Chapter 17- Why You Really Shouldn't Anger A Frewing
Nanya carefully inspected the bars on her prison. They were made out of iron unless she was very much mistaken. Josh had always been interested in different types of metals.
"You won't be able to escape my dear," drawled a voice from the shadows, "I've made sure of that."
The mystery man stepped out of the shadows. It was Ozorne.
"What do you want with me Tasikhe?" growled Nanya, her hazel eyes glittering dangerously.
"I wouldn't be so rude to your host," commented Ozorne, smiling dangerously, "but to answer your question, isn't it obvious? You're one hundred percent woman Frewing. Beautiful, strong-willed, everything I look for. But, Arram has you, and as you know, I hate Arram. Not only to I get the woman of my dreams, but this way, Arram will come after you and I'll get to kill him."
Ozorne laughed maliciously.
"You could have any Carthaki woman you want," growled Nanya, her eyes darting for a way out, "why me?"
"Did you not listen to what I said?" asked Ozorne, raising an eyebrow, "if you want me to describe it more, I could. First off, like I said you're strong willed and beautiful. Second, you're all woman, although I would like nothing more than to test that theory. Third, you love Arram, Arram loves you. What better way to get revenge on him? Fourth, your sister is the Queen of Tortall. You'll be an invaluable weapon against them in the future. Fifth-"
"I get it," snapped Nanya, "You're very disgusting you know, and I grew up with my uncle, the man who believes women are only play toys!"
"Is that where you got this," Ozorne traced the scar around Nanya's neck.
"That's none of your business, Tasikhe!" replied Nanya glaring at him through her cell's bars.
"Oh, but my dear, you'll find it very much is- or at least will be." Ozorne reached through the bars of Nanya's cell and grapped her under the chin, pulling her mouth roughly up to his. Nanya fought, finally biting Ozorne's tongue, which was exploring her mouth. He pulled away swearing and Nanya spat on the floor in front of him before washing her mouth out as well as she could with her old shirt.
"Stubborn, are we?" asked Ozorne, grinning once more. "No matter, I like them feisty. I'll see you soon love."
"I hope you die!" Nanya yelled at his retreating back. "And don't call me love!"
Nanya bit her lip. How could she get out of here.
A thought came into her mind. It might not work, but it was worth a shot.
Windings? She called to the male lion silently, Windings, I need your help.
What is it god-born? She heard him reply.
I'm stuck in Ozorne's dungeons. could you somehow get a messange to the Banjiku? They might help.
Of course God-born. The Banjiku feed us in five minutes. I'll tell the cat-people then.
Thank-you. I'll owe you dearly for this.
I do not like Ozorne. He smells too strongly of danger and heavy perfumes that make me nauseous. I will help you.
She felt her connection with Windings close. Hopefully this would work.
"That idiot is so gross!" screamed Nanya, trying to get the taste of Ozorne's blood out of her mouth. "Ew, someone else's blood. Never again!"
Nanya sat in silence, cleaning out her mouth thouroughly for twenty minutes before-
"God-born Lady?"
Nanya looked up. It was Taio (is that his name?) of the Banjiku.
"Taio. can you help me?" asked Nanya.
"Yes, but. what are you doing?" he looked at her questioningly.
"Trying to clean my mouth. You don't want to know," replied Nanya, spitting in the corner once more in hopes of getting the rest of the taste out of her mouth.
"Follow me," Taio unlocked her cell and led her into an underground tunnel. Nanya had to double up to be able to walk through it without clothes lining herself. There were downsides to being six feet tall.
"Wait here, I go get people who come for you."
Nanya raised her eyebrows in surprise. Taio left, then came back shortly with Naku, Numair, Dirk and Dante.
As soon as he saw her, Numair threw himself down beside her and kissed her hard. Nanya returned the kiss.
"Is that blood?" asked Numair, pulling away.
"I probably should've warned you about that," remarked Nanya, "Ozorne kissed me again and since I couldn't knee him, I bit him instead. Never again."
Numair looked like he was going to be sick.
"Uh- Numair. If you're going to be sick, please do it in the corner or something, and not all over me?" suggested Nanya.
He grinned at her.
