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"I'm not sure about her." Numair whispered into Daine's ear as they quickly walked to their rooms.
"Kharnia?" Daine asked.
"Yes her!" Numair said with exasperation.
"She doesn't seem bad." Daine said. "She hasn't looked longingly at you or anything."
"No, it's not that." Numair murmured as they reached his door.
"Then what ever is it?" Daine asked feeling as if she was over looking something drastic.
"She should have been more interested in you." Numair said as he swung open his door.
"Why? Who would be interested in little old me?" Daine asked sarcastically. Numair shot her a glance that looked her over and made her blush.
"You'd be surprised, Magelet." He whispered, but turned away as he entered his rooms. "She should have been much more interested in your wild magic. Before her whole dying fiasco we were trying to prove the existence of wild magic." He stated hollowly.
"Oh, I see." Daine said pausing as she stood to ponder his words. "What does this mean then?" She asked looking up at him.
"It means she's preoccupied with something else." Numair said distastefully.
"So she's preoccupied with trying to get whatever is left of her life back in order..." Daine said, but was cut off by Numair.
"No, I know her. Or at least I used to." He said. "If she was trying to get her life back in order coming here and causing a conflict would be the last thing she'd want to do." Numair said as he slid a hand through long unruly raven hair.
"Then what does she want?" Daine asked starting to get nervous as Numair began to pace around the room.
"I don't know. There is something here she wants, but I don't know what it is." He said feeling frustrated. He plopped down on his sofa and sunk down in defeat. Daine hurried over and sat by him as she snuck an arm around him. Daine let her head fall against his chest and closed her eyes.
"Do you think she's up to something detrimental to us?" She asked as she felt his heart beat under her cheek.
"I don't know, I just don't know." Numair said as he rested his chin on the top of her head. They sat together for a while before Numair opened his eyes as he remembered something. "What were you going to ask me the other night?" Numair asked only to realize Daine had fallen asleep. He smiled and wrapped his tightened arms around her and watched her sleep. Neither one of them had anything important to do for the rest of the day. He smiled as he realized she was his for the rest of the day.
***************************** NEXT MORNING
Kharnia awoke in the early morning to find the first traces of the sunrise from her window. She looked out over the slumbering city and smiled.
"What a day today will be." She said to herself. "This country will lose its most prized mage and gain another enemy all in one day." She said aloud, enjoying the way it sounded. "And that girl will have all her thoughts of marriage soiled." She said, putting her hand to her mouth in mockery. She moved her hand and picked up the rare gemstone on her night stand. It felt cool in her hands and glittered with a purple luster in the pale light of early dawn. She smiled to herself then muttered a chant and vanished.
At that very moment she reappeared in an old building that looked like a place of worship for cults. She casually walked over to her cauldron and looked in and was quite pleased with what she saw. The potion was nearing completion and would be finished within the hour. She turned and began to organize the ingredients she would need for the final potion. Once done she walked to the storage room and examined various types of shackles. She picked out a pair that had exceedingly long chains and cuffs that would magically conform to the size of its captive's wrists. Then she looked down to notice a medium stone basin with something in it. She bent down, picked it up and blew the dust off of it. It was stone with crimson artwork of torturing subjects. She picked up the long bar that was inside of it only to realize it was a hollow tube. She smiled enthusiastically as she realized what it was, then grabbed the shackles and went back to the large chamber.
Once back in the room she walked a few feet away from the cauldron towards the far end of the room. She chanted a phrase and the ends of the shackle's chains flew up and attached themselves to the ceiling. Then she placed the innocent looking basin down on the floor and walked over to her potion.
"It's done!" She said happily to herself as she began to scry the city for Numair and Daine. She smiled as she sensed Numair still in his rooms and Daine already heading to the stables. She took a flask out of her pocket and pulled the cork out of it. She then magically sent the flask into the potion to fill with it. Once filled with the potion the flask hovered above the pot and any left over potions on its glass sides ran off, leaving the flask dry. Kharnia grabbed it and carefully put the cork back in and put it back into her pocket. Then she drew a symbol above the pot and the remaining potion disappeared as she put the beginning ingredients of The Potion of the Dead in the pot and watched as the ingredients combined and began to boil.
