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"Now just relax!" Daine scolded as the horse, a beautiful stallion, tried to get away from her. The stallion calmed down as soon as he heard her voice in his head.
*What do you want with me?* He demanded in a dignified voice.
*You're sick, I've come to heal you.* Daine retorted in mind speech as she closed the distance between them and ran a hand down the silky black fur of his muzzle.
*I guess I can trust you.* He said warily.
*Good, now just lay down. I promise it wont hurt and it wont take long.* Daine said mentally as a smile crept on her face. Daine placed her hands on the magnificent animal and closed her eyes in concentration. She ignored the way the hay was biting into her legs, the musky sent of the stable and the light chatter of the soldiers. She focused all her energy on burning out the illness. Luckily the horses had come down with a fairly weak bug, but since she had only ever seen this particular illness much further south of Corus she deduced that these horses had no immunity to it and thus it made them violently ill. Luckily this particular stallion was the last horse she needed to heal for she was already looking forward to seeing Numair again. Daine fought for concentration as thoughts of Numair tried to intervene with her healing. She adamantly pushed them away as she burned the last bit of illness out of the horse. Daine opened her eyes and smiled at the horse. *There, you're all better.* She said sweetly. The horse stood up and turned to her.
*You are truly worthy of the respect of the people.* The stallion said and Daine smiled, stood and kissed his muzzle.
*That means a lot.* She said warmly. *But if you don't mind, I desire the company of my mate.* She said with longing.
*Of course, I will not keep you from him.* The stallion said courteously. Daine smiled gave him one last pat then left. Then a thought came to her from the back of her mind.
"Kitten!" Daine gasped to herself. "I left her all alone for over a day! She's going to kill me!" Daine said as she changed directions and hurried to her own rooms. Once she got there and opened the door she was met by a very anger kitten. "I'm so sorry Kit." Daine said and tried to comfort Kit. Finally Kit settled down, but was not about to be left alone again. "Would you like to go see Numair with me?" Daine asked and Kit jumped up and down enthusiastically. Daine smiled and motioned for Kit to follow her out the door. Kit chirped to Daine happily as they made their way to Numair's rooms. Daine was sure he wasn't done with the examinations or his classes yet, but at least his rooms smelled like him and that comforted her. As Daine approached his door she noticed that it was wide open. She was perplexed by this, but realized Kit had stopped dead and fixed a cold stare on the door as the color drained out of her scales. Butterflies suddenly fluttered in Daine's stomach as she again looked at the opened door. It opened towards them so they couldn't see the room's entrance or anything that may lie behind it. Kit whistled in an ear splitting pitch and shot towards the door and ran around it. Daine hurried after her.
"What's wrong Kit?" Daine asked in a frightened tone. As she turned the corner, she saw Kit sniffing at something on the floor. Daine squinted her eyes and was momentarily frozen by what she saw. On the floor was shattered glass, a viscous milky liquid and unmistakable blood. Shocked, Daine bent down and brought her hand down to touch the alien liquid, but Kit pulled her hand back with a sharp scolding trill. Her mind couldn't yet focus on the blood as she tried to gather her thoughts to explain the odd mess. Kitten began to chirp and trill anxiously. Then an absolutely horrible thought came to her. "Kit? Is that... Is it Numair's blood?" She said in barely more than a whisper. Kit's head nodded vigorously and began to pull on her pant leg towards. "We need to get help." Daine said frightened as she stood up only to get a angered trill from the young dragon as if to tell her 'duh'.