"If it's that bad for me, I can't imagine how bad it was for you," he laughed. He looked at her tenderly before gathering her up in another kiss. They stayed like this until Dante gave a cough. They looked at him and he grinned.
"As touching as these reunions are, Frewing, we need to plan a proper revenge for Ozorne," he said, suddenly all business, although he still grinned at her.
Dirk was looking any where but at Nanya and Numair, who still held each other close and Naku gave a barking laugh at Dante's words.
"I say we burn him to a crisp," growled the Flamer. Nanya carefully wriggled out of Numair's hold and jumped up to wrap her arms around the Flamer's neck. She had surprisingly missed his pert sense of humor and dry sarcastic ness.
"Hmmm," said Nanya, finally sitting next to Numair again after hugging both Dirk and Dante. "Revenge. It has to be something really nasty. although I would like to make his hair pink and blue."
"That can be part of it," agreed Dirk, "We want to get a good revenge, but we don't want to be murderers. By the way, this is yours."
Dirk handed Nanya her choker. She felt the scar at her neck.
"Thanks," she said, snapping it around her neck once more.
"Now," said Dante, rubbing his hands together, "revenge. What do we do? Besides dye his hair."
Nanya, Dirk, Dante, Naku and Numair began to plan a revenge. Ozorne wouldn't know what hit him.
~*~
Ozorne smiled smugly to himself. He had the girl, and soon he would have Arram too. How perfect life was.
If he hadn't have been so caught up in his gloating, he would have heard the thud of someone fainting, the sound of the door quietly opening and a slight creak of the floor, but as theses sounds were quiet, he didn't noticed it until it was too late and someone- a very big and broad someone, had him in a head lock.
The person turned him around so that he was facing three people and a Flamer. Nanya, Numair, Dirk and Nanya's Flamer Naku were standing there.
"You! How did you get out?" demanded Ozorne.
"That, Tasikhe, would be telling," replied Nanya, a mischievous grin spreading across her features.
"Okay then, let's get started," said Dirk, reaching into a bag Nanya held. He put something from a bottle onto a handkerchief and pressed it over Ozorne's nose and mouth. Then, everything in the emperor's vision went black.
~*~
Nanya got to work immediately. She started by changing Ozorne's hair color to pink with blue high lights. She continued to adjust this until it was perfect- in her opinion any way.
After this, she went into another room in Ozorne's suite while Numair, Dirk and Dante got to work. After about twenty minutes they came out with the emperor. Nanya added the final touches. They now had a cross- dressed Ozorne. This was just the small part of the revenge.
Naku cast an invisibility spell around the group and they left, Dante and Numair carrying the still unconscious Emperor. They went to the Imperial University.
"What on Earth is this?" muttered Lindhall as the group came in, still invisible. When the door was firmly shut, Naku shed the invisibility spell.
"Revenge, it's sooo sweet," said Nanya happily, looking at Lindhall.
"You kidnapped, and cross-dressed, the Emperor!" exclaimed Lindhall, "er- what was the point of that, anyway?"
"You'll find out," Nanya was grinning dangerously, her eyes glinting in the light of the workroom.
"I need by simulacrum, Lindhall. It's all part of the revenge."
Lindhall nodded and they went into the workroom.
~*~
Dirk moved through the crowd, easily dodging around the people. He got close to the front of the crowd before he nodded to Dante, who was on the other side of the platform from which a noose hung. Nanya was serving Ozorne, looking disgusted in a skimpy dress. Dirk grinned, remembering what Nanya's reaction to the dress had been.
"You expect me to wear that!" screamed Nanya.
"Yes my dear, you are my personal slave after all. I just didn't wish to cut off your beautiful hair," Ozorne stroked her hair with a heavily ringed had.
Nanya spit in his face. Dirk thought that Ozorne would have hit her, but he showed self control and resisted the urge.
He, Dante, Naku and Numair had been watching from under an invisibility spell of Naku's. Under any other circumstances, it would have been a very funny scene.
"Bring out the prisoner!" ordered Ozorne in a loud, clear voice that rang throughout the crowd.
Two imperial guards led 'Numair' out.
