Hello again. Here is yet another installment of The Tiger Lady. Uh.. I
think this chapter will get more into the plot and focus more on Kalita's
uh. issues. I may not be cheerful, though, I highly doubt that any of the
chapters have been cheerful. Then again, I don't think any of my stories or
poems are cheerful. *shrugs*
Oh, and I am thanking those who have reviewed my story, it makes me proud. So. um... Thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not claim I own Tamora's characters, I only claim Kalita, Rajani, Jasmine, and Orion. And I do not own the setting/place type thing. Um.. Is Pirates Swoop a city? Or what? I can't quite figure it out, and I don't feel like rereading the book to find out.
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The Tiger Lady
Chapter 12
It's been three weeks since Numair and Daine found Kalita on the beach. Now the young girl seems to be getting along well with the humans. But she seems lost, somehow. Perhaps the pain of losing her family still lives with her, and it shall never go away. George is thoroughly worried about her. And so far, he is the only one who Kalita will talk to, willingly. He trained her in horse back riding, with her getting better everyday, and he also knew Numair was teaching her magic. He often found her sitting alone with her tiger, staring out the window, when she wasn't learning magic or riding her horse. He wished that he could somehow take away her pains and troubles, but he knows he can't.
George sighed as he watched Kalita just stare out the window, and then quietly walked to her. "Kalita?" he said softly as he put a gentle hand on her shoulder. She jumped at his touch; she must have been in too deep of thought to notice the world around her. She looked up at him, a tear rolling down her cheek. "What's wrong?" He wiped the tear from her cheek and she just shook her head and continued to stare out the window. "Come, little one, do you want to read a book?" George hoped she would do something other than drowning in her pain. She didn't reply. He looked at her tiger, wishing the tiger could tell him what's wrong with her, but he's not Wildmage, sadly. He only has the Sight. He sighed once more, and walked away, maybe he'll find Alanna.
Kalita shed more tears when George left her. She can't go on like this; the pain is eating her from the inside to the out. Someday, it will kill her. Why can't she get over it? Why did it happen to me? She wondered. What is wrong with me? I miss the happiness I used to behold, the happiness that died long ago. Rajani nudged her gently, knowing greatly of her feelings. "Not now Rajani," she whispered. "I can't go on like this."
~ But you must. ~ Rajani replied. ~ Someday you will face your fears and get over your pains. Someday, you will find your parents. ~
"How?"
~ When you give up, they will find you. But don't let go of faith. Forever hold your faith, hope, and love. Do not let that love for them die with your soul. ~
"I-I need to talk to George." She got up and went to find George with Rajani following.
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"George!" Kalita ran down the hall with Rajani close behind and in to the arms of George, who turned around when he heard his name.
"Kalita, what is it?" George asked, rather stunned by her reaction.
"I-I I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For the way I acted."
"Which way was that."
Oh! As if he didn't know. "I wouldn't reply to you."
"Kalita, that's fine. I know your going through a hard time right now, I don't blame you."
She looked up at him, confused. He hugged her and smiled. "I want to do anything to make you happy, to bring back that happiness I know you had long ago, I see it in your eyes."
"What does it feel like to be happy?"
"It's hard to explain, but it's a wonderful feeling, little one."
"Can you make me happy?"
"I can only try. But I shall not give up on finding your happiness."
She smiled at him and whispered, "Thank you."
"It's quite alright," he replied, taking her hands in his. "Is there something you wish to do?" She shook her head. "No? Why, surely there's something you want to do."
She looked at him, and thought for a minute. "Well, maybe I could practice a little on my sword play."
"Alright, let's get your sword." He led her to her rooms and got her sword, which the servants returned to her room after she told her past to the others. Then he took her outdoors, with his own sword in hand. "You sure you know how?"
She rolled her eyes as she unsheathed her sword and held it out in front of her. "I may not have had the proper learning on sword fighting, but I do know how to defend my self with it," she said irritably. Just because she doesn't look healthy and strong, doesn't mean she can't fight with a sword.
"Alright, alright," George sighed and held out his own sword. "Ready?"
