Coppercurls
by an anonymous geek
A/N: you were all probably thinking that I should get off my fat bum and update one of my stories. well, it has been more than a month. I've kinda got writer's block, so I'm trying to break it by writing another chapter of this story.
I met Tamora Pierce!!! yeah, she was really nice. I dun really feel like elaborating.
My life has taken a turn for the worse. I got glasses. now I'm a complete geek with braces and glasses. AND I cut my hair wicked short (chin length). I look really weird.
Now I'm a complete Harry Potter fan. I finally got around to reading the books and watching the movies. SIRIUS!!!!!!! SIRIUS!!!! *sobs uncontrollably* sorry, I just totally bawled when I read that part in OotP. HE WAS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER!!!!
Anyway, on with the chapter. . .
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*"My business is with you, Trisana Chandler."*
"ME? What do you want with me?" asked Tris, shocked.
"It might be easier if I told you my story from the beginning. When I was young, I was the boy my parents had always wished for. They had wanted a child with a lot of magic, and I had a lot. They wanted a child who was good looking and sweet, and I was. They wanted a child who would do whatever they told him to do, and I did. I lived the first twenty years of my life in complete and absolute happiness. What child could ask for more than what I had? I had loving parents, kind friends, popularity, money, and even a good job as my village's mage. Later on a found a beautiful woman who agreed to marry me.
"Little did I know of her family's background. They were what you might call 'Dark Mages'. I found out that they were what I thought then was evil and with their persuasive words they converted me from my old childish ways. I soon began to fight alongside them, helping then through their predicaments with my strong magic. They began to fully realize just how valuable I was to them. Twenty years passed, and I continued to help them.
"Then, one day, my wife's brother left to go to a far away land that he might conquer the land and receive all the riches and goods that could be found there. There were other riches there that were not money. In this land lay great magic that contained secrets that we could not even begin to comprehend. I wanted to go with him, but my wife became sick, almost unto death, and I needed to stay with her. So, he left, and I watched him through my crystal. I saw him cross the seas that separated their land from ours, and I saw him begin to slowly conquer this land. For a long time it seemed that he would take over completely, but then a girl stopped him. You. A small girl of only eleven managed to kill my brother-in-law who could not even be caught by some of the most powerful men of Emelan. Yes, Tris. This man was Enahar.
"I still do not fully understand how you defeated him. All I knew was that I hated you for it and I wanted revenge. When my wife heard of his death, she in her weak condition worsened and then died of anguish. It was at the moment of her death, as I looked at her lifeless body, that I vowed that I would kill you for what you had done, and now I will do what I set out to do!"
Tris stared, still shocked, at the man as he started chanted in a language that she did not understand. Thinking fast, she started taking out one of the larger braids of her hair. Soon she had a spark of lightning in her fist that she knew would grow when she ordered it to. When she looked up at the man, she saw that he had stopped chanting, and was now surrounded by a shield of red. Looking through this shield, she could see that he was smiling madly.
"NOW YOU WILL MEET YOUR DOOM, TRISANA CHANDLER!" he yelled in a loud voice that echoed all over the room and made Tris fall to her knees. Briar looked over at her. He placed a hand on her shoulder, and a large portion of his magic flowed into her, giving her the strength she needed. She stood up and faced the sorcerer.
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When Daja regained consciousness, she was lying down in front of a large fire, hands bound with a tough kind of rope. At first she was puzzled, but then she remembered the events of earlier that afternoon. Jonathon. He was a traitor. As if on cue, Jonathon ei Landen walked over to her from the other side of the fire, with a large malicious grin on his face.
"So, Daja," he spat her name out as if it was foul on his lips, "I see you've finally come to. Now, I was just wondering how to torture you best. Should I do it myself, or just leave it to my master? I'm sure he'd love to have another one of you prigs to vent his anger out on. Yes, I will bring you to him. Get up, you dog!" He grabbed Daja by her shirt, and then threw her on the ground, laughing evilly. "I said, 'GET UP.'" Once again he grabbed her, but this time he pushed her ahead, toward the trail, and kicked her when he felt it necessary.
After a long while of walking, it turned dark and Daja could just begin to see the outlines of a great castle. Suddenly, a plan formed in her head. Suddenly, she whipped around and kicked Jonathon in the ribs. He had not expected this, and he doubled over in pain. She did not slow down for a moment. After a long time of kicking him as he fell to the ground, he lost consciousness, and she left him there. Still bound, she walked toward the castle.
Once she reached the stairway of the castle, she felt Tris' presence far, far above. She tried to contact Tris through her mind, but Tris seemed to be deeply concentrated, so she decided just to start climbing the stairs.
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Deep in her mind somewhere, Tris could hear Daja trying to contact her, but she ignored her. All she needed to concentrate on right now was how she was going to break through the sorcerer's magical barrier that he had constructed. Deciding to just try out her magic on it, she threw the lightning she had in her hand at it. When it hit the barrier, the lightning did not got through it, but it actually seemed to be absorbed into the magical wall. The man continued to chant and Tris continued to think. What could she do that would break his barrier? She contemplated this while the man became louder and louder.
'YES! That's it!' she thought as she threw another lightning bolt at the ceiling and grabbed Briar and together they made a run for the corner where Sandry lay. The man did not seem to notice the loud rumbling above him as the ceiling began to fall apart. He suddenly opened his eyes which had been closed during the time he had been reciting the spell, and at that moment, he shouted out the last words of the curse, "BRAHAMINE AGEDIR!" Then he let down his barrier and cackled. Now hearing the sounds above him, he looked up just as the center of the ceiling fell down on him. He was crushed by the weight of the stone ceiling, and never again saw the light of day.
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Finally taking his arms off from over his head, Briar shook off the dust and dirt that covered his clothes, and looked over at the place where the sorcerer lay. He could not see the man's body, but Briar was sure that he was crushed flat by the weight of the stone. Looking over at Tris, Briar gasped. Instead of standing up like him, looking over at the place where the man lay, Tris was lying on the ground, eyes closed. In horror, Briar remembered the curse that the man had finished saying before he had been hit. Briar rushed over to Tris' body and checked for any sign of a pulse. It was not there, and when he picked her up, she felt lifeless in his arms. Her chest had stopped rising and falling, and Briar felt hot tears streaming down his face.
This couldn't be. This was Tris. She wasn't dead. Tris couldn't die; she was unstoppable. No, Tris was only faking it. Yes, she would wake up any moment and tell him it was all a big joke. But Briar knew that he was lying to himself. Tris was not going to wake up. She was gone; gone from him forever. Never again would he see her smile; never again would he hear her beautiful voice; never again would talk to him; never again would she live. His one and only love, his Coppercurls, had been taken from him, and he would never love another.
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A/N: That was supposed to be sad, but I cannot write anything sentimental. Before you kill me, know that this is not the end of the story. You'll just have to wait for the next chapter.
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