Ok, I got 15 reviews faster then I thought I would. So, here it is: Chapter
8-Old Friends
Hope you like it!!! Oh, and don't get me wrong, Daine is my favorite
character in all of TP's books.
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No one could get Numair out of his rooms. It had been like that for the past 2 days, since Daine died. Really, no one could blame him. Not even King Jonathan.
"Gods! Legann's under attack, and our most powerful mage is holed up in his rooms. Will he ever get over it? Alanna, is this NORMAL???" Alanna sighed. "Yes, Jonathan. He thinks he killed her. How would you feel that way? I would be about like that, holed up in my rooms." Jonathan knew what the Lioness was true. "Yes, but. It's just making it harder for us to beat the cursed beasts!" Suddenly Alanna had an idea. "Jonathan, there's one thing he will come out of his rooms for. Wait. I'll get him out so you talk to him."
***
Numair lay curled up on his bed. He'd had barely three bites to eat in the past two days. He only drank water because it kept him alive. He suddenly stiffened. Was that a knock on the door? He listened again. Yes, it was. "Numair! Numair, I know you're in there. It's no use pretending you're not. It's not your fault! We need you at Legann! " Numair got up to go to the door. " ALANNA!!" He opened the door. "Alanna, I was shape-shifted. I bit her, she died. It's as simple as THAT!" He slammed the door in her face. He heard her sigh. "Well, then, I 'm sliding this under the door. It's her burial information." He sat on the floor and put his face in his hands. It was an hour before he looked up again. There was a small piece of paper. It read:
Veralidaine Sarrasri
To be buried on:
The 5th of March
At:
The Ninth hour
Gods this is horrible, he thought, I have to go. If I didn't her parents could haunt me on the Great Holidays. Well, I'll have to. It should only be a few hours. He checked the day. Oh, great gods. That's tomorrow!
***
The body preparer (just made that up 'cause I couldn't think of any thing better. Oh, well.) was hard at work on making Daine's body look just right for the funeral. The Lioness was paying him 50 gold nobles for this job, and he had instructions from her to make her look as alive as possible. But nothing seemed quite right. Finally he tried the traditional pose: hands crossed at the neck. But it seemed a bit.lumpy. He then saw a thong around the girl's neck. Curious, he pulled it out. It was a claw of some sort. He thought for a moment, and placed it in her grip. Had he been paying more attention, he would have seen the small puff of silvery fog it emitted for a moment.
***
"I told you he'd come!" Alanna whispered excitedly. Jonathan sighed regretfully. "Sorry, I forgot that you were good at that sort of thing." Numair was sitting in a chair relatively close to the hole where she was to be buried. It took everything he had to keep from crying uncontrollably. As it was, as the carriers took her past him, he buried his face in his hands, so no one would see the tears that slipped out. Onua did the same. Suddenly he heard whispers.
"A badger? What's that doing there?"
"Don't know."
Numair felt a weight on his knees. Slowly he brought his face up. It was Daine's badger-guardian! It growled, almost like it was talking.
What have you done, mage? Her da's going to be fair mad. I have to stop this.
Numair watched as the carriers laid Daine in the hole. To his horror, the badger jumped in after her. He stood and peered down in time to see the badger breathe a silvery mist onto Daine. When it cleared, Daine's eyes were open.
"Badger? What're you doing there?" She peered up. "What are you staring at? Numair, why am I in a hole with a whole crowd of people staring at me?"
Numair could hardly contain his glee.
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Hee hee I know you liked that. Anyways, That's the last chapter of the main story thing. I have another chapter that takes place a week from then, and it has EVERYTHING to do with something in ROTG. Buh-Bye now!!!
Hannah
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No one could get Numair out of his rooms. It had been like that for the past 2 days, since Daine died. Really, no one could blame him. Not even King Jonathan.
"Gods! Legann's under attack, and our most powerful mage is holed up in his rooms. Will he ever get over it? Alanna, is this NORMAL???" Alanna sighed. "Yes, Jonathan. He thinks he killed her. How would you feel that way? I would be about like that, holed up in my rooms." Jonathan knew what the Lioness was true. "Yes, but. It's just making it harder for us to beat the cursed beasts!" Suddenly Alanna had an idea. "Jonathan, there's one thing he will come out of his rooms for. Wait. I'll get him out so you talk to him."
***
Numair lay curled up on his bed. He'd had barely three bites to eat in the past two days. He only drank water because it kept him alive. He suddenly stiffened. Was that a knock on the door? He listened again. Yes, it was. "Numair! Numair, I know you're in there. It's no use pretending you're not. It's not your fault! We need you at Legann! " Numair got up to go to the door. " ALANNA!!" He opened the door. "Alanna, I was shape-shifted. I bit her, she died. It's as simple as THAT!" He slammed the door in her face. He heard her sigh. "Well, then, I 'm sliding this under the door. It's her burial information." He sat on the floor and put his face in his hands. It was an hour before he looked up again. There was a small piece of paper. It read:
Veralidaine Sarrasri
To be buried on:
The 5th of March
At:
The Ninth hour
Gods this is horrible, he thought, I have to go. If I didn't her parents could haunt me on the Great Holidays. Well, I'll have to. It should only be a few hours. He checked the day. Oh, great gods. That's tomorrow!
***
The body preparer (just made that up 'cause I couldn't think of any thing better. Oh, well.) was hard at work on making Daine's body look just right for the funeral. The Lioness was paying him 50 gold nobles for this job, and he had instructions from her to make her look as alive as possible. But nothing seemed quite right. Finally he tried the traditional pose: hands crossed at the neck. But it seemed a bit.lumpy. He then saw a thong around the girl's neck. Curious, he pulled it out. It was a claw of some sort. He thought for a moment, and placed it in her grip. Had he been paying more attention, he would have seen the small puff of silvery fog it emitted for a moment.
***
"I told you he'd come!" Alanna whispered excitedly. Jonathan sighed regretfully. "Sorry, I forgot that you were good at that sort of thing." Numair was sitting in a chair relatively close to the hole where she was to be buried. It took everything he had to keep from crying uncontrollably. As it was, as the carriers took her past him, he buried his face in his hands, so no one would see the tears that slipped out. Onua did the same. Suddenly he heard whispers.
"A badger? What's that doing there?"
"Don't know."
Numair felt a weight on his knees. Slowly he brought his face up. It was Daine's badger-guardian! It growled, almost like it was talking.
What have you done, mage? Her da's going to be fair mad. I have to stop this.
Numair watched as the carriers laid Daine in the hole. To his horror, the badger jumped in after her. He stood and peered down in time to see the badger breathe a silvery mist onto Daine. When it cleared, Daine's eyes were open.
"Badger? What're you doing there?" She peered up. "What are you staring at? Numair, why am I in a hole with a whole crowd of people staring at me?"
Numair could hardly contain his glee.
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Hee hee I know you liked that. Anyways, That's the last chapter of the main story thing. I have another chapter that takes place a week from then, and it has EVERYTHING to do with something in ROTG. Buh-Bye now!!!
Hannah