiled triumphantly. "Now," she said, "About this business of avoiding me. You really can't, so-"
King Jonathan chose this moment to groan and sit up, rubbing his head. He turned and saw Atrella and fire blazed in his eyes and started to come out of his fingers, but dark green magic had him pinned arm and leg to a chair before that happened. "Just stop, you silly man, there's nothing you can do, you have absolutely no power against me, not now, not ever. So you get to just sit by and watch your little Kingdom fall to ruin."
Not being able to do anything else, Jon made a motion to spit, but Atrella just smiled, and pointed her finger at him. Green magic flew towards his mouth. His spit stopped dead in his mouth, and he started choking on it. Atrella was laughing so hard and maliciously that Numair felt a pang of fear. She then made a motion and Jon was down on the floor again, knocked out.
Atrella turned and looked at Numair. "Who says I don't have compassion?" she asked innocently. "Why, I just put the poor man out of his misery."
Numair just stared at her.
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Hahahaha! She is so deranged! I love the spit scene though because I wrote that one myself.
I hope everyone likes Atrella, cause we're going to be seeing a lot more of her!
Disclaimer: Tortall is entirely the creation of the genius, Tamora Pierce
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Numair glared at him. Jon started laughing, undaunted by the death glare of one of the most powerful mages in the world.
Jon then threw his hands above his head. Deep forest green magic came out of his fingers and puddled on the floor. It then grew higher and higher until the magic stopped streaming out of his fingers, and he collapsed. Meanwhile, the mass of green magic was taking shape. Suddenly the green disappeared and a woman was standing there in front of Numair, grinning maliciously.
She was tall, but not quite as tall as he was. She had long, waist-length dark brown hair that was straight and glossy. She had a pleasant face, with full lips, but it was in such a sour expression that you could hardly tell. The main thing about her appearance, however, were her eyes. They were large and the most blinding, piercing deep forest green imaginable.
Atrella smirked as she stepped over Jonathan on her way to Numair. She stopped just in front of him and raised her eyebrows. "I assume you have something to tell me..." she said in a low, powerful voice, with a slight Tusainian accent.
"Atrella!" Numair exclaimed in mock excitement, "How nice to see you after all these years. I missed you too!" he raised one eyebrow at her and continued, "Unfortunately I can't do anything about it, being chained up as I am..."
She came over to him slowly, her green robes dragging on the ground.
"You're avoiding the question, Arram," she said dangerously.
Numair just smirked.
* * * * *
"The walls are fortified with magic. They're three feet thick as well," Alanna said lazily. Daine sat up and the small shadow of a mouse ran across the floor, towards the bars of their dungeon cell.
"There's no cracks...none..." she said.
"And your magic?" Kel asked, "Can't you transform into something?" Kel asked Daine.
"My barrier needs to be reset, but I guess I could..."
"No! Daine...no," Alanna said. "It's not worth it."
"I might be able to fit through there," Tobe said quietly, looking at the bars. "'Less me lady here's been feedin' me too much," he continued, reaching down to pinch his stomach.
"If you want to be burnt to a crisp, go ahead and try it," Alanna said, "I told you the walls are enforced with magic."
"Exactly," Tobe said, "The walls are enforced, but I'm not going through the walls."
Alanna looked up, her lips in a wide grin.
* * * * *
"I can avoid the question if I want to, Atrella," Numair said, "And there's nothing you can do about it. And my name's Numair now, Numair Salmalín."
"I know that very well," she said slowly, "I also know the real reason you changed it." He raised his eyebrows skeptically. "Yes, Arram, I know all about what happened in Pearlmouth all those years ago."
Numair's eyes widened slightly and Atrella smiled triumphantly. "Now," she said, "About this business of avoiding me. You really can't, so-"
King Jonathan chose this moment to groan and sit up, rubbing his head. He turned and saw Atrella and fire blazed in his eyes and started to come out of his fingers, but dark green magic had him pinned arm and leg to a chair before that happened. "Just stop, you silly man, there's nothing you can do, you have absolutely no power against me, not now, not ever. So you get to just sit by and watch your little Kingdom fall to ruin."
Not being able to do anything else, Jon made a motion to spit, but Atrella just smiled, and pointed her finger at him. Green magic flew towards his mouth. His spit stopped dead in his mouth, and he started choking on it. Atrella was laughing so hard and maliciously that Numair felt a pang of fear. She then made a motion and Jon was down on the floor again, knocked out.
Atrella turned and looked at Numair. "Who says I don't have compassion?" she asked innocently. "Why, I just put the poor man out of his misery."
Numair just stared at her.
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Hahahaha! She is so deranged! I love the spit scene though because I wrote that one myself.
I hope everyone likes Atrella, cause we're going to be seeing a lot more of her!