"You are accused of conspiracy against the empire, Numair Salmalin, the former Arram Draper. Do you deny it?" demanded Ozorne. Nanya pretended to seem scared and afraid.
"Please your Imperial highness!" she begged, "spare him and take me instead!"
She threw herself at his feet. This was Dirk and Dante's key.
They both snapped sticks. Dirk's triggered the illusion that surrounded Ozorne, it made it so that the illusion of his normal clothes were gone, replaced by his crazy hair and the dress. Dante's retriggered Ozorne's memory so he remembered everything. These had been curtesy of Naku. Without him, the plan wouldn't be possible.
The Flame of the moment itself then appeared, whistling a low, eerie tune that made Numair's simulacra disappear. He then turned on Ozorne and Nanya, grabbing a leather pouch up from his feet.
"Well er- miss," he began, his voice filled with laughter, "I believe we have proof that Nanya never started that rebellion you accused her of. Let's see here.," he gave a fake cough before going on in a more powerful and serious voice, "to Monsieur Rafealla," Naku then began to read about five letters, one to Rafealla, the guard who had pretended to be a slave, one to a forgery artist who had written 'Nanya's letter', one that was to accuse Kaddar of crimes he had never commited and two to different agents in Tortall who were to, if the peace talks 'succeeded', start a war with Carthak that bring in all of Tortall.
Kaddar looked at his Uncle with cold eyes.
"Treachery!" he said, "either step down from the thrown, or be forcefully removed!"
"Never!" yelled Ozorne, he attempted to run, but tripped in the dress. Everyone laughed until several people were rolling on the ground.
"I have one promise left!" said Ozorne and he took out a Stormwing feather which he trust deep into his arm. There was a blast of bright light, and Ozorne the Stormwing appeared.
He looked a himself angrily, before he lauched himself at Nanya. Before anyone could react she had slit her throat right along the old scar and had flown away.
I know, it's a lame ending. Please don't flame, I just want to get started on the sequel and I'm not actually really good at revenge. Will Nanya survive? (Well- will she?!) I haven't decided yet. The next chapter is the last chapter. So sad (kidding). I'll stop my babbling now.
~oneinamilliongirl
Nanya carefully inspected the bars on her prison. They were made out of iron unless she was very much mistaken. Josh had always been interested in different types of metals.
"You won't be able to escape my dear," drawled a voice from the shadows, "I've made sure of that."
The mystery man stepped out of the shadows. It was Ozorne.
"What do you want with me Tasikhe?" growled Nanya, her hazel eyes glittering dangerously.
"I wouldn't be so rude to your host," commented Ozorne, smiling dangerously, "but to answer your question, isn't it obvious? You're one hundred percent woman Frewing. Beautiful, strong-willed, everything I look for. But, Arram has you, and as you know, I hate Arram. Not only to I get the woman of my dreams, but this way, Arram will come after you and I'll get to kill him."
Ozorne laughed maliciously.
"You could have any Carthaki woman you want," growled Nanya, her eyes darting for a way out, "why me?"
"Did you not listen to what I said?" asked Ozorne, raising an eyebrow, "if you want me to describe it more, I could. First off, like I said you're strong willed and beautiful. Second, you're all woman, although I would like nothing more than to test that theory. Third, you love Arram, Arram loves you. What better way to get revenge on him? Fourth, your sister is the Queen of Tortall. You'll be an invaluable weapon against them in the future. Fifth-"
"I get it," snapped Nanya, "You're very disgusting you know, and I grew up with my uncle, the man who believes women are only play toys!"
"Is that where you got this," Ozorne traced the scar around Nanya's neck.
"That's none of your business, Tasikhe!" replied Nanya glaring at him through her cell's bars.
"Oh, but my dear, you'll find it very much is- or at least will be." Ozorne reached through the bars of Nanya's cell and grapped her under the chin, pulling her mouth roughly up to his. Nanya fought, finally biting Ozorne's tongue, which was exploring her mouth. He pulled away swearing and Nanya spat on the floor in front of him before washing her mouth out as well as she could with her old shirt.
"Stubborn, are we?" asked Ozorne, grinning once more. "No matter, I like them feisty. I'll see you soon love."
