A Ripping Wind
By IcedPhoenix
Prologue
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They all belong to Tamora
Pierce. I also do not promise to write half as well as she does.
She was at the edge of a rocky cliff, the ocean beneath her frothing feverishly as if it reflected her mood: ambivalent, torn, indecisive. The freezing wind whipped against her velvet-clad legs, seeming to infiltrate all defenses and worm itself under her skin. The prickle on her calf muscles made the rest of her twitch, but unexpected warmth swelled and mingled with the cold, leaving her whole body pleasantly comfortable.
She opened her mouth wide now as if to drink in the very thing that ripped at her, feeling the coldness now slip down her throat and paralyze her from the inside. The thick, soft fabric of her simple dress began to unravel at the seams, and a soft white light shone from in between every stitch. The dull ache that always plagued her feet and ankles vanished as she slowly began to levitate, the wind sweeping under her feet in an endless vortex, circling, circling.
In a blast of energy, the wind propelled her over the cliff, over the angry ocean. Her clothing creaked and strained at its connections as if trying to get free of its confinement. In a final shove, the dress exploded into a million pieces of dark, floating away on the breeze before even reaching the bubbling waters beneath her.
And suddenly, she was a ball of light.
Every cell emitted a golden-white radiance, from every orifice blazed a light nothing like any earthly light - the light of mage-fire. She opened her arms and threw her head back, laughing at the tickling feeling on her skin, like the sparks of lightning that so often crawled through her titian mane and over her hands. She spun in glee -
- and was falling, plummeting towards the sea, all traces of light gone. She braced herself, waiting for the inevitable impact.
*
Trisana Chandler swore as the wagon in which she slept hit a pothole, jostling her and her bedroll all about the inside of the small compartment. She sat up quickly, rearranging herself and rubbing her temples to stave off the oncoming headache that she always got when woken from a dream.
She had had this particular dream before: the ocean, the light, and the fall, and the awakening before she hit the water. She didn't know anything more about it now than she did when she had the dream previously.
Perhaps it would end when she arrived at Winding Circle, her home - the place where the people she loved were.
(AN: so there it is! Sorry about the length, the real chapters will be longer. Please review!)
By IcedPhoenix
Prologue
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They all belong to Tamora
Pierce. I also do not promise to write half as well as she does.
She was at the edge of a rocky cliff, the ocean beneath her frothing feverishly as if it reflected her mood: ambivalent, torn, indecisive. The freezing wind whipped against her velvet-clad legs, seeming to infiltrate all defenses and worm itself under her skin. The prickle on her calf muscles made the rest of her twitch, but unexpected warmth swelled and mingled with the cold, leaving her whole body pleasantly comfortable.
She opened her mouth wide now as if to drink in the very thing that ripped at her, feeling the coldness now slip down her throat and paralyze her from the inside. The thick, soft fabric of her simple dress began to unravel at the seams, and a soft white light shone from in between every stitch. The dull ache that always plagued her feet and ankles vanished as she slowly began to levitate, the wind sweeping under her feet in an endless vortex, circling, circling.
In a blast of energy, the wind propelled her over the cliff, over the angry ocean. Her clothing creaked and strained at its connections as if trying to get free of its confinement. In a final shove, the dress exploded into a million pieces of dark, floating away on the breeze before even reaching the bubbling waters beneath her.
And suddenly, she was a ball of light.
Every cell emitted a golden-white radiance, from every orifice blazed a light nothing like any earthly light - the light of mage-fire. She opened her arms and threw her head back, laughing at the tickling feeling on her skin, like the sparks of lightning that so often crawled through her titian mane and over her hands. She spun in glee -
- and was falling, plummeting towards the sea, all traces of light gone. She braced herself, waiting for the inevitable impact.
*
Trisana Chandler swore as the wagon in which she slept hit a pothole, jostling her and her bedroll all about the inside of the small compartment. She sat up quickly, rearranging herself and rubbing her temples to stave off the oncoming headache that she always got when woken from a dream.
She had had this particular dream before: the ocean, the light, and the fall, and the awakening before she hit the water. She didn't know anything more about it now than she did when she had the dream previously.
Perhaps it would end when she arrived at Winding Circle, her home - the place where the people she loved were.
(AN: so there it is! Sorry about the length, the real chapters will be longer. Please review!)