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(AN: Just to make sure you get it.... The last chapter ended with Kharnia pulling out the gem... Yeah the gem that does the transportation. This starts as soon as she and Numair are transported... Yeah I know I'm not being very chronological right now... FORGIVE ME! Lol)
Numair's eyes rolled around in their sockets trying to figure out where he was. He was in a large room that was filled with crimson light. Since he couldn't turn his head, he couldn't get a complete idea of the room's size. Suddenly he felt harsh hands on his shoulders that began to drag his limp body. Even though his mobility was paralyzed, he could still vividly feel pain. He could feel jagged edges bitting into his back, thighs and rear, revealing that the tiles beneath him were chipping away. Tears welled up in his eyes as one particularly sharp edge ripped into buttocks and he felt the warmth of his blood seep into his pants. The torment of being dragged suddenly stopped. Numair heard chains clang and even more fear rose in the pit of his stomach. Numair had never been so frightened in his life as his body was crudely lifted and cold shackles found their way around his wrists. Suddenly he realized that the shackles were attached by long chains hanging from the ceiling and that the length of the chains required that three quarters of his body be suspended. Only his knees, lower legs and feet still touched the floor, his head hung limply, bent at the nape. He heard some chanting and suddenly felt cool air against his chest. He realized that she had used some sort of spell to remove his robe and shirt and heard what sounded like clothing fall to the floor towards the wall on his left. He felt sharp nails drag across the flesh of his sides and chest.
"Perhaps I should explain all this..." He heard Kharnia say in a maddened voice. Kharnia ripped the chain that held her charm from her neck. She threw it in the air and chanted a single syllable that made the charm burst into flame and release the body held within. Now the body of her love law between Numair's chained one and the cauldron. She grabbed Numair by the hair and lifted his head so he could see Leiano's body. "That is why I am here." She said and let his head fall harshly to it's original limp state. Numair's head began to spin with this new information. "You see Leiano didn't fake my death to kidnap me, he faked my death so we could be together. The stormwing that attacked us killed him and only spared me enough time to save my own life. In my grief of his unexpected loss I came upon one of his books and in that book there is a recipe for a potion that brings back a dead lover, but the catch is I need six pints of blood from a pervious lover, but not just any lover. No, this lover has to be a betrayed one, which makes you my only candidate." Kharnia said murderously as Numair felt an excruciating blow hit his mouth. "All those times you kissed me... I was loyal to someone else." She said psychotically. Numair's lower lip had broken open and blood began to pour out of it and down his face. Since his head was hanging backwards, the blood flowed over his checks, eyes, forehead and into his hair. "I never loved you." She said menacingly as Numair felt a devastating kick to his groin. Kharnia turned on her heel and headed over to Leiano's body where she knelt and stroked his hair lovingly. "It'll only be a half hour and I can add the blood then it'll only be an hours wait from there." Numair listened to her one way conversation and tried to block out the pain that was ripping through his flesh. He knew of the potion she spoke of, but he also knew something she obviously didn't about it. If the person had already made it to the black god's realm, then the potion wouldn't work. Leiano had been dead for several weeks and would be well in the black god's grasp by now. Unfortunately the few text books on the black market that had managed to obtain the potion's directions failed to mention that.
'Losing six pints of blood will kill me.' Numair thought fearfully. 'Daine, I'm never going to see her again.' Numair thought and his heart nearly collapsed. 'What will happen to her? Will she be able to move on with her life? Forget about me?' Numair thought as tears of bleeding emotions spilled from Numair's eyes, washing away some of the blood on his face.
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Daine and Kit ran as fast as they could to get help. The first person they encountered was Jon. He had just ended a meeting and was trying to find his wife.
"Jon!" Daine yelled as she approached him. "Something happened to Numair!" Daine yelled frantically. Jon stood frozen for a moment, his mind momentarily caught off guard.
"What do you mean? What happened?" Jon asked urgently as he processed the urgency of the situation.
"I went to his rooms, the door was opened and there was glass, some kind of liquid and blood all over the floor." Daine managed to get out between breaths.
"Well, lets go investigate it." Jon said as he and Daine ran back to the scene. Jon looked over the evidence. "Kit, go get Lindhall." Jon said to order the young dragon. The young dragon trilled dissatisfied at being ordered by anyone, but complied only for Numair's sake. "We can't be sure this is Numair's blood..." Jon said, but Daine cut him off.
"I asked Kit, she said nodded." Daine said. Jon nodded not entirely satisfied with the answer, but knew the young dragon had peculiar powers.
"Did she tell you anything else?" He queried her.
"Not really... When I tried to touch the liquid she grabbed my hand and scolded me, but that's about it." Daine said as fear for Numair started to double. "What could the liquid be? What might of happened to Numair?" Daine asked in fear.
