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Sorry about how long it took to get this chappie up. We had communication problems.
Factoid-about-this-story of the chapter: We considered having the Tortallian National Anthem. We wrote our own.
To the Tune of We Love You Conrad from Bye Bye Birdie
We love you Jon
O yes we do
We love you Jon
So brave and true
You've got a gift
And eyes of bluueee…
Oh Jo-on we love you!!!
Bonus: While writing Jon eating cake, Ade stuffed bread into her mouth to ensure that spellings were accurate.
"Sahnzi," said Daine in the gardens over tea, "We have some great news."
"Are you finally getting married? I mean It took you long enough." I said, chewing a biscuit. Numair and Daine looked slightly taken aback.
"Well, yes Sahnzi we are, but we have other news as well." stated Numair.
"You've become something like a child to us Sahnzi. So we would like to give you a home." I knitted my eyebrows. I already had a home.
"We want to want to adopt you." I jumped up to hug him but was cut short by a searing pain in my chest. I looked down to see an hideous black arrow sticking out of my chest. I remember very little of what happened. Daine and Numair were yelling at me to do something. All I knew was I was gushing tons of blood. Then Daine slapped me. She yelled
"Change! Change into a stormwing! Sahnzi!" Something must have clicked and I slowly began to change. There was no less pain. Could Daine heal immortals? Was I even classified as an immortal? Apparently I was because I felt pain ebb away and thought either I'm dang lucky or I was dead. Turns out it was the former over the latter. I was confined to a stormwing shape for two weeks while the wound completely healed. They caught the assassin but no one knew who he worked for. He was as dead as I almost was, but with a more professionally made arrow, a royal arrow.
By the time I was healed they had emergency dress fittings for the wedding since you cannot fit a stormwing for clothes. Then came the wedding, and I was in pink.
"Pink… Why Pink..." I muttered as I stood waiting for Daine to come into the grove with Numair. Then she came… dressed in green. GREEN?! And me in pink! I made an indignant noise and the priestess glared at me. Everything else was beautiful. The songs, the dance, the bride… Gods! I am becoming so sentimental. That's Numair's fault.
My adoption came next. We merely needed King Jonathan to sign the papers. We all went up to him. He was eating the wedding cake, which I am the proud chef of.
"Jon, will you sign this document?" asked Numair.
"Sbhure. Anthythin fuwa a fwiend andth gwoom." He signed the papers. "Oh bhy tvhe way, gwreath caketh. Who madeth it?"
"Sahnzi." The king started choking and Thayet had to slap him on the back then take him to the healers. That just made my day. It got worse from there.
***
My ex-family came to the wedding. My sister Elizabeth ran up to me.
"Sahnzi!" she yelled, "I can't believe it's you! Nothings been the same since you left." I returned the hug until I felt her ripped out of my arms. I looked up and saw my "used-to-be" father and mother.
"You may not be anywhere near that abomination! Do you hear me Elizabeth! She is no longer your sister!" They hissed just loud enough for me to hear. I felt like turning away when Numair came up to me.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing, it's okay." I said as calmly as I could and trying not to cry. Numair the caught a bit of what they were saying to Elizabeth and got wide eyed.
"They said that in front of you?" he said. I nodded. "Well lets go make "polite"' conversation". With his arm around my shoulder we walked over to my I-can't-believe-I-called-you-my-parents.
"Hello, My Lord Henry. I believe we've met?" said Numair.
"Why yes we have, last year." He said not noticing me.
"Have you heard our exciting news? We are adopting a daughter." Said Numair.
"Is she here?" asked Henry.
"Why yes." He said. I popped in front of him.
"Ack!" he said and jumped back. I held out my hand.
"Hello. Dumped any children lately?" I asked. He looked down at me with disgust, spat on me and walked away.
"Well, that was rather gross." I said wiping saliva off my face. Daine came over.
"What's going on?" she asked. Numair told her and she went over and slapped my ex-father. Alaya, who stood nearby started cheering. I smiled; I knew I had people who cared about me. That night I officially became Sahnzi Salmalin.
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