Chapter three: Faecha
WOOHOO!!!!!!!! You finally get to figure out who Faecha is!!! She's the best; I based her on 1 of my friends. Disclaimer: THEIR MINE!!!!! ALL MINE!!!!!!!!! *Clutches squirming characters to chest* I AM TAMORA PIERCE!!! REALLY, I AM!!!!
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When Kara walked through the doors, a scene opened up before her. The hall was big, about the size of a small basketball stadium. The room was lined with columns to hold up the roof made of some dark stone Kara couldn't identify and had numerous tapestries and unlit torches lining the walls. Windows with fuzzy glass let sunlight inside in streaks of gold.
Sitting on two mahogany thrones were King Jonathan and Queen Thayet. Jonathan was very handsome, with coal black hair and dark, dreamy blue eyes. Thayet was breathtakingly beautiful; the only possibly way to summon it up in a few words. Men must be falling over themselves to talk to her, Kara thought as she viewed the monarchs; that would be IF they could remember to speak.
Surrounding the two monarchs were a number of people. Immediately Kara recognized Alanna, the king's champion, with her flaming red hair she was unmistakable. Sitting at her feet was Daine, the wildmage, and in her lap was a DRAGON. Well of course, Kara thought to herself, Kitten goes everywhere with Daine, she's smarter than most humans anyways. On the other side of the room, leaning heavily on a pillar, was a HUGE man with dark hair, Raoul of the Kings Own, she would have to complement him later of the efficiency of the Kings Own.
The most shocking of the people in the Hall was the man pacing back and forth with a quizzical look on his face. Another tall one, Kara thought, who's missing? He had long black hair tied into a horse tail and dark eyes and looked VERY familiar.
"NUMAIR?!?!" Kara yelled out suddenly and broke free of the Own's grasp. "YOU WERE THE ONE WHO BROUGHT ME HERE? BUT HOW? AND WHY?" Kara stopped in front of the mage as everyone in the room looked at her. Numair stopped pacing and looked up, confused.
"Who is this?" Jonathan said with a ½ smile, "And why are her hands tied?" "Your majesty, she caused havoc in the market place." A guard replied, "We didn't know what to do with her, like the last one."
"Well," the king said to the Own, "what did we do last time?"
"We, uh, gave them a room in the visitor's wing and you spoke to them in private, right?"
"Off you go then," the king said cheerfully, "But first, will you please untie miss." The king looked expectantly at Kara.
"Kara, just Kara. you sound like one of my teachers when you say miss." Kara said, and to the shock of everyone in the room, she bowed slightly, spun around and walked towards the door. She called over her shoulder, "We can talk after I get some rest ok? To tired to talk, bye!" And she walked out of the Great Hall, the Own trailing after her to untie her hands.
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Kara woke up suddenly in the middle of the night in a huge bed in the guest wing of the castle. Sitting up suddenly, she felt a presence surge at the window to her right. She rolled off her bed as she heard some scratching at the dark window. The girl groped under the bed for a weapon, a broom, it would have to do.
Looking underneath the bed, Kara saw four paw-like hands and feet quietly pad to the floor. They paused for a moment and slowly made their way across the room to where Kara was crouching. Jumping up suddenly, Kara swung the broom as hard as she could at the dark form in front of her. The thing yelped and pulled a matrix move on her, ducking and grabbing the broom at the same time, kicking Kara's legs out from under her and jumping away. As Kara struggled to get up quickly, she looked up to see CAT-LIKE eyes glowing at her. The creature growled and lashed out at her with sharp claws, making Kara jump back and regain balance. As the creature lashed out again, months of fighting bullies at school took over. She kicked up at the creatures chin, following that with a punch that sent the thing into the door.
Kara, shaking her hair out of her face, pinned the creature to the ground by sitting on it, not having anything else nearby. The creature gasped as it struggled to get the thing squashing it's lungs off. Kara pinned its arms down and jumped, sitting HARD down on the thing.
"UGH!!! STOP THAT KARA!!!" The creature said through gritted teeth.
"FAE?!" Kara said, immediately getting up off of one of her best friends since seventh grade. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?!"
"TRYING to surprise you, what else?" The girl replied, sitting up and rubbing her head where it hit the door.
