AN: Hello everyone! It's 3 in the morning! *yay* Anyway I just returned
home from a fieldtrip with my band, it was wonderful! *I love Midfest* but
that was why it took me so long to update! I have had this chapter done and
I had not the time to post it before I left. Okay I have a beta reader now!
*sends one billion, yes BILLION ;) thanks to my new friend and beta person
Robinwyn* :) Well what am I wasting your time for, on with the fun!
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Alanna's boots echoed as she walked down the long hall to Jon's quarters. Their were two people which she could ask to help her identify Daine's illness, her friend and monarch Jon, or she could ask Tkaa, the basilisk who was knowledgeable in nearly every subject.
She had decided to speak with Jon first, he was one of her closer friends, and the chances of finding Tkaa without his help were quit slim.
She cradled Kitten who was still asleep in her arms as she walked. She leaned over to pull open the door, but just as she did so Kitten let out a disgruntled cheep. Opening one eye she stared at Alanna showing her disdain of being jostled. Alanna smiled ruefully and placed Kitten on the ground.
Without asking Kitten immediately leapt off to do her own bidding. 'I wonder where she is headed?' pondered Alanna for a moment. Then berating herself for not focusing on the task at hand, she slowly opened the door to the King's Chambers.
~*~*~*~*~*~* Kitten had indeed run off to do her own bidding, to see Daine actually. The Dragon's thoughts were troubling, even in sleep she thought of Daine, so concluding that she was no longer of service, she could see Daine and Numair, and perhaps soothe some of the many anxieties that implanted themselves in here mind.
Dusk was falling, and Kitten quizzically stood on her hind legs to take in the view from a small window. Just because she did not yet speak the language of humans did not mean that she didn't understand their troubles.
She was worried, and her normally vibrant color was a shade darker, the feeling of worry emanating from all of the friends of Daine, especially Numair, made her nearly crazy.
Settling back down, and moving hesitantly she clambered up the stairs to the next floor, and to Daine's room.
Walking quietly as possible, hard for a dragon with long silver claws, she walked across the stone floors to the door. She reached up to open it, only to find it locked. If Numair locked it, there really must have been something wrong. Whistling a small spell she manipulated the mechanisms within to turn and open.
She took in with worried eyes the scene that lay before her. Numair was asleep in a chair close to the bed, ready to awake if Daine stirred. A small bowl and cloth lay discarded on a table nearby, and in the bed lay Daine who tossed in the grips of a terrible fever.
Kitten's head tilted to the side as she pondered the situation. Walking over to Daine's bed she pulled herself up, careful to not dislodge anything and discomfort her caretaker she curled up next to Daine.
Daine felt a small warm Dragon curl next to her, opening her eyes she whispered, "Hello Kit!" and smiled.
Kitten looked up and trilled gently. Daine let out a small laugh at the look on Kitten's face; it was a mix of worry, confusion, and a little bit of quirkiness that she normally expressed.
Reaching a hand up she weakly brushed Kitten's leathery spines that ran from her head to tail. Savoring the touch Kit leaned against Daine. Sighing, and taking comfort in knowing that the dragon was close Daine allowed herself to fall back asleep.
Kitten still lay there, but was disappointed that she did not find much comfort in Daine's condition, she knew she had not improved. There was nothing she could do, so with her own defeated sigh Kitten too drifted into a restless sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~ Alanna slid into the parlor. King Jonathan was sitting at a desk piled high with papers and was franticly scribbling his signature with a large quill onto each.
"Busy day?'', said Alanna as she approached him.
"Alanna!" he said as his head popped up from behind a stack of papers. "No, not busy, just full of the usual amount of paperwork."
She laughed, there was rarely a time when she caught him without loads of work.
"How can I be of service to you?" he said as he rose and smiled.
"Well, Jon, I need to ask you a question."
He nodded his acceptance.
"Jon, Daine's sick. Really ill, this morning at Numair's request I looked her over. She was bleeding internally, not seriously, and I had her healed up in no time. Except for the cause? There was an orange fog, like magic, but not the kind that we produce in her system, It was foreign to me, and appears to be some kind of infection. But when I tried to burn it out, Jon it didn't respond, it was indifferent to any magic mortals can create."
He nodded again, and worry creased his brow. "Our Wildmage is ill, well what do you need help with, I will do all I can."
"You are one of the most educated people I know, so I hope you can help me. Have you ever heard of that type of infection, that shows a rather distorted orange when in a person's body?"
He shook his head sadly. "No," he answered, "Master Numair did not either?"
"No."
"Then there is only one who might."
"Tkaa." Finished Alanna.
"Right you are!" he said with sudden determination and grabbing her arm he lead her out of the room.
~*~*~**~~*~* Tkaa was sitting a garden lunching on a variety of rocks. Licking his lips he savored the taste of a nice piece of granite.
