Chapter 14 : Dangerous visions Part I
Time went on. It was nearly Midwinter. The inquiries about the people responsible for the dog's attack lead to nothing. The dog keeper could not be found. It seemed to be very well planned. The friends were too busy to wonder much about the incident. The lessons went on, the training went on and they still hoped that they would be able to care about their 'three friends' without an audience. But after the failed attack, the three pages were very careful and they didn't bother the others anymore.
"I guess the whole thing was too hot for them." Lachran suggested one winter evening. "Trying to kill somebody is punished seriously."
The whole training group was sitting in the library, doing their homework. They were together most of the time, a group of friends who took care of each other. Not only during their training. Even Nat and Sam joined them when they had time, although they preferred separating themselves from the other pages most of the time. They acted as if they knew each other their whole lifetime and were rare seen separated.
Ria nodded in agreement. "They will wait until the whole thing is forgotten."
Cori sighed. "I wished the whole thing would be over. It would be easier to face them now, clearing the whole situation. I hate waiting for their next attack."
"Well, there is at least one good thing about that situation." The other pages looked at Bery who grinned evilly. "We will have time to train. And we will beat them mercilessly." Bery hated the three for beating her up that brutal and unfair way. She wanted her revenge.
Sam looked at her alarmed. 'I hope she doesn't try something stupid. Well, I guess, I have to wait and to watch her.' She looked at Nat, who sat opposite of her, and saw in his eyes that he thought the same as she did. She smiled at him and he smiled back. 'It's like being congenial. He knows what I think, I know his thoughts.' Both continued concentrating on their work. Sam scratched her head. She was reading a book about magic. Again. 'Since that damned sorcerer knows about my little 'problem', he gives me more books than I can read. I shall find my own way, he says. Nobody has ever written something about someone like me, he says. Damned theoretical stuff. I don't want to be ignorant, but that's too much.' She felt Cori looking at her.
"Do you have a problem? May I help you?"
"Thanks, but I think nobody can help me." Sam looked really strained.
Cori was worried. "You are doing to much. Besides our normal training and classes, you are doing extra training and extra magic lessons. It exhausts you."
Sam looked tired to her. "I can't stop now. I will have to handle this. If I don't get control over my magic, it could end fatally. And if I stop training, I won't be able to be a real good knight. I think after a while it will be easier. I hope so." She smirked. "Do you know the worst?"
"No. What?"
"Master Numair wants to write a book about me. He has started already. He's writing about my development and my experiences. I feel really stupid. And generations after us will read about my stupidity. Isn't that great?"
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The early evening.
Normally the pages used that time to do their homework. But after noticing that Sam needed special magic training, she had to do extra magic lessons with Master Numair. So they worked in a special room, where Sam's magic accidents couldn't harm anybody.
"Well, Sam, today we will go on working with your magic. I think you have built up as much self-control as possible." Master Numair looked proud at the girl sitting in front of him. 'She's a good pupil. She will be a great sorcerer. It would be fantastic if she could concentrate only on her magic. But I think she prefers being a knight. What a pity. Well, let's see how she will do today.' Numair cleared his throat. "Your Wild Magic is quite strong. Not as strong as Daines', but after her you are the strongest Wildmage known."
'And the only Wildmage known.' Sam looked at him. "Is that the reason I can't really talk to animals?"
Numair frowned. "I thought you were able to talk to them."
"Not really. It's not like Daine described it to me. No real conversation. I only ... feel what they want from me. An understanding without words. Like ..."
"Like what?"
"Like ... with plants."
Numair raised his eyebrows. "You talk to plants?"
Sam shook her head impatiently. "I've already said: no conversation. But I feel ... related ... somehow. It's hard to describe it. I don't even know if it's my imagination or not."
Numair scratched his chin. "Hm. You have some plant magic, too. But it's the Gift which lets you grow plants. Remember, your cousin has the same power, and she doesn't have any Wild Magic."