"Well," Kara said, helping Faecha up off the ground and lighting a candle, "why didn't you just surprise me in the morning?"
"I was ALSO trying to prove to the King of the Rogue that I can break into a person's rooms in the castle without them knowing. Since you are new here and all, I decided do kill two birds with one stone. I forgot that you can kick my ass when it comes to hand-to-hand stuff." She sat down on Kara's bed. "So, how was your trip here? I can tell you that mine was a nightmare. A lot of Bazhir and a Shang." She put on a dreamy look, "Oh, well maybe not all of it was bad."
"Ummm. Right," Kara replied to this sudden change of mood, "Well, a lot of Numair, even more goopy black stuff, and some running around screaming. Not so bad, but now my butt hurts." She looked at the girl pointedly.
"Sorry," Faecha said sheepishly, "For a second I thought I had the wrong room. So I came in farther to see if you had fallen off the bed. When you attacked me, I freaked, and shapeshifted so that I had cat claws. You could say that that didn't work out to well."
"Wait a minute," Kara said sharply, "you SHAPESHIFTED?"
Faecha smiled, "That's right, I have wild magic now. For the past month, Numair and Daine have been teaching me. You could say I have been catching on a lot faster than Daine did."
"YEAH!" Kara said, walking over to her window and closing it, "It took her like, four years to get hers under control, how did you train your magic so fast?"
"I don't - unfortunately-have near as much as Daine, that's why my shifts are limited. I can only go so far. Like you know how she changed her voice box in the 4th book while she was a bird into a human's?" Kara nodded. "Well, I am not near powerful enough to do that, and I can only change completely into a wolf, an eagle, and that's about it. Numair said that I already have a closer bond to them than other animals so it is much easier to shift into them than others, but I am perfectly contented with just being able to shift. Now, if you don't mind, I need to get some sleep, I need to meet the King of the Rogue tomorrow morning." Faecha stood up to leave. As she was walking towards the window, Kara said, "Wait! How did you know that I was in this room, let alone in Tortall at all?" The wild mage grinned, "Gossip travels VERY fast around here. You should expect that tomorrow you will be rumored to rival Thayet in her beauty and arrived riding an elephant from a country where horses talk, or some such nonsense." Kara shook her head, "This is too much, go on out Fae, I need to get some sleep." Faecha grinned and opened the window, "You do that, now if you don't mind." She walked backwards and took a running jump out of the window, coming in again as an eagle. The wild mage flew over to Kara who held out an arm for her friend. Faecha jumped on it and Kara walked over to her door, opening it and whispering to her, "Take a crap on the Lord Provost's head for me ok?" The bird nodded with a smug rustle of her feathers and Kara launched the eagle into the hallway.
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The morning saw her in the Great Hall in a deep blue bodice and skirt and her boots. She didn't really want to wake up this morning but the servants insisted on her making breakfast to talk to the king. He had insisted that she sit with him at the High Table with the other teachers and people of importance and she didn't like everyone staring at her so much. What she DID notice, though, was that she saw a lot of semi-familiar faces. Daine and Numair sat near the end of the High Table together, talking in whispered voices. Below her, sitting with uneaten food at one of the other tables, she noticed a group of young men and one woman , probably about nineteen or twenty, talking and gazing at her with interest. Faecha was right, Kara thought as she pretended not to notice, gossip DOES travel fast around here. The Hall's double doors opened and the king walked through with what she guessed was Lord Wyldon. Jonathan was wearing a simple outfit of breeches and a shirt, though obviously of the best quality. He walked up the hall as the room grew quiet. When he reached the High table, the king addressed the crowd sitting in front of him, "I believe that Lady Kara should say grace for us on this morning." And he sat down, looking up at Kara expectantly. If Kara expected anything, it wasn't this. She froze for a moment, her mouth open in surprise at the man that DARED to try and embarrass her. The girl shook back her long black hair and heard a sigh from one of the men down below her. The voice belonged to a squire with short brown hair that looked like it had fingers run through it a few times. With his green eyes, the young man had to be from Queenscove because he reminded her so much of Neal, not to mention that he had Dom's nose and chin. Ugh, she thought, not another poem writer. Kara cleared her throat and took a very deep breath, "Grace," she said shortly and sat down, looking over at the now shocked king and the snickering group of people. She looked over at the king again, "Satisfied? Next time, I'll actually USE one of my prayers." The King of Tortall