Twirling a piece of Marble in his hands he began to consume that as well, until he saw two figures approach him.
Focusing his eye he saw that it was Alanna and the King conversing in hushed voices. He stood up and closed the distance.
"Alanna, your majesty!" he greeted as he bowed slightly.
"Hello Tkaa!" said the king who clasped the lizard shoulder.
Alanna was in no mood for formalities, and getting straight to the subject she blurted out, "Tkaa we need your help."
He perked up, "How may I lend my services?"
"Well more accurately," said the King, "lend your knowledge, you may just be our only hope."
"Tkaa," continued Alanna seriously. "Daine is ill, severely, I need your help in identifying an infection that has settled itself in her system."
"Our Wildmage is ill!?" Exclaimed Tkaa.
"Yes, do you know of an illness that affects humans? That in one's system shows an orange color, and it does not respond to magic? I cannot burn it from her system." Mumbled Alanna.
"Orange?" muttered Tkaa.
"Orange?" he repeated. "Orange!! Yes I think I do know what it is!"
The relief that was evident on Alanna's face glowed like the North Star.
"I cannot be sure until I see her, but I am fairly certain!"
"Then I will lead you there." Said Jon.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Numair was jolted awake by the footfalls of the incoming party as they entered the room.
"Wha-?" he yawned as he stood.
"Numair!," said Alanna. "I've asked Tkaa, he thinks he knows what's wrong with our Wildmage!"
Numair turned to Tkaa, "What is it?! What can we do?"
Tkaa bent down to see a sleeping Kitten and Daine, it was just as he suspected. Tkaa mumbled a few words in languages long dead.
"English please." Said Alanna.
"In common it renders as. common, err. ah yes! Informally the illness that she suffers from is called Unicorn Fever."
"Unicorn Fever," scoffed Alanna, "Talk about advanced medical terms."
"Well," said Tkaa. "It is named so because the only known remedy. sorry I need a moment to recall this, it has been a while. yes, because, like you said the illness cannot be affected by magic, the only know remedy is a potion! That potion must contain a hair from a killer unicorn."
"That's not hard to get, we have a few boxes full of hair from killer unicorn's in the storerooms, why is that hard to acquire? And I still do not understand how this came about??"
"You see this disease was first spotted long ago, but after the immortals were trapped in the divine realms, so finding one would be very rare, and most cases of the disease were fatal. It is transmitted through animals, through the bond of Wild Magic I would now suppose."
"Well that explains it. Thank you Tkaa." Answered Numair now hearing enough answers turned back to his very sick student.
"Yes," said Jon, "We might as well start brewing that now. How long does that potion take to brew Tkaa?"
"Twenty-four hours if I am not mistaken."
"Twenty-four!" exclaimed Numair as he turned to face Tkaa, who was too worried to think logically. "What if she cannot make it?!"
"I suppose," Said Alanna quietly, "that we must try anyway."
They nodded in agreement and steeling their resolves, they prepared for a long night.
~*~*~**~*~ Replies: First I would like to say I am blown away by the amount of people reviewing, and thanks SO much to everyone! I try to answer everyone's reviews, but if I did forget you I am terribly sorry, keep in mind I am half awake now and I got four hours of sleep last night. :)
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Miya-chan3: Please don't go mad!! Well do if u like, I am already insane, but in a healthy way (Insanity: a perfectly normal adjustment to the insane world. ;). I am so glad you are enjoying this, I hope this chapter is just as good, I was not able to put in another sappy Daine and Numair scene so soon and I had a little trouble just writing, but I will later, I was afraid of driving my readers mad, anyway, I hope you like??? :)
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Robinwyn: What can I say, you have reviewed my stories and are now my beta reader, I am forever in your debt!! ;) *bows low* :)
Wildmagelette: Oh I am so glad you loved it. That little Kitten scene in this chapter was just for you and all of us Kitten fans! I will write more kit scenes, but only if u review! ;)
Lady-kitty: Yes it is a little sad, but at lease we know she will not die! I am not one for death fics, they are dead depressing! Keep reviewing! :)
ArizonaBay: *starts dancing* Well maybe Alanna did not figure it out, but at least someone did! But it is not over yet. This was originally going to be a small story, hehe, well now it will be fairly long. As long as everyone is enjoying it I will continue to write more, I find Numair and Daine very fun characters to write about, and I am definitely planning to write more stories with them in it. Thanks for your compliments! :)
CrAzYhOrSeGiRl88: I am such a sucker for D/N scenes, I have a nice fluffy one planned for later. I am glad you enjoy it, I enjoy writing it, *especially* anything D/N. *^.^* Thanks!