"Best be getting back to the palace since this will take another five hours... Just about the same time I'll be capturing an unsuspecting mage..." She said manically. Then she picked up the gem stone laying near the cauldron and chanted.
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Numair sighed as he flung his black robe over himself and smoothed his hair back with his hand. 'It's going to be a long day' he thought to himself. As he walked towards his door the thought of Daine slumbering in his arms flashed through his head, causing him to smile as the door opened with a moan.
"Numair?" A familiar voice said as he stepped into the hall. Numair turned to see Kharnia. \
"What?" Numair asked startled, she wore a long robe and her right hand seemed to be fidgeting with something, but the length of the sleeve hid it.
"I'm going now... I've seen what I needed see... Heard what I needed to hear..." She stammered with a hitch in her breath. "There's just something I want to give you before I go." She said and Numair realized the thing in her hand was something for him. She looked up at him with a tear stained face. "It's just all too much."
"All right." Numair said as he extended his hand to receive whatever it was she had for him. Fast as lightning a gloved hand shot out and forcibly pressed something Numair couldn't make out into his hand. After a second white hot pain shot up his arm from his hand. He jerked his hand back with a yelp and looked at her to see maddened eyes. He looked down at his hand to see a crushed class vial along with its milky liquid contents seeping into wounds that the glass had made. Horror struck he could do nothing but watch as his crimson blood pooled and swirled with the unknown liquid. "What... What did you do?" He asked in a shocked raspy voice. Suddenly he felt the feeling in his body slip away and he crashed to the floor completely paralyzed. His mind reeled as he realized what the substance was. "How could you?" He managed to wheeze out before the paralysis had taken over his motor functions, leaving only his eyes functioning, watching in utter terror as she knelt down beside him with a sickeningly satisfied grin.
"No one can save you now." She whispered with her face hovering above his own. She pulled gem from her pocket and placed her free hand firmly on his chest and chanted.
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OH MY GOD I'M EVIL!
"I'm not sure about her." Numair whispered into Daine's ear as they quickly walked to their rooms.
"Kharnia?" Daine asked.
"Yes her!" Numair said with exasperation.
"She doesn't seem bad." Daine said. "She hasn't looked longingly at you or anything."
"No, it's not that." Numair murmured as they reached his door.
"Then what ever is it?" Daine asked feeling as if she was over looking something drastic.
"She should have been more interested in you." Numair said as he swung open his door.
"Why? Who would be interested in little old me?" Daine asked sarcastically. Numair shot her a glance that looked her over and made her blush.
"You'd be surprised, Magelet." He whispered, but turned away as he entered his rooms. "She should have been much more interested in your wild magic. Before her whole dying fiasco we were trying to prove the existence of wild magic." He stated hollowly.
"Oh, I see." Daine said pausing as she stood to ponder his words. "What does this mean then?" She asked looking up at him.
"It means she's preoccupied with something else." Numair said distastefully.
"So she's preoccupied with trying to get whatever is left of her life back in order..." Daine said, but was cut off by Numair.
"No, I know her. Or at least I used to." He said. "If she was trying to get her life back in order coming here and causing a conflict would be the last thing she'd want to do." Numair said as he slid a hand through long unruly raven hair.
"Then what does she want?" Daine asked starting to get nervous as Numair began to pace around the room.
"I don't know. There is something here she wants, but I don't know what it is." He said feeling frustrated. He plopped down on his sofa and sunk down in defeat. Daine hurried over and sat by him as she snuck an arm around him. Daine let her head fall against his chest and closed her eyes.
"Do you think she's up to something detrimental to us?" She asked as she felt his heart beat under her cheek.
"I don't know, I just don't know." Numair said as he rested his chin on the top of her head. They sat together for a while before Numair opened his eyes as he remembered something. "What were you going to ask me the other night?" Numair asked only to realize Daine had fallen asleep. He smiled and wrapped his tightened arms around her and watched her sleep. Neither one of them had anything important to do for the rest of the day. He smiled as he realized she was his for the rest of the day.