looked over at her and grinned before looking down at his plate, shaking his head. "Sorry, you should have seen the look on your face." Suddenly he grew serious, "Now, what would you like to know about us? I am at a loss for words on how to begin." Kara took a deep breath. "I want to know about everything: why how and when I got here, and I want to know NOW. None of this beating around the bush business." "Well, it's about time she asked too." a familiar voice commented behind her with a quiet chuckle, "I TOLD you she'd be arrogant about it-" "Oh shut up Fae," Kara said, throwing a piece of bread at the tall, auburn- haired girl taking a seat next to Kara. "Your Majesty," Faecha Quickpaw said as an introduction, "May I present to you Kara Ravenwing, the most arrogant young woman in the realm, the princess of tripping and the queen of cursi-" She didn't have time to finish because of the forkful of egg that hit her straight in the face. "I should have seen that coming," Faecha muttered, wiping egg off her face. "Anyways," Kara continued, taking a look at her friend's shocked and indignant face and breaking out laughing as a reward, "I would like to know what is going on," she glanced at Faecha again, "please." "Well, the king remarked, "I'm not sure I should be the one to tell you these things that you want to know. Master Salmalin is probably the most appropriate person to tell you that so I suggest that you seek him out, but until then," he picked up his fork and began to eat, "I suggest that we all nourish ourselves before we starve." Soon after, a messenger came and whispered urgently into the king's ear. He chuckled and nodded, suddenly turning to the girls eating and saying, "I'm sorry, I have some urgent business I need to deal with, please do not forget to visit Numair."
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Kara needed things answered!!! She wanted to follow the king immediately but had to be fitted for a mass of clothes. A gift from Thayet. After this, Kara sneaked past the guards patrolling near the king's study. Kara quietly opened the door and crept in. "Kara, my dear, hello," the king said, not even looking up from the pile of paperwork on his desk. "I thought you would have been here over an hour ago." "I had to be fitted for clothes, your majesty. A gift from your wife," Kara replied with a shrug. "But I wanted to talk about-" "How you got here," Jonathan finished for her, placing his quill down and gesturing to the chair across from him, "Take a seat." Kara sat down and waited expectantly. "We have been recently been working on a way to travel to different worlds. It is called 'sending.' Numair has recently been trying to travel to your world -- earth, is it? - and bring back things but it has never seemed to work right. Out of numerous attempts, only two have been successful. These are the instances where Numair brought you and Faecha here." "How does it work?" Kara inquired. "Sending is an old ritual that used to be performed only by the chosen of Mithros and Shakith. But things have changed. The process is done by a heavily Gifted person. They use a staff to open a portal-like door to another world. Depending on the incantation recited, the person goes to a world. The door then remains opened for about twenty-four hours and then collapses on itself." The king shook his head, "So far, we have only found the incantation to your world and a few others." Kara nodded, NOW things made sense. "SO Fae and I have been brought form Earth to Tortall. Sounds like a fair exchange to me. How often can you do a sending?" "It depends," Jonathan replied, "Since Numair is the only person so far that has enough power and experience to send, about once every four or so weeks. The sending is very complicated and takes a lot of a person's Gift to do. We also don't know how to get you back right now so until then, you and our wild-mage will have to stay in the castle." "Why on earth would we want to go back?" Kara said, grabbing a piece of parchment off the king's desk and folding it into an airplane. "I mean, me an' Fae have been thinking about this actually happening since we finished reading about Tortall. As long as you don't expect us to fend for ourselves, why the hell would we want to go back to Earth? There isn't anything for us there except family. And we could always come and get them later, right?" "I should think so," the king replied, "We haven't gotten all the kinks out of sending but we assume that you COULD go back and get others if you really wanted." "Good," Kara said, nodding and standing up. "Oh yeah, one more thing, how did Faecha get wild magic?" "We aren't sure," The king answered, "But we think that she acquired it over the traveling from your world to ours. Just to be safe, I think that you should check with Numair to see if YOU have received anything too, you might be surprised."
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OMG, this chapter took me FOREVER to type, sry for the wait, I'll have another long one coming up too, so pleze be patient. Hoped you enjoyed it. REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!!!!! THEY'RE FUN!!!!!!!!!!!