"Yes." She gripped the hilt tighter with her hands and braced her self.
George smiled and blocked her sword as she struck. He's amazed at her speed. She pulled back and struck again, he once again blocked her sword from hitting his shoulder.
The sword fighting continued for an hour, each striking and blocking each other, when Kalita fell to her knees in pain. George dropped his sword and knelt by her quickly. "Kalita! What's wrong, what is it?" he cried out to her franticly, with hope that she won't faint.
The young girl moaned and leaned against George as he wrapped is arms protectively around her. "Not-not again," she could barely get out as she gasped in pain. She dropped her sword and held her arm, as if it was the cause of her pain.
"Shh, don't try to speak," George said as he held her closer and picked her up. He got up, with Kalita in his arms, and went off in search of Alanna. He found his wife in the library, looking for books on the latest Knights. "Alanna, come quick."
She turned and faced George, wondering what she needs to come quick for. "What's wrong?" she asked as she saw George's worried face. Then she saw he held Kalita in his arms. She walked toward them. "What happened?"
"I don't know, we were practicing sword fighting, when she fell to her knees, she's in pain, Alanna! There's something she didn't tell us," He answered.
"There's not time to wonder that, come, take her to her rooms, I'll follow." George nodded and set off toward Kalita's room. The girl squirmed against him, groaning. Alanna followed.
George laid Kalita on her bed when they entered the room. Alanna stood next to George, looking closely at the girl. The girl had closed her eyes tightly, and still held her arm, the arm with the scar, tears fell down her cheeks. Alanna ran her hands around Kalita's body, trying to find what was wrong. Nothing, no broken bones, no bruises, nothing at all. Confused, Alanna poured her magic into Kalita, once more trying to find the source of the pain. The purple magic ran through every part of Kalita's inside, and when it reached the arm with the scar, Alanna felt pain, and pulled her magic out of the girl, wincing. "George, her arm. Her scar, her pain is coming from the scar," she said as she looked at him.
"But why? The scar is healed, it shouldn't have pain."
"I don't understand it either." She looked back at the girl. "Kalita, can you tell me why your scar hurts?"
"He-he's dead," Kalita whispered.
"Who's dead?"
"Tiger," that was the last thing she said before she fainted from the pain.
Alanna looked at George, really confused now. "What do you think happened?"
"I don't know, she was fine when we practiced out swordplay," he replied. "I'm really worried about her. I'm afraid she missed something when she told us of her past."
"Should we contact a healer?"
"No, you're the best we got, and if you can't fix her problem, than no other healer can."
"I suppose your right. Should we call someone?"
"I don't know."
"What about Jonathan?"
"What good could he do?"
"I don't know, it was just a thought, he has magic too you know!" Alanna yelled.
"Relax, my dear. Don't yell, don't you think Kalita has enough pain without having you give her a headache," George snapped.
Alanna glared at him and looked back at the girl. Kalita moved a bit. "George," she whispered. "She's waking."
George turned back to the girl and smiled as she opened her eyes. "Hello, little one."
She moaned and looked at him. "My arm." She shook her head. "No, I need to get out of here. I have to go, let me!" George looked at her, stunned, and then grabbed her arm.
"No, you're staying in bed," he said firmly. "You're in pain, and you need your rest. Just why does your arm hurt so badly?" She turned her head, so she doesn't have to look at him. She can't tell him. "Come, Kalita, you can tell me," George hoped she would tell.
"No!" Tears began rolling down her cheeks. "I can't tell you."
As she spoke, Rajani ran into her room, followed by Daine and Numair, who of which have worried looks on their faces. Daine spoke first, "Rajani, told me I should be here, because he can tell stuff that Kalita can't. He ran off after she fainted and searched for me. Numair wanted to come along."
"Great, then ask Rajani why her scar hurts," Alanna said. Daine looked at Rajani, repeating the question silently.
~ I'm afraid, that Kalita's scar hurts when a tiger feels pain, is sick, dieing or dead. Each time it happens, it becomes more unbearable to take, and she faints. It's terrible when it happens. But the only time it's this bad is when a tiger has died. The pain is lesser when it's not any where near death. ~ Rajani replied. Daine looked horrified, but relayed the message to her friends.