"I hope you die!" Nanya yelled at his retreating back. "And don't call me love!"
Nanya bit her lip. How could she get out of here.
A thought came into her mind. It might not work, but it was worth a shot.
Windings? She called to the male lion silently, Windings, I need your help.
What is it god-born? She heard him reply.
I'm stuck in Ozorne's dungeons. could you somehow get a messange to the Banjiku? They might help.
Of course God-born. The Banjiku feed us in five minutes. I'll tell the cat-people then.
Thank-you. I'll owe you dearly for this.
I do not like Ozorne. He smells too strongly of danger and heavy perfumes that make me nauseous. I will help you.
She felt her connection with Windings close. Hopefully this would work.
"That idiot is so gross!" screamed Nanya, trying to get the taste of Ozorne's blood out of her mouth. "Ew, someone else's blood. Never again!"
Nanya sat in silence, cleaning out her mouth thouroughly for twenty minutes before-
"God-born Lady?"
Nanya looked up. It was Taio (is that his name?) of the Banjiku.
"Taio. can you help me?" asked Nanya.
"Yes, but. what are you doing?" he looked at her questioningly.
"Trying to clean my mouth. You don't want to know," replied Nanya, spitting in the corner once more in hopes of getting the rest of the taste out of her mouth.
"Follow me," Taio unlocked her cell and led her into an underground tunnel. Nanya had to double up to be able to walk through it without clothes lining herself. There were downsides to being six feet tall.
"Wait here, I go get people who come for you."
Nanya raised her eyebrows in surprise. Taio left, then came back shortly with Naku, Numair, Dirk and Dante.
As soon as he saw her, Numair threw himself down beside her and kissed her hard. Nanya returned the kiss.
"Is that blood?" asked Numair, pulling away.
"I probably should've warned you about that," remarked Nanya, "Ozorne kissed me again and since I couldn't knee him, I bit him instead. Never again."
Numair looked like he was going to be sick.
"Uh- Numair. If you're going to be sick, please do it in the corner or something, and not all over me?" suggested Nanya.
He grinned at her.
"If it's that bad for me, I can't imagine how bad it was for you," he laughed. He looked at her tenderly before gathering her up in another kiss. They stayed like this until Dante gave a cough. They looked at him and he grinned.
"As touching as these reunions are, Frewing, we need to plan a proper revenge for Ozorne," he said, suddenly all business, although he still grinned at her.
Dirk was looking any where but at Nanya and Numair, who still held each other close and Naku gave a barking laugh at Dante's words.
"I say we burn him to a crisp," growled the Flamer. Nanya carefully wriggled out of Numair's hold and jumped up to wrap her arms around the Flamer's neck. She had surprisingly missed his pert sense of humor and dry sarcastic ness.
"Hmmm," said Nanya, finally sitting next to Numair again after hugging both Dirk and Dante. "Revenge. It has to be something really nasty. although I would like to make his hair pink and blue."
"That can be part of it," agreed Dirk, "We want to get a good revenge, but we don't want to be murderers. By the way, this is yours."
Dirk handed Nanya her choker. She felt the scar at her neck.
"Thanks," she said, snapping it around her neck once more.
"Now," said Dante, rubbing his hands together, "revenge. What do we do? Besides dye his hair."
Nanya, Dirk, Dante, Naku and Numair began to plan a revenge. Ozorne wouldn't know what hit him.
~*~
Ozorne smiled smugly to himself. He had the girl, and soon he would have Arram too. How perfect life was.
If he hadn't have been so caught up in his gloating, he would have heard the thud of someone fainting, the sound of the door quietly opening and a slight creak of the floor, but as theses sounds were quiet, he didn't noticed it until it was too late and someone- a very big and broad someone, had him in a head lock.
The person turned him around so that he was facing three people and a Flamer. Nanya, Numair, Dirk and Nanya's Flamer Naku were standing there.
"You! How did you get out?" demanded Ozorne.
"That, Tasikhe, would be telling," replied Nanya, a mischievous grin spreading across her features.
"Okay then, let's get started," said Dirk, reaching into a bag Nanya held. He put something from a bottle onto a handkerchief and pressed it over Ozorne's nose and mouth. Then, everything in the emperor's vision went black.