WOOHOO!!!!!!!! You finally get to figure out who Faecha is!!! She's the best; I based her on 1 of my friends. Disclaimer: THEIR MINE!!!!! ALL MINE!!!!!!!!! *Clutches squirming characters to chest* I AM TAMORA PIERCE!!! REALLY, I AM!!!!
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When Kara walked through the doors, a scene opened up before her. The hall was big, about the size of a small basketball stadium. The room was lined with columns to hold up the roof made of some dark stone Kara couldn't identify and had numerous tapestries and unlit torches lining the walls. Windows with fuzzy glass let sunlight inside in streaks of gold.
Sitting on two mahogany thrones were King Jonathan and Queen Thayet. Jonathan was very handsome, with coal black hair and dark, dreamy blue eyes. Thayet was breathtakingly beautiful; the only possibly way to summon it up in a few words. Men must be falling over themselves to talk to her, Kara thought as she viewed the monarchs; that would be IF they could remember to speak.
Surrounding the two monarchs were a number of people. Immediately Kara recognized Alanna, the king's champion, with her flaming red hair she was unmistakable. Sitting at her feet was Daine, the wildmage, and in her lap was a DRAGON. Well of course, Kara thought to herself, Kitten goes everywhere with Daine, she's smarter than most humans anyways. On the other side of the room, leaning heavily on a pillar, was a HUGE man with dark hair, Raoul of the Kings Own, she would have to complement him later of the efficiency of the Kings Own.
The most shocking of the people in the Hall was the man pacing back and forth with a quizzical look on his face. Another tall one, Kara thought, who's missing? He had long black hair tied into a horse tail and dark eyes and looked VERY familiar.
"NUMAIR?!?!" Kara yelled out suddenly and broke free of the Own's grasp. "YOU WERE THE ONE WHO BROUGHT ME HERE? BUT HOW? AND WHY?" Kara stopped in front of the mage as everyone in the room looked at her. Numair stopped pacing and looked up, confused.
"Who is this?" Jonathan said with a ½ smile, "And why are her hands tied?" "Your majesty, she caused havoc in the market place." A guard replied, "We didn't know what to do with her, like the last one."
"Well," the king said to the Own, "what did we do last time?"
"We, uh, gave them a room in the visitor's wing and you spoke to them in private, right?"
"Off you go then," the king said cheerfully, "But first, will you please untie miss." The king looked expectantly at Kara.
"Kara, just Kara. you sound like one of my teachers when you say miss." Kara said, and to the shock of everyone in the room, she bowed slightly, spun around and walked towards the door. She called over her shoulder, "We can talk after I get some rest ok? To tired to talk, bye!" And she walked out of the Great Hall, the Own trailing after her to untie her hands.
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Kara woke up suddenly in the middle of the night in a huge bed in the guest wing of the castle. Sitting up suddenly, she felt a presence surge at the window to her right. She rolled off her bed as she heard some scratching at the dark window. The girl groped under the bed for a weapon, a broom, it would have to do.
Looking underneath the bed, Kara saw four paw-like hands and feet quietly pad to the floor. They paused for a moment and slowly made their way across the room to where Kara was crouching. Jumping up suddenly, Kara swung the broom as hard as she could at the dark form in front of her. The thing yelped and pulled a matrix move on her, ducking and grabbing the broom at the same time, kicking Kara's legs out from under her and jumping away. As Kara struggled to get up quickly, she looked up to see CAT-LIKE eyes glowing at her. The creature growled and lashed out at her with sharp claws, making Kara jump back and regain balance. As the creature lashed out again, months of fighting bullies at school took over. She kicked up at the creatures chin, following that with a punch that sent the thing into the door.
Kara, shaking her hair out of her face, pinned the creature to the ground by sitting on it, not having anything else nearby. The creature gasped as it struggled to get the thing squashing it's lungs off. Kara pinned its arms down and jumped, sitting HARD down on the thing.
"UGH!!! STOP THAT KARA!!!" The creature said through gritted teeth.
"FAE?!" Kara said, immediately getting up off of one of her best friends since seventh grade. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?!"
"TRYING to surprise you, what else?" The girl replied, sitting up and rubbing her head where it hit the door.
"Well," Kara said, helping Faecha up off the ground and lighting a candle, "why didn't you just surprise me in the morning?"
