OK, people, I'm back!!! I probably won't update tomorrow because it's
thanksgiving. Anyways I don't really know the ending to the story yet (this
IS my first fanfic and everything.) I'm just sort of thinking of it as I
go.I hope it works..
OH!!!OH!!! I was sitting here, looking for the spelling on Onua's tribe name, and I came up with a GREAT idea for another fanfic. So please excuse me if this one's a little short.
It was around midday that Onua Chamtong of the K'miri Raadeh decided to see how Daine was faring When she opened the door to Daine's room, she was quite surprised to see that Numiar wasn't even in the room. Normally he was there day and night! There was no fire, either. Cautiously, Onua approached the bed and sat next to Daine. Relieved that Daine was, in fact, there, Onua stroked Daine's arm, but quickly pulled away. Daine was very warm. With no fire in the room, Daine should have been stone cold. After all, Onua herself was shivering, for all that she was dressed in two layers of wool, and a fleece lined cloak. Daine wore only a linen dressing gown with two linen sheets on her bed.
It was at that moment that King Jonathan, Raoul of Goldenlake and Malorie's Peak, Gareth the Younger of Naxen, and Alanna of Pirates Swoop burst through the door.. "Numair! Numiar, are you-Oh." If Onua didn't know better, she'd have said Raoul looked scared as he said this. In fact, looking around, she'd have said they all looked scared. "What's wrong? Alanna, why are you here? I thought you were at Pirates Swoop, preparing for ba-Oh, no." The idea hit Onua's head so fast she was almost dizzy. "What's been attacked? "Port Legann. And Ozorne actually did happen to sneak into Tortall. Along with a large army. With powerful mages. The only one who can help with them is Numiar." It was at this point that Alanna cut off the King. "I've come here to heal her, if possible. If I can, maybe Numair will actually talk to Jonathan. So then maybe he can help. But no, Numiar isn't here. He's probably out somewhere, sulking. I'm just glad he didn't take Daine with him" Alanna walked over and sat next to Onua on the bed. The air around Daine turned light violet for a few seconds, then returned to it's original color as Alanna frowned. "This isn't Daine. It never was Daine. It's a simulacrum, created by a certain mage we just spent hours looking for. It was at this point that Kitten, still gray, climbed out from under the bed.
Yes, Kitten plays a somewhat large part. NO, I'm not telling you what it is. The only way for you to find out is to hit that little "Go" button down in the corner. It's not only a way to get me to write more but it's also a nice way to have fun!!!
OH!!!OH!!! I was sitting here, looking for the spelling on Onua's tribe name, and I came up with a GREAT idea for another fanfic. So please excuse me if this one's a little short.
It was around midday that Onua Chamtong of the K'miri Raadeh decided to see how Daine was faring When she opened the door to Daine's room, she was quite surprised to see that Numiar wasn't even in the room. Normally he was there day and night! There was no fire, either. Cautiously, Onua approached the bed and sat next to Daine. Relieved that Daine was, in fact, there, Onua stroked Daine's arm, but quickly pulled away. Daine was very warm. With no fire in the room, Daine should have been stone cold. After all, Onua herself was shivering, for all that she was dressed in two layers of wool, and a fleece lined cloak. Daine wore only a linen dressing gown with two linen sheets on her bed.
It was at that moment that King Jonathan, Raoul of Goldenlake and Malorie's Peak, Gareth the Younger of Naxen, and Alanna of Pirates Swoop burst through the door.. "Numair! Numiar, are you-Oh." If Onua didn't know better, she'd have said Raoul looked scared as he said this. In fact, looking around, she'd have said they all looked scared. "What's wrong? Alanna, why are you here? I thought you were at Pirates Swoop, preparing for ba-Oh, no." The idea hit Onua's head so fast she was almost dizzy. "What's been attacked? "Port Legann. And Ozorne actually did happen to sneak into Tortall. Along with a large army. With powerful mages. The only one who can help with them is Numiar." It was at this point that Alanna cut off the King. "I've come here to heal her, if possible. If I can, maybe Numair will actually talk to Jonathan. So then maybe he can help. But no, Numiar isn't here. He's probably out somewhere, sulking. I'm just glad he didn't take Daine with him" Alanna walked over and sat next to Onua on the bed. The air around Daine turned light violet for a few seconds, then returned to it's original color as Alanna frowned. "This isn't Daine. It never was Daine. It's a simulacrum, created by a certain mage we just spent hours looking for. It was at this point that Kitten, still gray, climbed out from under the bed.
Yes, Kitten plays a somewhat large part. NO, I'm not telling you what it is. The only way for you to find out is to hit that little "Go" button down in the corner. It's not only a way to get me to write more but it's also a nice way to have fun!!!