"Oh, dear, this is bad, very bad. I have never heard of such a thing," Alanna said.
"Stop this," Kalita gasped. She winced and spoke again, "This is not your place, any of you, and this is mine and only mine. I have to deal with this. I accepted it."
"But no one should have to deal with this kind of pain," George protested.
"What makes you think that? Everyday, there are people abused by their own families, wild animals hunted just for pleasure, and hearts broken. Even souls are torn. There are some people who are used as slaves, who are beaten everyday just because they don't work fast enough, or they look at something interesting." She shook her head. "Don't you understand?"
"But you don't deserve this."
"Maybe I do, maybe I don't, what's it to you?"
"Because it pains me to see you in pain."
"Why?"
"I love you as my own daughter."
"No! You can't, I have no family, and everything I ever had is gone. I-I need to be alone."
~ Kalita. Listen to them, they can help you. ~ Rajani jumped on her bed, Jasmine did the same.
~ Rajani's right, that magic-doer put a spell on you that shouldn't be there; you're only supposed to be able to feel the tiger's feelings, not physical pains, sicknesses, and deaths. And when you were supposed to feel their feelings, it wasn't supposed to hurt you. ~ Jasmine said gently, for the first time, she had worry in her eyes, as if she actually cared about the girl.
~ Wow, Jasmine, you really care about my mistress, and after all these years, you've hide it from us. ~ Rajani remarked, amused.
~ I'd think it best if you learned to be quiet, if you knew what was good for you, Rajani dear. ~ Jasmine growled.
"Enough you two. Quit bickering," Kalita snapped. "Alanna, both Jasmine and Rajani say that I have a spell on me that isn't supposed to be there, they say that the magic-doer put more that she was supposed to in me. That I'm only to feel the tigers feelings with out having to feel pain, and that I'm not supposed to feel the deaths and sicknesses."
"Hmm, maybe we could fix that. Do you want me to take the spell of completely, I mean the entire spell? So that you don't feel their feelings, I'm sure life would be much happier," Alanna said.
Kalita looked at Rajani, who nodded. "Alright, Rajani says its ok, so go ahead."
"Alright, but, um, I can only heal. Numair?" the Knight looked at the black robe mage.
"I can," he said, with black magic spilling from his finger tips and into Kalita. The whole process of removing the spell took a whole five minutes, when he was done, Kalita relaxed. She could no longer feel the pain. She looked at her arm and gasped, the scar that should have been there, had disappeared, to where it was barely visible, it could heal completely since no magic kept it from healing. She smiled.
"Thank you," she whispered and closed her eyes, snuggling close to Rajani. She felt much better. She fell asleep just as George kissed her forehead and the others left the room.
George stayed there for several moments, just watching her sleep peacefully, and finally, he left with a smile.
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Please note that the scar part was not taken from Harry Potter. I thought the scar part all on my own. I realize it might sound the same as Harry's scar, it wasn't meant to be.
And the sword fighting part, sorry that was short, but I had to do something for Kalita, because I wanted her to do something when she was in pain. And that was the only one I could think of at the moment, well, there was she and George go out riding, but I couldn't think past that, and I would have to do more if she fell of the horse when the pain came, which she would have. But back to my point, the sword fight was short because I'm not very creative with fighting, so it turn's out bad. And I can't write action, because I don't read action books, so my mind doesn't venture that far. Actually, I don't know how far my mind venture's, because I have only written three stories. This one, one about a horse, from the horse's view, and one about this same character, Kalita, but it's not finished, I just lost interest in it and I can't think of anything else. I write more poems than I do stories. I'll stop my blabbering and let you move on with your life, surely, it's more interesting than me.
If I find the horse story, I'll put it somewhere on fanfiction, or fictionpress, so it can be read, I think it's interesting. I made up half of it; the rest was based on the same horse I used to ride. Mischief. That's really what the whole story is about, Mischief. I had to guess most of it, because I only knew her for 3 years. Now she's gone, off to another stables to have another baby, man, I really hate her owner. I will NEVER forgive him. He doesn't even treat her nicely. *sniffle* I want her, or her new baby, one way or another, I will have her! I can be very convincing.
