Hello. I'm back. (at like five in the morning with the messed up daylight savings times that make it so you can't get any sleep-quite the reversal of the intended purpose Sorry for those of you who noticed that my story went off the site for three days, but my mother punished me and made me take it off. I convinced her to let me keep it, so that won't happen again (I hope). The only real bad part about re-posting this fic is that I lost my reviews in the process, so I don't remember what the chapter three ones said. Thank you to those of you who did review, and don't stop now (we were on like twenty four when I had to take it off, and I hope to get them again.) I remember someone asking what Connaught is. It's not a character in a book, but a very beautiful, mountainous part of Ireland. And for whoever asked, my science teacher was definitely a man, but that would take too long to explain too. So, if you have any more questions, re-review or review for this new chapter (which contains the long-awaited romance, at least for Wildmage101).
Now, without further ado (read the note at the end), the chapter…
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The LightningOne stormy night, Amanda awoke to the ear splitting crashes of thunder in the late May showers. Forgetting her better sense, she tiptoed down the stairs, past the loudly snoring Numair, and out the door
It was a thunderstorm; the lightning streaking across the sky. With that, she brushed away the last of her conscience's warnings. She felt free, as if she were part of the wind itself. Reaching inside herself to her source of copper fire, she felt a wild sense of ecstasy and grasped the tense air around the clouds. A bolt of lightning was streaking down toward her outstretched arms and without thinking she caught it in her hands.
The energy and sheer power of the lightning overwhelmed her and at once she knew she had made a huge mistake. Desperately she tried to let go with out success. Oh no. The burning power of the lightning was consuming her magic. With a last futile effort, she tried to rid herself of the lighting; she collapsed, and was engulfed in a fierce glow.
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When Amanda awoke, she was dimly aware of a pair of cool hands holding her own. She opened her eyes, to find herself thickly wrapped in blankets, and anxious, yet livid Numair standing over her.
" Are you mad?" he bellowed, " Did I not teach you never to mess with forces you cannot and should not control? You could have died! When I woke up and found you…"
His voice broke. Loosing his anger, Numair swept her up into his arms and kissed her sweetly. Amanda simply froze, her body feeling like a limp noodle. She was very aware of several things, how Numair's lips felt, warmly pressed against her own, the heat and passion rushing through her body, and that this was the one thing she had always wanted, yet never even considered possible. When he took his lips away, and Amanda gazed breathlessly up at him, she found he was shaking. She had frightened him.
" Sorry, Numair" she mumbled, trying not to let the exhaustion overtake her, and failing dismally. With that, she closed her eyes, and fell back asleep. Numair sighed, and paused for a moment to tenderly brush a lock of amber hair from her face. Then, cradling her up in his arms, he carried her up to her room.
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So, how was it? Short, I know, but it is the shortest one and the next one will be longer. I hope it wasn't too romantic, I don't really like the romance, but Amanda does, so I write some in occasionally. I will try to post soon, since I am a day late with this update, but not if I don't get enough reviews (like five or more-I'm getting spoiled). For those of you who just started reading, this story has been on for almost a week, it's not newly published like it says it is. So, review, and ask me any questions you have, and I'll try to answer them.
-Queen of Connaught
