Author's Note: This isn't as serious as the last chapter but it does have a
lot of questions. Now this fic may seem weird, what with rather lighter
chapters at the start and then a serious chapter but it does have a plot
and while it may seem strange at the moment just be patient and I will
reveal all to you!
I'm sorry I haven't updated for so long! I would have but I couldn't get on
to ff.n and the Internet wasn't working and I've started school again and
I've got two projects and an essay already. So I've been busy. But updates
shall be more frequent. And another chapter shall be out soon.
Disclaimer: I don't own the books and I don't make any profit.
The Bump
Chapter Five
Joren's POV
Well well well. That was an interesting bed time story. Joren leaned back into his chair a slight frown on his pale face. Very interesting indeed.
He stood up abruptly his frown becoming more fierce, a line forming between his brows. The story in some ways seems unrealistic. The Yamini must of let the pirates come in to the temple for some obscure reason and once the pirates had done what the Yamini wanted them to do and so they killed them. But why?
But why would they let them do that? What is the reason, that lead the Yamini to open the way to that island. Why would they would they want pirates, scoundrels all of them, to have access to such power?
There had to be a reason, or why would they do it? Releasing a demon was dangerous; it was not something you did lightly. They had to have reason. The reason had to be important.
I doubt they would gain any power, but if they did. . .
But even if they did find a way to use the power they would have to be careful in using it. How would they use the demon's powers?
Had the Yamini found a way to gain power from the Demon? After they had sealed it how. . . Wait!
Ilane had said they had sealed but she implied it was at the temple where they sealed the Demon. But instead of sealing inside the artifacts they sealed it inside. . . Kel! They had sealed it inside Kel. Maybe they had found a way to access the power from a human body. But Kel had moved to Tortall some years ago, would they be able to use the power from such distance?
But why has the demon surfaced now? Why now? After all these years why would it come to force now? What was tempting to act? Was it under threat? Had it gained power?
What is its power's? How do they control such a powerful being? Demons can't be tamed, can they? How could they tame the demon? How had they sealed the demon? Where did all this knowledge come from? Who knows this knowledge?
This is all very strange. All these theories all these questions, all unanswered.
Who has the answer?
*************
Neal's POV
Neal paced around his room, muttering under his breath, running a hand through his hair messing it up.
All this was so confusing. So much had changed today. He could no longer looked at certain people the same way. They were different from what he knew of them. They changed in front of his very eyes and he didn't notice, how could he not notice?
But had they changed? Or was he different? Was he the one acting different, strange?
No, he had changed but not that much.
Kel had a past she rarely talked about and I saw no reason to ask. But does she remember any of this? Does she remember the demon? Has she always been acting under it's influence? What was her true self? Who was she? Who was the soul beneath her flesh?
Do I really know her? How can anybody truly know a person? What are her thoughts her emotions? She hides her emotions so well, what emotion she does show, is it real? Who is she?
Kel. Keladry. Keladry of Mindelan.
Her name. The name means what? Her name shortened, an abbreviation of her true name, twice. A name of comfort, a name for friends to call you, for family, for your love. . . The name given to people she likes, people she trusts, people she loves. Does she like me? Does she trust me? Does she. . . love. . . me?
Neal was interrupted from his musings by two sharp knocks on the door.
Knock knock.
Torn away from his musing he moved to open the door.
"Oh hi Owen. What are you doing here?" Neal asked so politely
Owen's face reddened and looked away as he nervously patting his head, "Well. . . at the jolly ball. There was a cousin of mine, a jolly girl cousin. And uh she um wanted to uh meet you. But as she walked to um talk to you, you left quickly and with Joren and a jolly lady and Kel but she doesn't know Kel but I guessed was her from the description. How is Kel anyway? She was in your and," here Own face grimaced slightly, "Joren's arms. Is she fine? Is she jolly?" Owen said quickly.
Neal stared at him for a moment his face unreadable, Own started twitching under the scutioning look, "Kel is well, and, jolly," he choked out.
"Jolly! Well come out and meet my cousin Jollina," Owen gestured for Neal to come out and Neal did so.
"Jollina huh? Bet she is really, jolly," Neal weakly muttered.
