(A/N) This is going to clear up a lot of things. Enjoy!! It is a
flashback by the way. Incase you're confused by what is going on.
"How come there were still Immortals left after the war? I've read reports on about the battlefields and how hundreds of Immortals disappeared at once, but others were left behind. Why didn't all of them go back?"
"Why? We will never truly know why. Most likely Mithros saw it fit that some of them were to stay to remind humans of what we are and where our place is. I once heard somewhere that Immortals were created in our dreams. They were the epitome of our worst nightmares. Placing on the planet so we might have pain and suffering. Stormwings are here to discourage battle. If you died for honor in battle, what honor is there in having your body desecrated?" the teacher asked.
The class shook their heads, silent and somber, remembering about the wars that had torn their families apart.
"Homework for tonight," a man in the corner said.
The Daine smiled at her teaching companion. "Homework: make a sketch of and write a two page report on spidrens. Correct facts, so that means research! Go to the library go after Master Salmalín or myself. Summarizing the book or copying it down is not acceptable, Jeremy," the class giggled, remembering how the boy had copied down a ten page essay for Master Salmalín straight from one of the books from the library.
"I was very busy that day. I have places to go and people to see," Jeremy said.
"Like the person in charge," Caralla, one of the two female pages that were brave enough to become knights, muttered under her breath.
The woman smiled. "Quotes are allowed. No more than three sentences and correct citations. Due in three days. Now get out of my classroom!"
Everybody quickly grabbed her bags and materials and scurried out of the classroom, afraid that the Wildmage would turn them in a chicken or a donkey.
She started to gather up her things as well when she felt a hand around her waist. A voice in her ear said, "That was a very good lesson, Mistress Salmalín."
His voice was usually light and always pleasant to listen to, but he had made it deep and husky. The woman turned round to face her husband.
"I am very pleased that it was to your satisfaction," she replied. The way the words rolled off her tongue made Numair shiver. He kissed her roughly and magicked the door shut.
Daine kissed back with even more passion and soon found that she had no shirt on. Numair picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He laid her on the desk and climbed on top of her. She ripped Numair shirt off, panting, her energy being spent at the passion of their kiss.
The door opened and Loretta, the other female page, entered. "Master Salmalín, I need help with my paper." She looked at her teachers and gasped.
"I am so sorry," she said with a wicked grin.
Numair sat up, but still on top of Daine, and looked at her. "I'm sure it's alright. Is it Daine?"
Daine looked at Loretta. "It's alright. We'll continue somewhere else." She turned to Numair. "Our bedroom?"
Loretta turned a deep crimson and muttered something, leaving the classroom and shutting the door behind her.
Daine and Numair burst out laughing. Numair got off Daine and helped her off the desk. They put their shirts back on. Numair kissed Daine again and they set off for the bedroom.
Later on that night, Numair set off for the library. He wanted to see who was getting a head start on their report and be there is anyone needed any help. He walked in and headed to the book section of Immortals. Tables were set nearby so the pages could have easy access to books and still be able to do their work.
Numair saw Caralla, Jeremy, and some of their other friends at a table. It seemed as though Caralla might like Jeremy, but Jeremy like most boys was entirely clueless to her signals. Numair chuckled to himself.
"Master Salmalín!" a voice behind him said.
He turned around and saw Loretta coming to him. "Do you still need help, Loretta?"
"Yes, I do," she said with a smile. "I am really sorry about this afternoon."
"It's alright. Really, it's fine."
"You must love Daine a lot," she commented.
"I love her more than life itself."
They walked into the shelves of books. "Now what do you need help with?" he asked.
This is going to be perfect, Daine thought.
She had made dinner for Numair. A typical Gallan dinner it consisted of bread, a salad, a soup, a chicken dish, cheese, and an apple pie. Daine had even acquired a rare Gallan wine that was superb, but very expensive.
Daine had planned a romantic dinner for the both of them and wanted to have a very loving night. Where is Numair?, she thought. He probably went to the library.
Daine walked to the library to find Numair.