***************************** NEXT MORNING
Kharnia awoke in the early morning to find the first traces of the sunrise from her window. She looked out over the slumbering city and smiled.
"What a day today will be." She said to herself. "This country will lose its most prized mage and gain another enemy all in one day." She said aloud, enjoying the way it sounded. "And that girl will have all her thoughts of marriage soiled." She said, putting her hand to her mouth in mockery. She moved her hand and picked up the rare gemstone on her night stand. It felt cool in her hands and glittered with a purple luster in the pale light of early dawn. She smiled to herself then muttered a chant and vanished.
At that very moment she reappeared in an old building that looked like a place of worship for cults. She casually walked over to her cauldron and looked in and was quite pleased with what she saw. The potion was nearing completion and would be finished within the hour. She turned and began to organize the ingredients she would need for the final potion. Once done she walked to the storage room and examined various types of shackles. She picked out a pair that had exceedingly long chains and cuffs that would magically conform to the size of its captive's wrists. Then she looked down to notice a medium stone basin with something in it. She bent down, picked it up and blew the dust off of it. It was stone with crimson artwork of torturing subjects. She picked up the long bar that was inside of it only to realize it was a hollow tube. She smiled enthusiastically as she realized what it was, then grabbed the shackles and went back to the large chamber.
Once back in the room she walked a few feet away from the cauldron towards the far end of the room. She chanted a phrase and the ends of the shackle's chains flew up and attached themselves to the ceiling. Then she placed the innocent looking basin down on the floor and walked over to her potion.
"It's done!" She said happily to herself as she began to scry the city for Numair and Daine. She smiled as she sensed Numair still in his rooms and Daine already heading to the stables. She took a flask out of her pocket and pulled the cork out of it. She then magically sent the flask into the potion to fill with it. Once filled with the potion the flask hovered above the pot and any left over potions on its glass sides ran off, leaving the flask dry. Kharnia grabbed it and carefully put the cork back in and put it back into her pocket. Then she drew a symbol above the pot and the remaining potion disappeared as she put the beginning ingredients of The Potion of the Dead in the pot and watched as the ingredients combined and began to boil.
"Best be getting back to the palace since this will take another five hours... Just about the same time I'll be capturing an unsuspecting mage..." She said manically. Then she picked up the gem stone laying near the cauldron and chanted.
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Numair sighed as he flung his black robe over himself and smoothed his hair back with his hand. 'It's going to be a long day' he thought to himself. As he walked towards his door the thought of Daine slumbering in his arms flashed through his head, causing him to smile as the door opened with a moan.
"Numair?" A familiar voice said as he stepped into the hall. Numair turned to see Kharnia. \
"What?" Numair asked startled, she wore a long robe and her right hand seemed to be fidgeting with something, but the length of the sleeve hid it.
"I'm going now... I've seen what I needed see... Heard what I needed to hear..." She stammered with a hitch in her breath. "There's just something I want to give you before I go." She said and Numair realized the thing in her hand was something for him. She looked up at him with a tear stained face. "It's just all too much."
"All right." Numair said as he extended his hand to receive whatever it was she had for him. Fast as lightning a gloved hand shot out and forcibly pressed something Numair couldn't make out into his hand. After a second white hot pain shot up his arm from his hand. He jerked his hand back with a yelp and looked at her to see maddened eyes. He looked down at his hand to see a crushed class vial along with its milky liquid contents seeping into wounds that the glass had made. Horror struck he could do nothing but watch as his crimson blood pooled and swirled with the unknown liquid. "What... What did you do?" He asked in a shocked raspy voice. Suddenly he felt the feeling in his body slip away and he crashed to the floor completely paralyzed. His mind reeled as he realized what the substance was. "How could you?" He managed to wheeze out before the paralysis had taken over his motor functions, leaving only his eyes functioning, watching in utter terror as she knelt down beside him with a sickeningly satisfied grin.
"No one can save you now." She whispered with her face hovering above his own. She pulled gem from her pocket and placed her free hand firmly on his chest and chanted.
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OH MY GOD I'M EVIL!