"I think I might know, but I want Lindhall to confirm it... I also need him to confirm Numair's absence... Gods I hope Numair is overseeing the tests right now." Jon stuttered as he heard hurried footsteps coming towards them as well as Kit and another set of footsteps he couldn't register. He looked up to see Lindhall and Kit.
"What's going on?" Lindhall asked as the odd pair rounded the opened door. Lindhall gasped when he saw the mess before him.
"Tell me that's not what I think it is." Jon said pointed to the white, milky, viscous liquid. Lindhall bent down and examined it.
"Were you thinking that it may be Paralyzing Potion?" Lindhall asked and Jon nodded. "Well, then I'm afraid you're right." He said and Jon closed his eyes in dismay. Daine looked to them with even more fear. "I was wondering why he didn't show up today." Lindhall said softly.
"What does this mean?" Daine asked scared.
"He's been abducted." Jon muttered. "But by who?" Jon asked to no one in particular. "Lindhall, how many pages do we have that could conjure up such an advanced potion?" Lindhall mused it over as Kit sniffed the potion and trilled for Lindhall to investigate it once more.
"There are several that could conjure this potion with some sort of accuracy, but only a black robe could make this one." Lindhall said.
"Why do you say that?" Jon asked and Lindhall looked up at him gravely.
"Because this potion has a substrate in it... Something to make the potion act in a special way... I don't know in what way, but that something like that is a very advanced technique and none of our students could have made it. As far as I'm aware, Numair is the only one in this country that could have made it." Lindhall said gravely.
"But then where is Numair?" Jon asked as the party was startled by a very sharp trill from Kit. She was scratching madly at a crack between the wall and floor. As Daine moved to stop Kit, the dragon succeeded in freeing a rock from the crevice. The force that Kit used to free the rock sent it thru the air towards Lindhall. Lindhall caught it, before it fell into the potion and looked at it curiously.
"Interesting..." Lindhall said examining the rock.
"It's just a rock." Jon said, but Lindhall shook his head and held the stone up. "It's a very rare gem, so rare that I've only ever read about it." Lindhall said and looked up to Jon and Daine. "This problem just got worse." He said and the others looked at him confused.
"How?" Daine asked anxiously.
"This gem is used to transport people from place to place. Someone attacked our friend, paralyzed him by smashing the vial of potion into his skin and transported him... they could be in a different country for all we know... from what I've read these gems can communicate to each other for thousands of miles." Lindhall said and Daine started to panic.
"We have to do something! Make sure all the mages are accounted for!" Daine said desperately to Jon.
"What is all the commotion about? Have you seen Kharnia? She was supposed to leave today, but all her things are still here." Kaddar said as he approached them.
"What do you mean Kharnia's missing?" Jon asked, but Daine jumped to the conclusion before he could.
"Kharnia was supposed to be a black robed mage right?" Daine said jumping towards her friend.
"Yes, but... What happened here?" Kaddar asked when he caught sight of the scene behind them.
"Something happened to Numair and were trying to figure out who did it." Jon said as Kaddar took in the scene before him. Daine grabbed Kaddar by the shoulders.
"Did she act weird at all since she came back? Take notice of any odd place?" Daine said desperately. Kaddar shook his head.
"No, yesterday, she was obsessing over that old building." Kaddar said and then Jon looked to him quickly.
"Yes she was." Jon said perking up.
"What building?" Daine asked frantically.
"The old meeting house." Jon answered.
"The cursed one?" Daine asked fearfully. Jon nodded.
"Then someone has to go there." Lindhall said.
"We can't send anyone that won't be cursed." Jon said angrily.
"But someone has to go! He could be there!" Daine said hysterically. She felt every second slipping away... As if it was Numair's very life ticking away. "She can go." Lindhall said.
"No, I won't have the curses kill her."Jon said frantically.
"Forgive me if I'm wrong, but I've never found any evidence that there is a curse against wild magic." Lindhall said.
"I'm going!" Daine said making up her mind for herself.