"Here you go Master Salmalín," Loretta said passing him a drink.
Numair was troubled. He couldn't find the book that he wanted. They needed to know about the feeding habits of spidrens and it was the one book that Numair couldn't find. He walked over to the table that Loretta was learning against.
"Is that a book behind you?" he asked.
Loretta shoved the book behind her with her hand and held out a glass to Numair. "Have a drink, you look parched. It wouldn't do for the king to have a black-robe mage that was dehydrated."
Numair smiled, took the glass, and took a drink. It was a sweet apple juice. "Thank you."
Loretta smiled sweetly. "Why don't we go look some more?" Numair asked.
"Hold on," Loretta said. "I'd like a four minute break."
It seemed odd that she wanted only a four minute break, but Numair decided not to question the idiosyncrasies of other people. He certainly wasn't without some. Four minutes passed and Numair started to feel a little light headed.
"How are you feeling?" Loretta asked.
"A little weird, light headed."
"Good," she replied.
She pushed Numair on the table and got on top of him. She placed her fingers in his hair.
"Oh Numair. Oh, I've admired you since I first came into your class. More than admired, I've loved you. Your hair, your eyes, your voice. Your body." she kissed Numair.
And Numair kissed back. Loretta smiled and started to unbutton his shirt.
Daine stopped outside the Immortals section. She heard two voices talked very intimately to each other.
"Loretta," she heard Numair say. He was panting with the effort of fighting the young woman off.
"Loretta. Loretta," Numair said. "Don't you think we should take this somewhere else?"
"No right here is fine, Numair Salmalín. You're mine, right here, right now," Loretta replied.
"Please, don't tell Daine," Numair pleaded.
"Why would I dolt? She doesn't need to know about us," Loretta replied.
Daine gasped. She couldn't believe what she was hearing but didn't want to look, because she knew what she would see. She ran. She ran out of the library. Tears were streaming down her face. She ran into the cold night and looked at the moon. Daine collapsed with grief.
(A/N) I hope that cleared some things up for you. I know it's sad too. Now, Review!!
"How come there were still Immortals left after the war? I've read reports on about the battlefields and how hundreds of Immortals disappeared at once, but others were left behind. Why didn't all of them go back?"
"Why? We will never truly know why. Most likely Mithros saw it fit that some of them were to stay to remind humans of what we are and where our place is. I once heard somewhere that Immortals were created in our dreams. They were the epitome of our worst nightmares. Placing on the planet so we might have pain and suffering. Stormwings are here to discourage battle. If you died for honor in battle, what honor is there in having your body desecrated?" the teacher asked.
The class shook their heads, silent and somber, remembering about the wars that had torn their families apart.
"Homework for tonight," a man in the corner said.
The Daine smiled at her teaching companion. "Homework: make a sketch of and write a two page report on spidrens. Correct facts, so that means research! Go to the library go after Master Salmalín or myself. Summarizing the book or copying it down is not acceptable, Jeremy," the class giggled, remembering how the boy had copied down a ten page essay for Master Salmalín straight from one of the books from the library.
"I was very busy that day. I have places to go and people to see," Jeremy said.
"Like the person in charge," Caralla, one of the two female pages that were brave enough to become knights, muttered under her breath.
The woman smiled. "Quotes are allowed. No more than three sentences and correct citations. Due in three days. Now get out of my classroom!"
Everybody quickly grabbed her bags and materials and scurried out of the classroom, afraid that the Wildmage would turn them in a chicken or a donkey.
She started to gather up her things as well when she felt a hand around her waist. A voice in her ear said, "That was a very good lesson, Mistress Salmalín."
His voice was usually light and always pleasant to listen to, but he had made it deep and husky. The woman turned round to face her husband.
"I am very pleased that it was to your satisfaction," she replied. The way the words rolled off her tongue made Numair shiver. He kissed her roughly and magicked the door shut.
Daine kissed back with even more passion and soon found that she had no shirt on. Numair picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He laid her on the desk and climbed on top of her. She ripped Numair shirt off, panting, her energy being spent at the passion of their kiss.
