Disclaimer: Alright. I stole characters from Tamora Pierce and just a
couple from Sherwood Smith for one scene cuz I felt like it. NO
FLAMES!!!!!!! THIS IS MEANT TO NOT BE SERIOUS OR ANYTHING REMOTELY
REZEMBLING IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dragonfly's Return
A Need Arises
A fourteen year old sat by her window staring outside at the snow that was falling on the roof. It was winter break, and she was wishing she had something to do. (A.N. Yes it does snow in Louisiana, I know from personal experience.) The golden blonde hair and blue eyes masked a determined attitude. Tiffany Lassange was just your normal teenager, but for one thing. Tortall. Just last May she had been transported to Tortall to dispose of the evil King Maggur and she succeeded. It was then that she remembered; she hadn't checked in with Numair that month. She normally couldn't use her gift in her world, but thanks to a bracelet she had bought at a festival, she could channel her magic through the emeralds and do basic things like scry and contact Numair.
She opened up a ball of lime green light in her palm.
"Numair? Numair you there?" no answer.
"Numair, Its Dragonfly. Where are you?" Still nothing.
Odd, she thought to herself. Numair always answers.
She picked up her mirror and began to scry, when she looked through the palace, there was no one there. Jon and Thayet, Alanna, Numair, Daine, No one. She began to look through the royal forest.
When she started to search through Galla she found them. Numair and Daine. The image was fuzzy but she could tell that they weren't there for a pleasure trip. They were in a cave on the Galla-Tortall border.
She created a simulcra of herself, grabbed her duffle and packed some clothes, a sleeping bag, a parka and her pistol. She grabbed the knife Numair had given her and cut a portal for herself into the general area and slipped a painting over the front.
She slid in and closed the Portal. Great, more snow. She thought grumpily as she pulled the parka closer. They should be around here somewhere.Bingo! There was the cave!
***
Daine sat with Numair's head in her lap, feeling totally helpless. He was dying, he was dying and she couldn't save him. His normally tanned features were pale, his eyes closed tight. They were out in the middle of nowhere, everyone at the palace had been captured except her and Numair, and they had escaped. But it had cost Numair his life.
As tears leaked from her eyes she looked out and saw something that made her heart stop; there was something coming toward the cave, it was bulky and dragging something. She shifted into a wolf and prepared to fight when she stopped, and pulled her clothes back onto her human form. She ran out and hugged the thing.
"Dragonfly! Dragonfly what are you doing here?"
"Wondering what the heck is going on? What did I tell you about going out into the middle of nowhere unprepared?"
Dragonfly walked into the cave and dropped her duffle bag. It was filled with clothes, food, makeup, and shampoo. "Where's Numair." She stopped as she spotted him, laying on a bed roll, unmoving. "What happened?"
"These. things.attacked the palace. They were magicly powerful and they got Jon, Thayet, Alanna, everyone important. They tried to take us but Numair held them off long enough for us to get away. We've been running from them ever since. They can't get us here. They hate the cold. As soon as we were safe he collapsed. He drained himself fighting them off." She began crying again. Dragonfly walked over and hugged her friend. Daine was about twelve years older than her, but Dragonfly was taller.
"Shhh. Its alright. Its going to be okay."
As soon as Daine had calmed enough, Dragonfly set to work, Alanna and Duke Baird had trained her as a healer and she hoped she could save him.
She worked all night, cleaning wounds on both Daine and Numair, and transfering the emergency gift she kept in a opal around her neck into him. At around one, she was satified that he would probably live. She hoped so, Daine was already distraught.
Dragonfly's Return
A Need Arises
A fourteen year old sat by her window staring outside at the snow that was falling on the roof. It was winter break, and she was wishing she had something to do. (A.N. Yes it does snow in Louisiana, I know from personal experience.) The golden blonde hair and blue eyes masked a determined attitude. Tiffany Lassange was just your normal teenager, but for one thing. Tortall. Just last May she had been transported to Tortall to dispose of the evil King Maggur and she succeeded. It was then that she remembered; she hadn't checked in with Numair that month. She normally couldn't use her gift in her world, but thanks to a bracelet she had bought at a festival, she could channel her magic through the emeralds and do basic things like scry and contact Numair.
She opened up a ball of lime green light in her palm.
"Numair? Numair you there?" no answer.
"Numair, Its Dragonfly. Where are you?" Still nothing.
Odd, she thought to herself. Numair always answers.
She picked up her mirror and began to scry, when she looked through the palace, there was no one there. Jon and Thayet, Alanna, Numair, Daine, No one. She began to look through the royal forest.
When she started to search through Galla she found them. Numair and Daine. The image was fuzzy but she could tell that they weren't there for a pleasure trip. They were in a cave on the Galla-Tortall border.
She created a simulcra of herself, grabbed her duffle and packed some clothes, a sleeping bag, a parka and her pistol. She grabbed the knife Numair had given her and cut a portal for herself into the general area and slipped a painting over the front.
She slid in and closed the Portal. Great, more snow. She thought grumpily as she pulled the parka closer. They should be around here somewhere.Bingo! There was the cave!
***
Daine sat with Numair's head in her lap, feeling totally helpless. He was dying, he was dying and she couldn't save him. His normally tanned features were pale, his eyes closed tight. They were out in the middle of nowhere, everyone at the palace had been captured except her and Numair, and they had escaped. But it had cost Numair his life.
As tears leaked from her eyes she looked out and saw something that made her heart stop; there was something coming toward the cave, it was bulky and dragging something. She shifted into a wolf and prepared to fight when she stopped, and pulled her clothes back onto her human form. She ran out and hugged the thing.
"Dragonfly! Dragonfly what are you doing here?"
"Wondering what the heck is going on? What did I tell you about going out into the middle of nowhere unprepared?"
Dragonfly walked into the cave and dropped her duffle bag. It was filled with clothes, food, makeup, and shampoo. "Where's Numair." She stopped as she spotted him, laying on a bed roll, unmoving. "What happened?"
"These. things.attacked the palace. They were magicly powerful and they got Jon, Thayet, Alanna, everyone important. They tried to take us but Numair held them off long enough for us to get away. We've been running from them ever since. They can't get us here. They hate the cold. As soon as we were safe he collapsed. He drained himself fighting them off." She began crying again. Dragonfly walked over and hugged her friend. Daine was about twelve years older than her, but Dragonfly was taller.
"Shhh. Its alright. Its going to be okay."
As soon as Daine had calmed enough, Dragonfly set to work, Alanna and Duke Baird had trained her as a healer and she hoped she could save him.
She worked all night, cleaning wounds on both Daine and Numair, and transfering the emergency gift she kept in a opal around her neck into him. At around one, she was satified that he would probably live. She hoped so, Daine was already distraught.