Own gave him a strange look clearly not understanding his poor joke.
The small girl caught his attention, she had straight dark brown hair, wide brown eyes, her features resembled Owen slightly but more elfin. She wore a dark navy blue dress with icy pale blue lace and her hair was held up in a silver net small clear gemstones interwoven the silver net.
She looked up and after seeing his eyes on her she ducked her head and shyly smiled up at him.
"Good evening, milord," she said curtseying slightly.
"Call me Neal."
"Very well, Neal," she said his name slowly her smile growing bigger.
They both stood there awkwardly for some minutes with Owen looking back and forth between them, clapping his hands together loudly, he said brightly, "Well isn't this jolly!"
"Indeed! It is quite jolly!" Jollina spoke cheerfully, grinning joyfully.
Neal gaped at them in slight disbelief.
The entire family is a jolly-saying cult! Neal thought with horror. They are all cultists!
The cousins grinned up at him unaware of his thoughts, which Neal was very grateful.
Neal shuddered.
************
Narrator's POV
The shipped rocked gently against the waves. To and fro. To and fro. To and fro.
Land was in sight. A distant shore line. A darker out line against the foaming ocean, a darker blue reflected from the night skies. A new land for him to see.
By tomorrow they would have reached the land.
Light. Light from the stars, shining from above. Flaming stars, burning in the darkness of the night. Light. Light from the city. On off. On off. On off.
They flicker. People turning on a flame for light for warmth for solace. What else can fire bring?
Destruction.
How he loved that word. How could he not? The desire for destruction was strong but he curbed it. He would soon have all the destruction he needed, forever. A source of never ending destruction. All for him and no one else. He was going to have fun.
The waves grew bigger, faster, stronger. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.
The wood creaked underneath.
A man started laughing. The sound echoed eerily.
The sailor's eyes in the darkness shone with fear, their movement's jerky. But still there faces were wooden, frozen in the same position they had been in when the spell was cast, no true emotions coming forth. The only way for them to show emotion is through their eyes, eyes that shone with terror as the man laughed.
Over the waves, into the night the laugh was heard. In dreams, in nightmares, in thoughts the laugh surrounded the thoughts, overwhelming the thoughts, crushing them, devouring them. Yet so delicately no one knew.
No one?
End Chapter Five
So what do you think? Please R/R
Thank you to all that reviewed!
Disclaimer: I don't own the books and I don't make any profit.
The Bump
Chapter Five
Joren's POV
Well well well. That was an interesting bed time story. Joren leaned back into his chair a slight frown on his pale face. Very interesting indeed.
He stood up abruptly his frown becoming more fierce, a line forming between his brows. The story in some ways seems unrealistic. The Yamini must of let the pirates come in to the temple for some obscure reason and once the pirates had done what the Yamini wanted them to do and so they killed them. But why?
But why would they let them do that? What is the reason, that lead the Yamini to open the way to that island. Why would they would they want pirates, scoundrels all of them, to have access to such power?
There had to be a reason, or why would they do it? Releasing a demon was dangerous; it was not something you did lightly. They had to have reason. The reason had to be important.
I doubt they would gain any power, but if they did. . .
But even if they did find a way to use the power they would have to be careful in using it. How would they use the demon's powers?
Had the Yamini found a way to gain power from the Demon? After they had sealed it how. . . Wait!
Ilane had said they had sealed but she implied it was at the temple where they sealed the Demon. But instead of sealing inside the artifacts they sealed it inside. . . Kel! They had sealed it inside Kel. Maybe they had found a way to access the power from a human body. But Kel had moved to Tortall some years ago, would they be able to use the power from such distance?
But why has the demon surfaced now? Why now? After all these years why would it come to force now? What was tempting to act? Was it under threat? Had it gained power?
What is its power's? How do they control such a powerful being? Demons can't be tamed, can they? How could they tame the demon? How had they sealed the demon? Where did all this knowledge come from? Who knows this knowledge?
This is all very strange. All these theories all these questions, all unanswered.
Who has the answer?
*************
Neal's POV
Neal paced around his room, muttering under his breath, running a hand through his hair messing it up.