"Wait!" Jon said, but Daine kept on walking. "Lindhall and I are coming with you!" Jon said taking Lindhall by the arm and running after Daine.
"But you just said neither of you can enter." Daine said briskly.
"No, we can't, but we can wait outside. If you get her outside, we can take care of her." Jon said.
"Wait! How do you know she's behind this?" Kaddar said bringing up the rear only to get his answer from an angry Kit.
"That's all the answer I need." Daine said she began to run to the stables.
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Numair couldn't tell how long he had been hanging, but if he had to guess he would have to say at least twenty-five minutes. 'She said it'd only be a half hour' Numair thought frantically as he heard footsteps coming towards him. His body sill ached all over from her previous beating. He heard something make a hard clang beside him and felt hands run his right side. She pressed a finger into his flesh, just above his hip bone, but below his last rib.
"Now there are many ways to get six pints of blood, but this way is even faster than splitting your neck open." She said sadistically as numair felt something cold placed against the spot her finger had been.
'It's a hollow tube' Numair thought and his stomach twisted. 'She's going to shove it into my kidney. I'll die in minutes.' He thought fearfully. 'Goddess, let Daine know how much I loved her.' Numair thought as a fresh wave of tears stung his eyes.
"Now don't move. This might hurt." Kharnia said with a hideous cackle. Then Numair felt white hot pain, like nothing he ever felt before burn deep into his side. Kharnia watched with satisfaction as deep crimson blood shot out from the end of the tube and spilled into the basin. Numair could hear the sickening sound of his blood hit the basin as he tried to maintain consciousness against the pain. Within twenty seconds of the injury Numair could feel himself pale as the blood loss set in. He felt colder than he ever had before. 'I'm dying.' He thought dryly, but an image of Daine's sweet face popped into his memory. 'No.' He thought. 'I can't leave her!' He thought with dispar. 'It's not supposed to be like this. Were supposed to be married in two days. We are supposed to live our lives out happily.' He thought as blackness started to set into his mind. 'What would our lives have been like? I might have been a father...' Numair thought sadly as the darkness over took him and all consciousness was lost to him.
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"Now just relax!" Daine scolded as the horse, a beautiful stallion, tried to get away from her. The stallion calmed down as soon as he heard her voice in his head.
*What do you want with me?* He demanded in a dignified voice.
*You're sick, I've come to heal you.* Daine retorted in mind speech as she closed the distance between them and ran a hand down the silky black fur of his muzzle.
*I guess I can trust you.* He said warily.
*Good, now just lay down. I promise it wont hurt and it wont take long.* Daine said mentally as a smile crept on her face. Daine placed her hands on the magnificent animal and closed her eyes in concentration. She ignored the way the hay was biting into her legs, the musky sent of the stable and the light chatter of the soldiers. She focused all her energy on burning out the illness. Luckily the horses had come down with a fairly weak bug, but since she had only ever seen this particular illness much further south of Corus she deduced that these horses had no immunity to it and thus it made them violently ill. Luckily this particular stallion was the last horse she needed to heal for she was already looking forward to seeing Numair again. Daine fought for concentration as thoughts of Numair tried to intervene with her healing. She adamantly pushed them away as she burned the last bit of illness out of the horse. Daine opened her eyes and smiled at the horse. *There, you're all better.* She said sweetly. The horse stood up and turned to her.
*You are truly worthy of the respect of the people.* The stallion said and Daine smiled, stood and kissed his muzzle.
*That means a lot.* She said warmly. *But if you don't mind, I desire the company of my mate.* She said with longing.
*Of course, I will not keep you from him.* The stallion said courteously. Daine smiled gave him one last pat then left. Then a thought came to her from the back of her mind.
