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Factoid-about-this-story of the chapter: This story was originally meant to be a drama! No seriously! But then the story met Lily

Lily: I LOVE FLUFF!!!!!!!!  

***FOUR YEARS LATER***

(A/N: In case you hadn't noticed this is important to the plot. Trust us)

Sarain, still a country torn by war, took its anger out on Tortall. No one knew why exactly but some people said it was because we had their princess. They attacked completely random. No one knew when their armies would strike. Whole armies had died within the first month. One day King Jonathan burst into our room.

"How can they strike like this!" he yelled, "Numair can't you get mages out there!"

"They always strike within the aura of the City of the Gods. We can't scry for them." Numair replied calmly.

"If only we could have a spy that would be perfectly normal on a battle field. They captured all of the normal spies."

Said the King.

"We can. I'll spy as an animal like a vulture or a wolf." Said Daine.

"Yes you could but they'd get suspicious if the same animal showed up at every battle so you could be there sometimes but we need someone to be there every time." I could see where this was going. I don't think the king liked me very much.

"Me." I said.

"What?" gasped Numair. Daine spun around and the King smiled. I don't know why he doesn't like me he just has never been all that hospitable to me beyond protocol so you can see why he smiles when I might go into life threatening situations

"I can go as a stormwing and listen in on what there saying. Then I can relay it to Daine who can relay it to Numair."

"All we have to do is brew up some Eau De Stormwing and you can leave tomorrow." Said the King.

"Tomorrow!" gasped Numair.

"We have to get there before we are attacked again." Muttered Daine. 

The King left with a new spring in his step as we all sat around the table cursing.

The next day all three of us were flying to the last known location of the Sarain army. It took us a full week and when we got there we were all exhausted. We barely had enough strength to go set up camp.

"Phew!" I said as I changed back from a stormwing.

"Who has Privy duty?" asked Daine. Not me. Not Me. NOT ME!

"I'll do it." Said Numair. I was ordered to  bathe so I didn't stink up camp with Eau de Stormwing. I jumped into the water down stream from camp. I scrubbed myself raw and then just swam for the heck of it. I suddenly heard a gruff voice in the woods "We'll make camp 'ere t'night, men." It was the Sairain army. I ran out of the stream grabbed a towel and changed into a storming as I ran, which, by the way, isn't very effective. I tripped and fell on my stomach. I heard and felt a sickening crack that I new was my rib.  And with all the strength I had left I yelled "Daine! Numair! Get your butts out of here! Sarian's army is crossing the river!" I lied back down and knew at least Daine would know I was in trouble and look for me. This at least would get them out of camp. It hurt really, really bad to breathe. I lay on the ground gasping and crying for some time before I heard anyone coming near me. "Daine." I croaked. This hurt worse than breathing. I let out a sob and tried to get in the least painful position. I heard the horse coming closer.

"Gods." I heard someone mutter above me. "This is a very interesting sight."

"Help-" I managed to croak before the world went black.

I woke in a warm cabin. I found partially torn bandages around my chest. It didn't really hurt too bad any more. I looked around and saw a man asleep on the chair in the corner. When I turned my razor feathers cut through the bandage.

"Crud-muffins!"(Lily: this is MY word) I exclaimed and the man woke up with a snort.

"Oh, your awake." He said, "Here let me get you new bandages. I've had to get new ones every time you turned around." He grinned and walked into another room. "You know," he said as he came back in, "I've never smelled a good smelling stormwing before. But then again I've never healed a stormwing before either." He chuckled and went on. "What's your name?"

"Sahnzi. Sahnzi Bonecruncher" I lied.

"Aye, my name's Sam. Where you from?"

"Corus. I live in- I mean near the palace. Most of the time." I said not quite engaging in conversation.

"I see. You over here to be with all the battles?" he asked. I sat befuddled and realized he thought me a real stormwing who came here to mess with the bodies of dead soldiers. I couldn't let him know that I was a spy. What if he worked with the army?

"Yeah, sure." I said. He finished the bandage, patted it in place and sat down in a chair next to my bed.

"I have some stew but I don't know what stormwings eat but I know they don't have to. You want some?" he asked. I, unlike other stormwings had to eat. I realized I hadn't eaten for at least a day.

"Stew would be wonderful." I sighed. He brought me a steaming bowl of the best soup I had ever smelled in my whole life. Then there was the problem of eating stew with no hands. He managed to get me a straw so I at least could drink the broth. As he was helping me I noticed his brilliant blue-gray eyes. They were like smoke with a hint of turquoise. A brilliant iris of cryst-  Ack! I thought, "What am I thinking!"

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