Later.
Oh, and I am thanking those who have reviewed my story, it makes me proud. So. um... Thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not claim I own Tamora's characters, I only claim Kalita, Rajani, Jasmine, and Orion. And I do not own the setting/place type thing. Um.. Is Pirates Swoop a city? Or what? I can't quite figure it out, and I don't feel like rereading the book to find out.
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The Tiger Lady
Chapter 12
It's been three weeks since Numair and Daine found Kalita on the beach. Now the young girl seems to be getting along well with the humans. But she seems lost, somehow. Perhaps the pain of losing her family still lives with her, and it shall never go away. George is thoroughly worried about her. And so far, he is the only one who Kalita will talk to, willingly. He trained her in horse back riding, with her getting better everyday, and he also knew Numair was teaching her magic. He often found her sitting alone with her tiger, staring out the window, when she wasn't learning magic or riding her horse. He wished that he could somehow take away her pains and troubles, but he knows he can't.
George sighed as he watched Kalita just stare out the window, and then quietly walked to her. "Kalita?" he said softly as he put a gentle hand on her shoulder. She jumped at his touch; she must have been in too deep of thought to notice the world around her. She looked up at him, a tear rolling down her cheek. "What's wrong?" He wiped the tear from her cheek and she just shook her head and continued to stare out the window. "Come, little one, do you want to read a book?" George hoped she would do something other than drowning in her pain. She didn't reply. He looked at her tiger, wishing the tiger could tell him what's wrong with her, but he's not Wildmage, sadly. He only has the Sight. He sighed once more, and walked away, maybe he'll find Alanna.
Kalita shed more tears when George left her. She can't go on like this; the pain is eating her from the inside to the out. Someday, it will kill her. Why can't she get over it? Why did it happen to me? She wondered. What is wrong with me? I miss the happiness I used to behold, the happiness that died long ago. Rajani nudged her gently, knowing greatly of her feelings. "Not now Rajani," she whispered. "I can't go on like this."
~ But you must. ~ Rajani replied. ~ Someday you will face your fears and get over your pains. Someday, you will find your parents. ~
"How?"
~ When you give up, they will find you. But don't let go of faith. Forever hold your faith, hope, and love. Do not let that love for them die with your soul. ~
"I-I need to talk to George." She got up and went to find George with Rajani following.
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"George!" Kalita ran down the hall with Rajani close behind and in to the arms of George, who turned around when he heard his name.
"Kalita, what is it?" George asked, rather stunned by her reaction.
"I-I I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For the way I acted."
"Which way was that."
Oh! As if he didn't know. "I wouldn't reply to you."
"Kalita, that's fine. I know your going through a hard time right now, I don't blame you."
She looked up at him, confused. He hugged her and smiled. "I want to do anything to make you happy, to bring back that happiness I know you had long ago, I see it in your eyes."
"What does it feel like to be happy?"
"It's hard to explain, but it's a wonderful feeling, little one."
"Can you make me happy?"
"I can only try. But I shall not give up on finding your happiness."
She smiled at him and whispered, "Thank you."
"It's quite alright," he replied, taking her hands in his. "Is there something you wish to do?" She shook her head. "No? Why, surely there's something you want to do."
She looked at him, and thought for a minute. "Well, maybe I could practice a little on my sword play."
"Alright, let's get your sword." He led her to her rooms and got her sword, which the servants returned to her room after she told her past to the others. Then he took her outdoors, with his own sword in hand. "You sure you know how?"
She rolled her eyes as she unsheathed her sword and held it out in front of her. "I may not have had the proper learning on sword fighting, but I do know how to defend my self with it," she said irritably. Just because she doesn't look healthy and strong, doesn't mean she can't fight with a sword.
"Alright, alright," George sighed and held out his own sword. "Ready?"
"Yes." She gripped the hilt tighter with her hands and braced her self.
George smiled and blocked her sword as she struck. He's amazed at her speed. She pulled back and struck again, he once again blocked her sword from hitting his shoulder.