~*~
Nanya got to work immediately. She started by changing Ozorne's hair color to pink with blue high lights. She continued to adjust this until it was perfect- in her opinion any way.
After this, she went into another room in Ozorne's suite while Numair, Dirk and Dante got to work. After about twenty minutes they came out with the emperor. Nanya added the final touches. They now had a cross- dressed Ozorne. This was just the small part of the revenge.
Naku cast an invisibility spell around the group and they left, Dante and Numair carrying the still unconscious Emperor. They went to the Imperial University.
"What on Earth is this?" muttered Lindhall as the group came in, still invisible. When the door was firmly shut, Naku shed the invisibility spell.
"Revenge, it's sooo sweet," said Nanya happily, looking at Lindhall.
"You kidnapped, and cross-dressed, the Emperor!" exclaimed Lindhall, "er- what was the point of that, anyway?"
"You'll find out," Nanya was grinning dangerously, her eyes glinting in the light of the workroom.
"I need by simulacrum, Lindhall. It's all part of the revenge."
Lindhall nodded and they went into the workroom.
~*~
Dirk moved through the crowd, easily dodging around the people. He got close to the front of the crowd before he nodded to Dante, who was on the other side of the platform from which a noose hung. Nanya was serving Ozorne, looking disgusted in a skimpy dress. Dirk grinned, remembering what Nanya's reaction to the dress had been.
"You expect me to wear that!" screamed Nanya.
"Yes my dear, you are my personal slave after all. I just didn't wish to cut off your beautiful hair," Ozorne stroked her hair with a heavily ringed had.
Nanya spit in his face. Dirk thought that Ozorne would have hit her, but he showed self control and resisted the urge.
He, Dante, Naku and Numair had been watching from under an invisibility spell of Naku's. Under any other circumstances, it would have been a very funny scene.
"Bring out the prisoner!" ordered Ozorne in a loud, clear voice that rang throughout the crowd.
Two imperial guards led 'Numair' out.
"You are accused of conspiracy against the empire, Numair Salmalin, the former Arram Draper. Do you deny it?" demanded Ozorne. Nanya pretended to seem scared and afraid.
"Please your Imperial highness!" she begged, "spare him and take me instead!"
She threw herself at his feet. This was Dirk and Dante's key.
They both snapped sticks. Dirk's triggered the illusion that surrounded Ozorne, it made it so that the illusion of his normal clothes were gone, replaced by his crazy hair and the dress. Dante's retriggered Ozorne's memory so he remembered everything. These had been curtesy of Naku. Without him, the plan wouldn't be possible.
The Flame of the moment itself then appeared, whistling a low, eerie tune that made Numair's simulacra disappear. He then turned on Ozorne and Nanya, grabbing a leather pouch up from his feet.
"Well er- miss," he began, his voice filled with laughter, "I believe we have proof that Nanya never started that rebellion you accused her of. Let's see here.," he gave a fake cough before going on in a more powerful and serious voice, "to Monsieur Rafealla," Naku then began to read about five letters, one to Rafealla, the guard who had pretended to be a slave, one to a forgery artist who had written 'Nanya's letter', one that was to accuse Kaddar of crimes he had never commited and two to different agents in Tortall who were to, if the peace talks 'succeeded', start a war with Carthak that bring in all of Tortall.
Kaddar looked at his Uncle with cold eyes.
"Treachery!" he said, "either step down from the thrown, or be forcefully removed!"
"Never!" yelled Ozorne, he attempted to run, but tripped in the dress. Everyone laughed until several people were rolling on the ground.
"I have one promise left!" said Ozorne and he took out a Stormwing feather which he trust deep into his arm. There was a blast of bright light, and Ozorne the Stormwing appeared.
He looked a himself angrily, before he lauched himself at Nanya. Before anyone could react she had slit her throat right along the old scar and had flown away.
I know, it's a lame ending. Please don't flame, I just want to get started on the sequel and I'm not actually really good at revenge. Will Nanya survive? (Well- will she?!) I haven't decided yet. The next chapter is the last chapter. So sad (kidding). I'll stop my babbling now.
~oneinamilliongirl