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We BROKE 20 REVIEWS! *YAY* Thanks all, these would be longer but I am falling asleep in my chair *snore*. :) ~Roccovende
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Alanna's boots echoed as she walked down the long hall to Jon's quarters. Their were two people which she could ask to help her identify Daine's illness, her friend and monarch Jon, or she could ask Tkaa, the basilisk who was knowledgeable in nearly every subject.
She had decided to speak with Jon first, he was one of her closer friends, and the chances of finding Tkaa without his help were quit slim.
She cradled Kitten who was still asleep in her arms as she walked. She leaned over to pull open the door, but just as she did so Kitten let out a disgruntled cheep. Opening one eye she stared at Alanna showing her disdain of being jostled. Alanna smiled ruefully and placed Kitten on the ground.
Without asking Kitten immediately leapt off to do her own bidding. 'I wonder where she is headed?' pondered Alanna for a moment. Then berating herself for not focusing on the task at hand, she slowly opened the door to the King's Chambers.
~*~*~*~*~*~* Kitten had indeed run off to do her own bidding, to see Daine actually. The Dragon's thoughts were troubling, even in sleep she thought of Daine, so concluding that she was no longer of service, she could see Daine and Numair, and perhaps soothe some of the many anxieties that implanted themselves in here mind.
Dusk was falling, and Kitten quizzically stood on her hind legs to take in the view from a small window. Just because she did not yet speak the language of humans did not mean that she didn't understand their troubles.
She was worried, and her normally vibrant color was a shade darker, the feeling of worry emanating from all of the friends of Daine, especially Numair, made her nearly crazy.
Settling back down, and moving hesitantly she clambered up the stairs to the next floor, and to Daine's room.
Walking quietly as possible, hard for a dragon with long silver claws, she walked across the stone floors to the door. She reached up to open it, only to find it locked. If Numair locked it, there really must have been something wrong. Whistling a small spell she manipulated the mechanisms within to turn and open.
She took in with worried eyes the scene that lay before her. Numair was asleep in a chair close to the bed, ready to awake if Daine stirred. A small bowl and cloth lay discarded on a table nearby, and in the bed lay Daine who tossed in the grips of a terrible fever.
Kitten's head tilted to the side as she pondered the situation. Walking over to Daine's bed she pulled herself up, careful to not dislodge anything and discomfort her caretaker she curled up next to Daine.
Daine felt a small warm Dragon curl next to her, opening her eyes she whispered, "Hello Kit!" and smiled.
Kitten looked up and trilled gently. Daine let out a small laugh at the look on Kitten's face; it was a mix of worry, confusion, and a little bit of quirkiness that she normally expressed.
Reaching a hand up she weakly brushed Kitten's leathery spines that ran from her head to tail. Savoring the touch Kit leaned against Daine. Sighing, and taking comfort in knowing that the dragon was close Daine allowed herself to fall back asleep.
Kitten still lay there, but was disappointed that she did not find much comfort in Daine's condition, she knew she had not improved. There was nothing she could do, so with her own defeated sigh Kitten too drifted into a restless sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~ Alanna slid into the parlor. King Jonathan was sitting at a desk piled high with papers and was franticly scribbling his signature with a large quill onto each.
"Busy day?'', said Alanna as she approached him.
"Alanna!" he said as his head popped up from behind a stack of papers. "No, not busy, just full of the usual amount of paperwork."
She laughed, there was rarely a time when she caught him without loads of work.
"How can I be of service to you?" he said as he rose and smiled.
"Well, Jon, I need to ask you a question."
He nodded his acceptance.
"Jon, Daine's sick. Really ill, this morning at Numair's request I looked her over. She was bleeding internally, not seriously, and I had her healed up in no time. Except for the cause? There was an orange fog, like magic, but not the kind that we produce in her system, It was foreign to me, and appears to be some kind of infection. But when I tried to burn it out, Jon it didn't respond, it was indifferent to any magic mortals can create."
He nodded again, and worry creased his brow. "Our Wildmage is ill, well what do you need help with, I will do all I can."
"You are one of the most educated people I know, so I hope you can help me. Have you ever heard of that type of infection, that shows a rather distorted orange when in a person's body?"
He shook his head sadly. "No," he answered, "Master Numair did not either?"
"No."
"Then there is only one who might."
"Tkaa." Finished Alanna.
"Right you are!" he said with sudden determination and grabbing her arm he lead her out of the room.
~*~*~**~~*~* Tkaa was sitting a garden lunching on a variety of rocks. Licking his lips he savored the taste of a nice piece of granite.
Twirling a piece of Marble in his hands he began to consume that as well, until he saw two figures approach him.
Focusing his eye he saw that it was Alanna and the King conversing in hushed voices. He stood up and closed the distance.
"Alanna, your majesty!" he greeted as he bowed slightly.
"Hello Tkaa!" said the king who clasped the lizard shoulder.