The sword fighting continued for an hour, each striking and blocking each other, when Kalita fell to her knees in pain. George dropped his sword and knelt by her quickly. "Kalita! What's wrong, what is it?" he cried out to her franticly, with hope that she won't faint.
The young girl moaned and leaned against George as he wrapped is arms protectively around her. "Not-not again," she could barely get out as she gasped in pain. She dropped her sword and held her arm, as if it was the cause of her pain.
"Shh, don't try to speak," George said as he held her closer and picked her up. He got up, with Kalita in his arms, and went off in search of Alanna. He found his wife in the library, looking for books on the latest Knights. "Alanna, come quick."
She turned and faced George, wondering what she needs to come quick for. "What's wrong?" she asked as she saw George's worried face. Then she saw he held Kalita in his arms. She walked toward them. "What happened?"
"I don't know, we were practicing sword fighting, when she fell to her knees, she's in pain, Alanna! There's something she didn't tell us," He answered.
"There's not time to wonder that, come, take her to her rooms, I'll follow." George nodded and set off toward Kalita's room. The girl squirmed against him, groaning. Alanna followed.
George laid Kalita on her bed when they entered the room. Alanna stood next to George, looking closely at the girl. The girl had closed her eyes tightly, and still held her arm, the arm with the scar, tears fell down her cheeks. Alanna ran her hands around Kalita's body, trying to find what was wrong. Nothing, no broken bones, no bruises, nothing at all. Confused, Alanna poured her magic into Kalita, once more trying to find the source of the pain. The purple magic ran through every part of Kalita's inside, and when it reached the arm with the scar, Alanna felt pain, and pulled her magic out of the girl, wincing. "George, her arm. Her scar, her pain is coming from the scar," she said as she looked at him.
"But why? The scar is healed, it shouldn't have pain."
"I don't understand it either." She looked back at the girl. "Kalita, can you tell me why your scar hurts?"
"He-he's dead," Kalita whispered.
"Who's dead?"
"Tiger," that was the last thing she said before she fainted from the pain.
Alanna looked at George, really confused now. "What do you think happened?"
"I don't know, she was fine when we practiced out swordplay," he replied. "I'm really worried about her. I'm afraid she missed something when she told us of her past."
"Should we contact a healer?"
"No, you're the best we got, and if you can't fix her problem, than no other healer can."
"I suppose your right. Should we call someone?"
"I don't know."
"What about Jonathan?"
"What good could he do?"
"I don't know, it was just a thought, he has magic too you know!" Alanna yelled.
"Relax, my dear. Don't yell, don't you think Kalita has enough pain without having you give her a headache," George snapped.
Alanna glared at him and looked back at the girl. Kalita moved a bit. "George," she whispered. "She's waking."
George turned back to the girl and smiled as she opened her eyes. "Hello, little one."
She moaned and looked at him. "My arm." She shook her head. "No, I need to get out of here. I have to go, let me!" George looked at her, stunned, and then grabbed her arm.
"No, you're staying in bed," he said firmly. "You're in pain, and you need your rest. Just why does your arm hurt so badly?" She turned her head, so she doesn't have to look at him. She can't tell him. "Come, Kalita, you can tell me," George hoped she would tell.
"No!" Tears began rolling down her cheeks. "I can't tell you."
As she spoke, Rajani ran into her room, followed by Daine and Numair, who of which have worried looks on their faces. Daine spoke first, "Rajani, told me I should be here, because he can tell stuff that Kalita can't. He ran off after she fainted and searched for me. Numair wanted to come along."
"Great, then ask Rajani why her scar hurts," Alanna said. Daine looked at Rajani, repeating the question silently.
~ I'm afraid, that Kalita's scar hurts when a tiger feels pain, is sick, dieing or dead. Each time it happens, it becomes more unbearable to take, and she faints. It's terrible when it happens. But the only time it's this bad is when a tiger has died. The pain is lesser when it's not any where near death. ~ Rajani replied. Daine looked horrified, but relayed the message to her friends.
"Oh, dear, this is bad, very bad. I have never heard of such a thing," Alanna said.