"Kitten!" Daine gasped to herself. "I left her all alone for over a day! She's going to kill me!" Daine said as she changed directions and hurried to her own rooms. Once she got there and opened the door she was met by a very anger kitten. "I'm so sorry Kit." Daine said and tried to comfort Kit. Finally Kit settled down, but was not about to be left alone again. "Would you like to go see Numair with me?" Daine asked and Kit jumped up and down enthusiastically. Daine smiled and motioned for Kit to follow her out the door. Kit chirped to Daine happily as they made their way to Numair's rooms. Daine was sure he wasn't done with the examinations or his classes yet, but at least his rooms smelled like him and that comforted her. As Daine approached his door she noticed that it was wide open. She was perplexed by this, but realized Kit had stopped dead and fixed a cold stare on the door as the color drained out of her scales. Butterflies suddenly fluttered in Daine's stomach as she again looked at the opened door. It opened towards them so they couldn't see the room's entrance or anything that may lie behind it. Kit whistled in an ear splitting pitch and shot towards the door and ran around it. Daine hurried after her.
"What's wrong Kit?" Daine asked in a frightened tone. As she turned the corner, she saw Kit sniffing at something on the floor. Daine squinted her eyes and was momentarily frozen by what she saw. On the floor was shattered glass, a viscous milky liquid and unmistakable blood. Shocked, Daine bent down and brought her hand down to touch the alien liquid, but Kit pulled her hand back with a sharp scolding trill. Her mind couldn't yet focus on the blood as she tried to gather her thoughts to explain the odd mess. Kitten began to chirp and trill anxiously. Then an absolutely horrible thought came to her. "Kit? Is that... Is it Numair's blood?" She said in barely more than a whisper. Kit's head nodded vigorously and began to pull on her pant leg towards. "We need to get help." Daine said frightened as she stood up only to get a angered trill from the young dragon as if to tell her 'duh'.
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(AN: Just to make sure you get it.... The last chapter ended with Kharnia pulling out the gem... Yeah the gem that does the transportation. This starts as soon as she and Numair are transported... Yeah I know I'm not being very chronological right now... FORGIVE ME! Lol)
Numair's eyes rolled around in their sockets trying to figure out where he was. He was in a large room that was filled with crimson light. Since he couldn't turn his head, he couldn't get a complete idea of the room's size. Suddenly he felt harsh hands on his shoulders that began to drag his limp body. Even though his mobility was paralyzed, he could still vividly feel pain. He could feel jagged edges bitting into his back, thighs and rear, revealing that the tiles beneath him were chipping away. Tears welled up in his eyes as one particularly sharp edge ripped into buttocks and he felt the warmth of his blood seep into his pants. The torment of being dragged suddenly stopped. Numair heard chains clang and even more fear rose in the pit of his stomach. Numair had never been so frightened in his life as his body was crudely lifted and cold shackles found their way around his wrists. Suddenly he realized that the shackles were attached by long chains hanging from the ceiling and that the length of the chains required that three quarters of his body be suspended. Only his knees, lower legs and feet still touched the floor, his head hung limply, bent at the nape. He heard some chanting and suddenly felt cool air against his chest. He realized that she had used some sort of spell to remove his robe and shirt and heard what sounded like clothing fall to the floor towards the wall on his left. He felt sharp nails drag across the flesh of his sides and chest.
"Perhaps I should explain all this..." He heard Kharnia say in a maddened voice. Kharnia ripped the chain that held her charm from her neck. She threw it in the air and chanted a single syllable that made the charm burst into flame and release the body held within. Now the body of her love law between Numair's chained one and the cauldron. She grabbed Numair by the hair and lifted his head so he could see Leiano's body. "That is why I am here." She said and let his head fall harshly to it's original limp state. Numair's head began to spin with this new information. "You see Leiano didn't fake my death to kidnap me, he faked my death so we could be together. The stormwing that attacked us killed him and only spared me enough time to save my own life. In my grief of his unexpected loss I came upon one of his books and in that book there is a recipe for a potion that brings back a dead lover, but the catch is I need six pints of blood from a pervious lover, but not just any lover. No, this lover has to be a betrayed one, which makes you my only candidate." Kharnia said murderously as Numair felt an excruciating blow hit his mouth. "All those times you kissed me... I was loyal to someone else." She said psychotically. Numair's lower lip had broken open and blood began to pour out of it and down his face. Since his head was hanging backwards, the blood flowed over his checks, eyes, forehead and into his hair. "I never loved you." She said menacingly as Numair felt a devastating kick to his groin. Kharnia turned on her heel and headed over to Leiano's body where she knelt and stroked his hair lovingly. "It'll only be a half hour and I can add the blood then it'll only be an hours wait from there." Numair listened to her one way conversation and tried to block out the pain that was ripping through his flesh. He knew of the potion she spoke of, but he also knew something she obviously didn't about it. If the person had already made it to the black god's realm, then the potion wouldn't work. Leiano had been dead for several weeks and would be well in the black god's grasp by now. Unfortunately the few text books on the black market that had managed to obtain the potion's directions failed to mention that.