Alanna was in no mood for formalities, and getting straight to the subject she blurted out, "Tkaa we need your help."
He perked up, "How may I lend my services?"
"Well more accurately," said the King, "lend your knowledge, you may just be our only hope."
"Tkaa," continued Alanna seriously. "Daine is ill, severely, I need your help in identifying an infection that has settled itself in her system."
"Our Wildmage is ill!?" Exclaimed Tkaa.
"Yes, do you know of an illness that affects humans? That in one's system shows an orange color, and it does not respond to magic? I cannot burn it from her system." Mumbled Alanna.
"Orange?" muttered Tkaa.
"Orange?" he repeated. "Orange!! Yes I think I do know what it is!"
The relief that was evident on Alanna's face glowed like the North Star.
"I cannot be sure until I see her, but I am fairly certain!"
"Then I will lead you there." Said Jon.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Numair was jolted awake by the footfalls of the incoming party as they entered the room.
"Wha-?" he yawned as he stood.
"Numair!," said Alanna. "I've asked Tkaa, he thinks he knows what's wrong with our Wildmage!"
Numair turned to Tkaa, "What is it?! What can we do?"
Tkaa bent down to see a sleeping Kitten and Daine, it was just as he suspected. Tkaa mumbled a few words in languages long dead.
"English please." Said Alanna.
"In common it renders as. common, err. ah yes! Informally the illness that she suffers from is called Unicorn Fever."
"Unicorn Fever," scoffed Alanna, "Talk about advanced medical terms."
"Well," said Tkaa. "It is named so because the only known remedy. sorry I need a moment to recall this, it has been a while. yes, because, like you said the illness cannot be affected by magic, the only know remedy is a potion! That potion must contain a hair from a killer unicorn."
"That's not hard to get, we have a few boxes full of hair from killer unicorn's in the storerooms, why is that hard to acquire? And I still do not understand how this came about??"
"You see this disease was first spotted long ago, but after the immortals were trapped in the divine realms, so finding one would be very rare, and most cases of the disease were fatal. It is transmitted through animals, through the bond of Wild Magic I would now suppose."
"Well that explains it. Thank you Tkaa." Answered Numair now hearing enough answers turned back to his very sick student.
"Yes," said Jon, "We might as well start brewing that now. How long does that potion take to brew Tkaa?"
"Twenty-four hours if I am not mistaken."
"Twenty-four!" exclaimed Numair as he turned to face Tkaa, who was too worried to think logically. "What if she cannot make it?!"
"I suppose," Said Alanna quietly, "that we must try anyway."
They nodded in agreement and steeling their resolves, they prepared for a long night.
~*~*~**~*~ Replies: First I would like to say I am blown away by the amount of people reviewing, and thanks SO much to everyone! I try to answer everyone's reviews, but if I did forget you I am terribly sorry, keep in mind I am half awake now and I got four hours of sleep last night. :)
Numair's Angel: Go Numair and Daine!! Thank you much!
Miya-chan3: Please don't go mad!! Well do if u like, I am already insane, but in a healthy way (Insanity: a perfectly normal adjustment to the insane world. ;). I am so glad you are enjoying this, I hope this chapter is just as good, I was not able to put in another sappy Daine and Numair scene so soon and I had a little trouble just writing, but I will later, I was afraid of driving my readers mad, anyway, I hope you like??? :)
PsychoLioness13: Good! Thanks, now what about this chappie??
Robinwyn: What can I say, you have reviewed my stories and are now my beta reader, I am forever in your debt!! ;) *bows low* :)
Wildmagelette: Oh I am so glad you loved it. That little Kitten scene in this chapter was just for you and all of us Kitten fans! I will write more kit scenes, but only if u review! ;)
Lady-kitty: Yes it is a little sad, but at lease we know she will not die! I am not one for death fics, they are dead depressing! Keep reviewing! :)
ArizonaBay: *starts dancing* Well maybe Alanna did not figure it out, but at least someone did! But it is not over yet. This was originally going to be a small story, hehe, well now it will be fairly long. As long as everyone is enjoying it I will continue to write more, I find Numair and Daine very fun characters to write about, and I am definitely planning to write more stories with them in it. Thanks for your compliments! :)
CrAzYhOrSeGiRl88: I am such a sucker for D/N scenes, I have a nice fluffy one planned for later. I am glad you enjoy it, I enjoy writing it, *especially* anything D/N. *^.^* Thanks!
Wake-robin: Better late than never of course! Thank you so much, I was in the middle of this chapter and I saw that you had reviewed. I think your review gave me the motivation to finish this! So thank u thank u thank u!
We BROKE 20 REVIEWS! *YAY* Thanks all, these would be longer but I am falling asleep in my chair *snore*. :) ~Roccovende