"I was ALSO trying to prove to the King of the Rogue that I can break into a person's rooms in the castle without them knowing. Since you are new here and all, I decided do kill two birds with one stone. I forgot that you can kick my ass when it comes to hand-to-hand stuff." She sat down on Kara's bed. "So, how was your trip here? I can tell you that mine was a nightmare. A lot of Bazhir and a Shang." She put on a dreamy look, "Oh, well maybe not all of it was bad."
"Ummm. Right," Kara replied to this sudden change of mood, "Well, a lot of Numair, even more goopy black stuff, and some running around screaming. Not so bad, but now my butt hurts." She looked at the girl pointedly.
"Sorry," Faecha said sheepishly, "For a second I thought I had the wrong room. So I came in farther to see if you had fallen off the bed. When you attacked me, I freaked, and shapeshifted so that I had cat claws. You could say that that didn't work out to well."
"Wait a minute," Kara said sharply, "you SHAPESHIFTED?"
Faecha smiled, "That's right, I have wild magic now. For the past month, Numair and Daine have been teaching me. You could say I have been catching on a lot faster than Daine did."
"YEAH!" Kara said, walking over to her window and closing it, "It took her like, four years to get hers under control, how did you train your magic so fast?"
"I don't - unfortunately-have near as much as Daine, that's why my shifts are limited. I can only go so far. Like you know how she changed her voice box in the 4th book while she was a bird into a human's?" Kara nodded. "Well, I am not near powerful enough to do that, and I can only change completely into a wolf, an eagle, and that's about it. Numair said that I already have a closer bond to them than other animals so it is much easier to shift into them than others, but I am perfectly contented with just being able to shift. Now, if you don't mind, I need to get some sleep, I need to meet the King of the Rogue tomorrow morning." Faecha stood up to leave. As she was walking towards the window, Kara said, "Wait! How did you know that I was in this room, let alone in Tortall at all?" The wild mage grinned, "Gossip travels VERY fast around here. You should expect that tomorrow you will be rumored to rival Thayet in her beauty and arrived riding an elephant from a country where horses talk, or some such nonsense." Kara shook her head, "This is too much, go on out Fae, I need to get some sleep." Faecha grinned and opened the window, "You do that, now if you don't mind." She walked backwards and took a running jump out of the window, coming in again as an eagle. The wild mage flew over to Kara who held out an arm for her friend. Faecha jumped on it and Kara walked over to her door, opening it and whispering to her, "Take a crap on the Lord Provost's head for me ok?" The bird nodded with a smug rustle of her feathers and Kara launched the eagle into the hallway.
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The morning saw her in the Great Hall in a deep blue bodice and skirt and her boots. She didn't really want to wake up this morning but the servants insisted on her making breakfast to talk to the king. He had insisted that she sit with him at the High Table with the other teachers and people of importance and she didn't like everyone staring at her so much. What she DID notice, though, was that she saw a lot of semi-familiar faces. Daine and Numair sat near the end of the High Table together, talking in whispered voices. Below her, sitting with uneaten food at one of the other tables, she noticed a group of young men and one woman , probably about nineteen or twenty, talking and gazing at her with interest. Faecha was right, Kara thought as she pretended not to notice, gossip DOES travel fast around here. The Hall's double doors opened and the king walked through with what she guessed was Lord Wyldon. Jonathan was wearing a simple outfit of breeches and a shirt, though obviously of the best quality. He walked up the hall as the room grew quiet. When he reached the High table, the king addressed the crowd sitting in front of him, "I believe that Lady Kara should say grace for us on this morning." And he sat down, looking up at Kara expectantly. If Kara expected anything, it wasn't this. She froze for a moment, her mouth open in surprise at the man that DARED to try and embarrass her. The girl shook back her long black hair and heard a sigh from one of the men down below her. The voice belonged to a squire with short brown hair that looked like it had fingers run through it a few times. With his green eyes, the young man had to be from Queenscove because he reminded her so much of Neal, not to mention that he had Dom's nose and chin. Ugh, she thought, not another poem writer. Kara cleared her throat and took a very deep breath, "Grace," she said shortly and sat down, looking over at the now shocked king and the snickering group of people. She looked over at the king again, "Satisfied? Next time, I'll actually USE one of my prayers." The King of Tortall looked over at her and grinned before looking down at his