All this was so confusing. So much had changed today. He could no longer looked at certain people the same way. They were different from what he knew of them. They changed in front of his very eyes and he didn't notice, how could he not notice?
But had they changed? Or was he different? Was he the one acting different, strange?
No, he had changed but not that much.
Kel had a past she rarely talked about and I saw no reason to ask. But does she remember any of this? Does she remember the demon? Has she always been acting under it's influence? What was her true self? Who was she? Who was the soul beneath her flesh?
Do I really know her? How can anybody truly know a person? What are her thoughts her emotions? She hides her emotions so well, what emotion she does show, is it real? Who is she?
Kel. Keladry. Keladry of Mindelan.
Her name. The name means what? Her name shortened, an abbreviation of her true name, twice. A name of comfort, a name for friends to call you, for family, for your love. . . The name given to people she likes, people she trusts, people she loves. Does she like me? Does she trust me? Does she. . . love. . . me?
Neal was interrupted from his musings by two sharp knocks on the door.
Knock knock.
Torn away from his musing he moved to open the door.
"Oh hi Owen. What are you doing here?" Neal asked so politely
Owen's face reddened and looked away as he nervously patting his head, "Well. . . at the jolly ball. There was a cousin of mine, a jolly girl cousin. And uh she um wanted to uh meet you. But as she walked to um talk to you, you left quickly and with Joren and a jolly lady and Kel but she doesn't know Kel but I guessed was her from the description. How is Kel anyway? She was in your and," here Own face grimaced slightly, "Joren's arms. Is she fine? Is she jolly?" Owen said quickly.
Neal stared at him for a moment his face unreadable, Own started twitching under the scutioning look, "Kel is well, and, jolly," he choked out.
"Jolly! Well come out and meet my cousin Jollina," Owen gestured for Neal to come out and Neal did so.
"Jollina huh? Bet she is really, jolly," Neal weakly muttered.
Own gave him a strange look clearly not understanding his poor joke.
The small girl caught his attention, she had straight dark brown hair, wide brown eyes, her features resembled Owen slightly but more elfin. She wore a dark navy blue dress with icy pale blue lace and her hair was held up in a silver net small clear gemstones interwoven the silver net.
She looked up and after seeing his eyes on her she ducked her head and shyly smiled up at him.
"Good evening, milord," she said curtseying slightly.
"Call me Neal."
"Very well, Neal," she said his name slowly her smile growing bigger.
They both stood there awkwardly for some minutes with Owen looking back and forth between them, clapping his hands together loudly, he said brightly, "Well isn't this jolly!"
"Indeed! It is quite jolly!" Jollina spoke cheerfully, grinning joyfully.
Neal gaped at them in slight disbelief.
The entire family is a jolly-saying cult! Neal thought with horror. They are all cultists!
The cousins grinned up at him unaware of his thoughts, which Neal was very grateful.
Neal shuddered.
************
Narrator's POV
The shipped rocked gently against the waves. To and fro. To and fro. To and fro.
Land was in sight. A distant shore line. A darker out line against the foaming ocean, a darker blue reflected from the night skies. A new land for him to see.
By tomorrow they would have reached the land.
Light. Light from the stars, shining from above. Flaming stars, burning in the darkness of the night. Light. Light from the city. On off. On off. On off.
They flicker. People turning on a flame for light for warmth for solace. What else can fire bring?
Destruction.
How he loved that word. How could he not? The desire for destruction was strong but he curbed it. He would soon have all the destruction he needed, forever. A source of never ending destruction. All for him and no one else. He was going to have fun.
The waves grew bigger, faster, stronger. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.
The wood creaked underneath.
A man started laughing. The sound echoed eerily.
The sailor's eyes in the darkness shone with fear, their movement's jerky. But still there faces were wooden, frozen in the same position they had been in when the spell was cast, no true emotions coming forth. The only way for them to show emotion is through their eyes, eyes that shone with terror as the man laughed.
Over the waves, into the night the laugh was heard. In dreams, in nightmares, in thoughts the laugh surrounded the thoughts, overwhelming the thoughts, crushing them, devouring them. Yet so delicately no one knew.
No one?
End Chapter Five
So what do you think? Please R/R
Thank you to all that reviewed!