'Losing six pints of blood will kill me.' Numair thought fearfully. 'Daine, I'm never going to see her again.' Numair thought and his heart nearly collapsed. 'What will happen to her? Will she be able to move on with her life? Forget about me?' Numair thought as tears of bleeding emotions spilled from Numair's eyes, washing away some of the blood on his face.
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Daine and Kit ran as fast as they could to get help. The first person they encountered was Jon. He had just ended a meeting and was trying to find his wife.
"Jon!" Daine yelled as she approached him. "Something happened to Numair!" Daine yelled frantically. Jon stood frozen for a moment, his mind momentarily caught off guard.
"What do you mean? What happened?" Jon asked urgently as he processed the urgency of the situation.
"I went to his rooms, the door was opened and there was glass, some kind of liquid and blood all over the floor." Daine managed to get out between breaths.
"Well, lets go investigate it." Jon said as he and Daine ran back to the scene. Jon looked over the evidence. "Kit, go get Lindhall." Jon said to order the young dragon. The young dragon trilled dissatisfied at being ordered by anyone, but complied only for Numair's sake. "We can't be sure this is Numair's blood..." Jon said, but Daine cut him off.
"I asked Kit, she said nodded." Daine said. Jon nodded not entirely satisfied with the answer, but knew the young dragon had peculiar powers.
"Did she tell you anything else?" He queried her.
"Not really... When I tried to touch the liquid she grabbed my hand and scolded me, but that's about it." Daine said as fear for Numair started to double. "What could the liquid be? What might of happened to Numair?" Daine asked in fear.
"I think I might know, but I want Lindhall to confirm it... I also need him to confirm Numair's absence... Gods I hope Numair is overseeing the tests right now." Jon stuttered as he heard hurried footsteps coming towards them as well as Kit and another set of footsteps he couldn't register. He looked up to see Lindhall and Kit.
"What's going on?" Lindhall asked as the odd pair rounded the opened door. Lindhall gasped when he saw the mess before him.
"Tell me that's not what I think it is." Jon said pointed to the white, milky, viscous liquid. Lindhall bent down and examined it.
"Were you thinking that it may be Paralyzing Potion?" Lindhall asked and Jon nodded. "Well, then I'm afraid you're right." He said and Jon closed his eyes in dismay. Daine looked to them with even more fear. "I was wondering why he didn't show up today." Lindhall said softly.
"What does this mean?" Daine asked scared.
"He's been abducted." Jon muttered. "But by who?" Jon asked to no one in particular. "Lindhall, how many pages do we have that could conjure up such an advanced potion?" Lindhall mused it over as Kit sniffed the potion and trilled for Lindhall to investigate it once more.
"There are several that could conjure this potion with some sort of accuracy, but only a black robe could make this one." Lindhall said.
"Why do you say that?" Jon asked and Lindhall looked up at him gravely.
"Because this potion has a substrate in it... Something to make the potion act in a special way... I don't know in what way, but that something like that is a very advanced technique and none of our students could have made it. As far as I'm aware, Numair is the only one in this country that could have made it." Lindhall said gravely.
"But then where is Numair?" Jon asked as the party was startled by a very sharp trill from Kit. She was scratching madly at a crack between the wall and floor. As Daine moved to stop Kit, the dragon succeeded in freeing a rock from the crevice. The force that Kit used to free the rock sent it thru the air towards Lindhall. Lindhall caught it, before it fell into the potion and looked at it curiously.
"Interesting..." Lindhall said examining the rock.