"I know that. I've only told you what I feel." Sam looked away, a bit angry. 'As if I were interested in the difference between Wild Magic and the Gift. I only want to get it under my control.' An idea came to her mind. "You told me that my Gift is interwoven with the Wild Magic."
"That's right. Why do mention that now?"
"Maybe this is a point where both support each other. I mean, my Gift gives me power over plants, and maybe the Wild Magic does it as well. Only in ... another way."
Numair was surprised by the new idea the girl had. 'Not bad. It could be possible.' "And where is the difference between both ways."
Sam looked a little helpless. 'Why do I have to figure this all out on my own. He's the teacher! He should tell me!' She thought over the idea again. Hesitating she started to speak. She seemed to be far away that moment. "The Gift gives me the power to influence plants. The Wild Magic gives me the power ... to understand the beings around me." She looked at Numair again. "I think that's it."
Numair nodded impressed. 'Not bad. She learns intuitively how to control her magic. I can't really help her. Normal training lessons are useless, at least most of the time. I can only show her the direction and ask the right questions.' He sighed. "Very good, Sam. You learn fast. I wish I could help you more."
Sam didn't respond. She waited for the next advice.
Numair sighed again. 'I wish she wouldn't be that reserved. She acts like I were an enemy. I wish she would be more like Daine.' He thought it over again and blushed. 'Maybe not completely like Daine. I hope she doesn't think that I want to seduce her.' He noticed Sam looking distrustfully at him. 'Damn it. She noticed my blush. She has a good power of observing. To good.' Numair shook his head and let his thoughts go. "Well. Today I wanted to go deeper in your Gift. I don't have that much knowledge about plants, but I have a book about it, we could read together."
Sam rolled her eyes. 'I knew it. Another book.'
Numair didn't seem to notice her reaction and continued speaking. "I will fetch it and bring it here tomorrow. But today I planned to concentrate on your power to see the future."
Sam raised her eyebrows. "What? The future?"
Numair nodded enthusiastically. "I'm not sure, but I think you have the second sight."
Sam felt uncomfortable. 'Why does this damned mage notice everything about my magic? I don't want to see the future. I know enough about my destiny. I don't want to know more.' She looked at her teacher. 'I guess I don't have a choice. Maybe it will give me some control. Goddess knows, I need it badly.' She closed her eyes when Numair pressed his fingers gently against her temples. He connected himself with her, to be able to help her if something went wrong. It would be horrible if she were to get lost in her future visions.
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Three o'clock in the morning.
Sam woke up sweating. She trembled. She had dreamed. She still did. So many pictures overflowed her mind. She didn't remember a single one. Too much information.
Sam pressed her hands against her head, trying to get control over her visions. She wasn't strong enough. She hadn't slept well since her magic lessons started, which means for weeks, and now she had to pay for it. She was too exhausted to control her Gift. She couldn't even think. She simply panicked. She tried to get out of her bed. Her feet weren't able to carry her weight. She fell down and lost herself in her visions, one word hammering in her mind:
Destiny! Destiny! Destiny! Destiny! Destiny! Destiny! Destiny! Destiny! Destiny! Destiny! Destiny!
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Next morning.
Cori knocked on Sam's door.
No reponse.
'Still meditating. She will be late for training.'
Cori opened the door, smiling.
Sam wasn't in her bed.
Cori looked down.
Her eyes widened.
"Sam!"
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What do you think? Please don't kill me because of the ending. I can't write when I'm dead.
Some information concerning the story:
I will shorten the whole story a bit. I won't describe everything too detailed. On the one side it would be boring, on the other side the main part of story takes place after the girls are knightened and the story would become to long describing every single day of the girls' lives. I will write about the most important episodes in their live.
If you have any special wishes about the plot, tell me. I don't know how much I will write about the triplets. Maybe they will get their own story. But my main character is and will be Sam. [I think you've already noticed that ;) ]
What do you think on the principal of writing another fic that bases on this one? Good or bad idea? I can invent a completely new story with new characters as well. (But it will be hard inventing new names again. Especially the last names.) Or shall I do both?