"Stop this," Kalita gasped. She winced and spoke again, "This is not your place, any of you, and this is mine and only mine. I have to deal with this. I accepted it."
"But no one should have to deal with this kind of pain," George protested.
"What makes you think that? Everyday, there are people abused by their own families, wild animals hunted just for pleasure, and hearts broken. Even souls are torn. There are some people who are used as slaves, who are beaten everyday just because they don't work fast enough, or they look at something interesting." She shook her head. "Don't you understand?"
"But you don't deserve this."
"Maybe I do, maybe I don't, what's it to you?"
"Because it pains me to see you in pain."
"Why?"
"I love you as my own daughter."
"No! You can't, I have no family, and everything I ever had is gone. I-I need to be alone."
~ Kalita. Listen to them, they can help you. ~ Rajani jumped on her bed, Jasmine did the same.
~ Rajani's right, that magic-doer put a spell on you that shouldn't be there; you're only supposed to be able to feel the tiger's feelings, not physical pains, sicknesses, and deaths. And when you were supposed to feel their feelings, it wasn't supposed to hurt you. ~ Jasmine said gently, for the first time, she had worry in her eyes, as if she actually cared about the girl.
~ Wow, Jasmine, you really care about my mistress, and after all these years, you've hide it from us. ~ Rajani remarked, amused.
~ I'd think it best if you learned to be quiet, if you knew what was good for you, Rajani dear. ~ Jasmine growled.
"Enough you two. Quit bickering," Kalita snapped. "Alanna, both Jasmine and Rajani say that I have a spell on me that isn't supposed to be there, they say that the magic-doer put more that she was supposed to in me. That I'm only to feel the tigers feelings with out having to feel pain, and that I'm not supposed to feel the deaths and sicknesses."
"Hmm, maybe we could fix that. Do you want me to take the spell of completely, I mean the entire spell? So that you don't feel their feelings, I'm sure life would be much happier," Alanna said.
Kalita looked at Rajani, who nodded. "Alright, Rajani says its ok, so go ahead."
"Alright, but, um, I can only heal. Numair?" the Knight looked at the black robe mage.
"I can," he said, with black magic spilling from his finger tips and into Kalita. The whole process of removing the spell took a whole five minutes, when he was done, Kalita relaxed. She could no longer feel the pain. She looked at her arm and gasped, the scar that should have been there, had disappeared, to where it was barely visible, it could heal completely since no magic kept it from healing. She smiled.
"Thank you," she whispered and closed her eyes, snuggling close to Rajani. She felt much better. She fell asleep just as George kissed her forehead and the others left the room.
George stayed there for several moments, just watching her sleep peacefully, and finally, he left with a smile.
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Please note that the scar part was not taken from Harry Potter. I thought the scar part all on my own. I realize it might sound the same as Harry's scar, it wasn't meant to be.
And the sword fighting part, sorry that was short, but I had to do something for Kalita, because I wanted her to do something when she was in pain. And that was the only one I could think of at the moment, well, there was she and George go out riding, but I couldn't think past that, and I would have to do more if she fell of the horse when the pain came, which she would have. But back to my point, the sword fight was short because I'm not very creative with fighting, so it turn's out bad. And I can't write action, because I don't read action books, so my mind doesn't venture that far. Actually, I don't know how far my mind venture's, because I have only written three stories. This one, one about a horse, from the horse's view, and one about this same character, Kalita, but it's not finished, I just lost interest in it and I can't think of anything else. I write more poems than I do stories. I'll stop my blabbering and let you move on with your life, surely, it's more interesting than me.
If I find the horse story, I'll put it somewhere on fanfiction, or fictionpress, so it can be read, I think it's interesting. I made up half of it; the rest was based on the same horse I used to ride. Mischief. That's really what the whole story is about, Mischief. I had to guess most of it, because I only knew her for 3 years. Now she's gone, off to another stables to have another baby, man, I really hate her owner. I will NEVER forgive him. He doesn't even treat her nicely. *sniffle* I want her, or her new baby, one way or another, I will have her! I can be very convincing.
Later.