"It's just a rock." Jon said, but Lindhall shook his head and held the stone up. "It's a very rare gem, so rare that I've only ever read about it." Lindhall said and looked up to Jon and Daine. "This problem just got worse." He said and the others looked at him confused.
"How?" Daine asked anxiously.
"This gem is used to transport people from place to place. Someone attacked our friend, paralyzed him by smashing the vial of potion into his skin and transported him... they could be in a different country for all we know... from what I've read these gems can communicate to each other for thousands of miles." Lindhall said and Daine started to panic.
"We have to do something! Make sure all the mages are accounted for!" Daine said desperately to Jon.
"What is all the commotion about? Have you seen Kharnia? She was supposed to leave today, but all her things are still here." Kaddar said as he approached them.
"What do you mean Kharnia's missing?" Jon asked, but Daine jumped to the conclusion before he could.
"Kharnia was supposed to be a black robed mage right?" Daine said jumping towards her friend.
"Yes, but... What happened here?" Kaddar asked when he caught sight of the scene behind them.
"Something happened to Numair and were trying to figure out who did it." Jon said as Kaddar took in the scene before him. Daine grabbed Kaddar by the shoulders.
"Did she act weird at all since she came back? Take notice of any odd place?" Daine said desperately. Kaddar shook his head.
"No, yesterday, she was obsessing over that old building." Kaddar said and then Jon looked to him quickly.
"Yes she was." Jon said perking up.
"What building?" Daine asked frantically.
"The old meeting house." Jon answered.
"The cursed one?" Daine asked fearfully. Jon nodded.
"Then someone has to go there." Lindhall said.
"We can't send anyone that won't be cursed." Jon said angrily.
"But someone has to go! He could be there!" Daine said hysterically. She felt every second slipping away... As if it was Numair's very life ticking away. "She can go." Lindhall said.
"No, I won't have the curses kill her."Jon said frantically.
"Forgive me if I'm wrong, but I've never found any evidence that there is a curse against wild magic." Lindhall said.
"I'm going!" Daine said making up her mind for herself.
"Wait!" Jon said, but Daine kept on walking. "Lindhall and I are coming with you!" Jon said taking Lindhall by the arm and running after Daine.
"But you just said neither of you can enter." Daine said briskly.
"No, we can't, but we can wait outside. If you get her outside, we can take care of her." Jon said.
"Wait! How do you know she's behind this?" Kaddar said bringing up the rear only to get his answer from an angry Kit.
"That's all the answer I need." Daine said she began to run to the stables.
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Numair couldn't tell how long he had been hanging, but if he had to guess he would have to say at least twenty-five minutes. 'She said it'd only be a half hour' Numair thought frantically as he heard footsteps coming towards him. His body sill ached all over from her previous beating. He heard something make a hard clang beside him and felt hands run his right side. She pressed a finger into his flesh, just above his hip bone, but below his last rib.
"Now there are many ways to get six pints of blood, but this way is even faster than splitting your neck open." She said sadistically as numair felt something cold placed against the spot her finger had been.
'It's a hollow tube' Numair thought and his stomach twisted. 'She's going to shove it into my kidney. I'll die in minutes.' He thought fearfully. 'Goddess, let Daine know how much I loved her.' Numair thought as a fresh wave of tears stung his eyes.
"Now don't move. This might hurt." Kharnia said with a hideous cackle. Then Numair felt white hot pain, like nothing he ever felt before burn deep into his side. Kharnia watched with satisfaction as deep crimson blood shot out from the end of the tube and spilled into the basin. Numair could hear the sickening sound of his blood hit the basin as he tried to maintain consciousness against the pain. Within twenty seconds of the injury Numair could feel himself pale as the blood loss set in. He felt colder than he ever had before. 'I'm dying.' He thought dryly, but an image of Daine's sweet face popped into his memory. 'No.' He thought. 'I can't leave her!' He thought with dispar. 'It's not supposed to be like this. Were supposed to be married in two days. We are supposed to live our lives out happily.' He thought as blackness started to set into his mind. 'What would our lives have been like? I might have been a father...' Numair thought sadly as the darkness over took him and all consciousness was lost to him.
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