plate, shaking his head. "Sorry, you should have seen the look on your face." Suddenly he grew serious, "Now, what would you like to know about us? I am at a loss for words on how to begin." Kara took a deep breath. "I want to know about everything: why how and when I got here, and I want to know NOW. None of this beating around the bush business." "Well, it's about time she asked too." a familiar voice commented behind her with a quiet chuckle, "I TOLD you she'd be arrogant about it-" "Oh shut up Fae," Kara said, throwing a piece of bread at the tall, auburn- haired girl taking a seat next to Kara. "Your Majesty," Faecha Quickpaw said as an introduction, "May I present to you Kara Ravenwing, the most arrogant young woman in the realm, the princess of tripping and the queen of cursi-" She didn't have time to finish because of the forkful of egg that hit her straight in the face. "I should have seen that coming," Faecha muttered, wiping egg off her face. "Anyways," Kara continued, taking a look at her friend's shocked and indignant face and breaking out laughing as a reward, "I would like to know what is going on," she glanced at Faecha again, "please." "Well, the king remarked, "I'm not sure I should be the one to tell you these things that you want to know. Master Salmalin is probably the most appropriate person to tell you that so I suggest that you seek him out, but until then," he picked up his fork and began to eat, "I suggest that we all nourish ourselves before we starve." Soon after, a messenger came and whispered urgently into the king's ear. He chuckled and nodded, suddenly turning to the girls eating and saying, "I'm sorry, I have some urgent business I need to deal with, please do not forget to visit Numair."
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Kara needed things answered!!! She wanted to follow the king immediately but had to be fitted for a mass of clothes. A gift from Thayet. After this, Kara sneaked past the guards patrolling near the king's study. Kara quietly opened the door and crept in. "Kara, my dear, hello," the king said, not even looking up from the pile of paperwork on his desk. "I thought you would have been here over an hour ago." "I had to be fitted for clothes, your majesty. A gift from your wife," Kara replied with a shrug. "But I wanted to talk about-" "How you got here," Jonathan finished for her, placing his quill down and gesturing to the chair across from him, "Take a seat." Kara sat down and waited expectantly. "We have been recently been working on a way to travel to different worlds. It is called 'sending.' Numair has recently been trying to travel to your world -- earth, is it? - and bring back things but it has never seemed to work right. Out of numerous attempts, only two have been successful. These are the instances where Numair brought you and Faecha here." "How does it work?" Kara inquired. "Sending is an old ritual that used to be performed only by the chosen of Mithros and Shakith. But things have changed. The process is done by a heavily Gifted person. They use a staff to open a portal-like door to another world. Depending on the incantation recited, the person goes to a world. The door then remains opened for about twenty-four hours and then collapses on itself." The king shook his head, "So far, we have only found the incantation to your world and a few others." Kara nodded, NOW things made sense. "SO Fae and I have been brought form Earth to Tortall. Sounds like a fair exchange to me. How often can you do a sending?" "It depends," Jonathan replied, "Since Numair is the only person so far that has enough power and experience to send, about once every four or so weeks. The sending is very complicated and takes a lot of a person's Gift to do. We also don't know how to get you back right now so until then, you and our wild-mage will have to stay in the castle." "Why on earth would we want to go back?" Kara said, grabbing a piece of parchment off the king's desk and folding it into an airplane. "I mean, me an' Fae have been thinking about this actually happening since we finished reading about Tortall. As long as you don't expect us to fend for ourselves, why the hell would we want to go back to Earth? There isn't anything for us there except family. And we could always come and get them later, right?" "I should think so," the king replied, "We haven't gotten all the kinks out of sending but we assume that you COULD go back and get others if you really wanted." "Good," Kara said, nodding and standing up. "Oh yeah, one more thing, how did Faecha get wild magic?" "We aren't sure," The king answered, "But we think that she acquired it over the traveling from your world to ours. Just to be safe, I think that you should check with Numair to see if YOU have received anything too, you might be surprised."
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OMG, this chapter took me FOREVER to type, sry for the wait, I'll have another long one coming up too, so pleze be patient. Hoped you enjoyed it. REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!!!!! THEY'RE FUN!!!!!!!!!!!