The door opened and Loretta, the other female page, entered. "Master Salmalín, I need help with my paper." She looked at her teachers and gasped.
"I am so sorry," she said with a wicked grin.
Numair sat up, but still on top of Daine, and looked at her. "I'm sure it's alright. Is it Daine?"
Daine looked at Loretta. "It's alright. We'll continue somewhere else." She turned to Numair. "Our bedroom?"
Loretta turned a deep crimson and muttered something, leaving the classroom and shutting the door behind her.
Daine and Numair burst out laughing. Numair got off Daine and helped her off the desk. They put their shirts back on. Numair kissed Daine again and they set off for the bedroom.
Later on that night, Numair set off for the library. He wanted to see who was getting a head start on their report and be there is anyone needed any help. He walked in and headed to the book section of Immortals. Tables were set nearby so the pages could have easy access to books and still be able to do their work.
Numair saw Caralla, Jeremy, and some of their other friends at a table. It seemed as though Caralla might like Jeremy, but Jeremy like most boys was entirely clueless to her signals. Numair chuckled to himself.
"Master Salmalín!" a voice behind him said.
He turned around and saw Loretta coming to him. "Do you still need help, Loretta?"
"Yes, I do," she said with a smile. "I am really sorry about this afternoon."
"It's alright. Really, it's fine."
"You must love Daine a lot," she commented.
"I love her more than life itself."
They walked into the shelves of books. "Now what do you need help with?" he asked.
This is going to be perfect, Daine thought.
She had made dinner for Numair. A typical Gallan dinner it consisted of bread, a salad, a soup, a chicken dish, cheese, and an apple pie. Daine had even acquired a rare Gallan wine that was superb, but very expensive.
Daine had planned a romantic dinner for the both of them and wanted to have a very loving night. Where is Numair?, she thought. He probably went to the library.
Daine walked to the library to find Numair.
"Here you go Master Salmalín," Loretta said passing him a drink.
Numair was troubled. He couldn't find the book that he wanted. They needed to know about the feeding habits of spidrens and it was the one book that Numair couldn't find. He walked over to the table that Loretta was learning against.
"Is that a book behind you?" he asked.
Loretta shoved the book behind her with her hand and held out a glass to Numair. "Have a drink, you look parched. It wouldn't do for the king to have a black-robe mage that was dehydrated."
Numair smiled, took the glass, and took a drink. It was a sweet apple juice. "Thank you."
Loretta smiled sweetly. "Why don't we go look some more?" Numair asked.
"Hold on," Loretta said. "I'd like a four minute break."
It seemed odd that she wanted only a four minute break, but Numair decided not to question the idiosyncrasies of other people. He certainly wasn't without some. Four minutes passed and Numair started to feel a little light headed.
"How are you feeling?" Loretta asked.
"A little weird, light headed."
"Good," she replied.
She pushed Numair on the table and got on top of him. She placed her fingers in his hair.
"Oh Numair. Oh, I've admired you since I first came into your class. More than admired, I've loved you. Your hair, your eyes, your voice. Your body." she kissed Numair.
And Numair kissed back. Loretta smiled and started to unbutton his shirt.
Daine stopped outside the Immortals section. She heard two voices talked very intimately to each other.
"Loretta," she heard Numair say. He was panting with the effort of fighting the young woman off.
"Loretta. Loretta," Numair said. "Don't you think we should take this somewhere else?"
"No right here is fine, Numair Salmalín. You're mine, right here, right now," Loretta replied.
"Please, don't tell Daine," Numair pleaded.
"Why would I dolt? She doesn't need to know about us," Loretta replied.
Daine gasped. She couldn't believe what she was hearing but didn't want to look, because she knew what she would see. She ran. She ran out of the library. Tears were streaming down her face. She ran into the cold night and looked at the moon. Daine collapsed with grief.
(A/N) I hope that cleared some things up for you. I know it's sad too. Now, Review!!