KarraCaz – Thanks so much for reviewing my story! It really made computer applications class more exciting (the only thing I've learned there is to sleep with my eyes open). Emelan is a country (I'm not sure what she calls her world), where Lightsbridge, the Mage School, and Winding Circle, the temple, are. At Winding Circle, Dedicates (most with the gift of magic) teach others in their gift and run a boarding school.
I completely forgot to do my disclaimer (silly, silly me). Anyway, I don't own anything except Sabina and Hears-All.
Chapter One
It was hot day in Emelan. The sun beat down on the rocky shore, making the pounding waves sparkle, as if they'd been sprinkled with glitter or fairy dust. A young girl sat by the waters edge, perched on a rock. Her legs were folded and her hands were resting lightly on her knees, palm up. Wavy dark hair, streaks of red and gold highlights illuminated under the afternoon sun, hung down her shoulders, framing a pale face that was burned red from the sun. Her eyes, normally large and hazel, were currently closed. A large osprey sat stiffly by her side.
I'm going to get seawater in my feathers, he grumbled silently to her, ruffling said feathers indignantly. I cannot see what you seem to get from wading in ice-cold, salty, stick-to-your-wings, disgustingly sticky, salt water.
"Sea salt is supposedly very healthy for you," the girl replied without opening her eyes. "And I'm not wading in it anymore. I'm just sitting and meditating. Or at least, I was."
She heard his mental grumble as he settled back down, and opened her eyes. "You know I have to work on my meditation if I ever want to truly control my magic. Look, if you don't like it so much, why don't you go up to the river by Winding Circle. That's not salt water."
Maybe later, fledgling; you can't get away from me that easily.
Sabina, or fledgling as her animal friend liked to call her, snorted and turned her eyes back to sea. I can try, she retorted as she sank deep into meditation once more.
James Kirk, Captain of the Enterprise, stalked to the bridge of his ship. Things were not going his way. First they had run into an inter- dimensional pothole, so to speak, rocking the ship violently and causing great damage, though they had managed to save most of the ship. The science officer, Spock, looked up from his station at Kirk's arrival, his face and eyes inscrutable and stoic as always.
"Is there anywhere we can stop for repairs?" Kirk asked.
"Yes, Captain," Spock, pointed to a planet on the view screen. "Our sensors say that it is an agricultural planet, and relatively peaceful."
"Do we have a lock-on?"
"Yes, Captain."
"Good. And Spock, haven't I asked you many times to call me Jim?"
"Yes, Captain."
Kirk bit back an annoyed sigh.
Sabina looked up, startled, as Hears-All took off suddenly, screaming a warning into her ears and mind. Two men were standing a few feet away. One was tall, with reddish-brown hair and laughing eyes. The other caught her attention, her jaw dropping as something tickled from the back of her memory. He was tall with sleek black hair and dark eyes. His eyebrows were pointed upwards and he had pointed ears.
"May I suggest communicating with her, Captain?" he said, raising one eyebrow. She snapped her mouth shut, eyes narrowing slightly as she stared at them, feeling a little peeved from the combination of them having made Hears-All run off and the fact that they'd interrupted her meditation. And he didn't have to be so...so...patronizing!
"How many times have I told you to call me Jim?" the Captain asked.
"Many, Captain," the man, replied.
Kirk sighed. "Lass, do you know where we could buy materials to repair our ship?"
"Um, there's a blacksmith at the temple," she answered hesitantly, glancing between the two. Something about them made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. The same something made her want to scuttle back up to the small cave hidden in the rocks and not come out again until they'd gone. "It's back that way," she pointed up the rocks toward the road.
"Could you show us where it is, please?" The Captain asked.
"Yes," she said grudgingly, wanting no part with them but knowing that if she led them to the blacksmith's they'd be out of her hair but if she didn't, she wasn't sure when they'd leave. Of course, in her disgruntled mood, she was also sorely tempted to lead them up into the school dining hall and slip off among the crowd. She immediately felt guilty for that, though. It's not like they've actually done anything irksome, she thought to herself. They just really creep me out for some reason.
Rising, she wiped her hands on her breeches and straightened her tunic. "What might your names be?" she asked.
"Captain Jim Kirk, of the U.S.S. Enterprise," The Captain said proudly, "and this is the Science Officer, Spock."
The little tickling at her back of her mind was back, telling her that something about this was really important, but she couldn't find what it was. What's odd about a Captain and his crew? She wondered as she led them up the slope.
"I'm Sabina."
I completely forgot to do my disclaimer (silly, silly me). Anyway, I don't own anything except Sabina and Hears-All.
Chapter One
It was hot day in Emelan. The sun beat down on the rocky shore, making the pounding waves sparkle, as if they'd been sprinkled with glitter or fairy dust. A young girl sat by the waters edge, perched on a rock. Her legs were folded and her hands were resting lightly on her knees, palm up. Wavy dark hair, streaks of red and gold highlights illuminated under the afternoon sun, hung down her shoulders, framing a pale face that was burned red from the sun. Her eyes, normally large and hazel, were currently closed. A large osprey sat stiffly by her side.
I'm going to get seawater in my feathers, he grumbled silently to her, ruffling said feathers indignantly. I cannot see what you seem to get from wading in ice-cold, salty, stick-to-your-wings, disgustingly sticky, salt water.
"Sea salt is supposedly very healthy for you," the girl replied without opening her eyes. "And I'm not wading in it anymore. I'm just sitting and meditating. Or at least, I was."
She heard his mental grumble as he settled back down, and opened her eyes. "You know I have to work on my meditation if I ever want to truly control my magic. Look, if you don't like it so much, why don't you go up to the river by Winding Circle. That's not salt water."
Maybe later, fledgling; you can't get away from me that easily.
Sabina, or fledgling as her animal friend liked to call her, snorted and turned her eyes back to sea. I can try, she retorted as she sank deep into meditation once more.
James Kirk, Captain of the Enterprise, stalked to the bridge of his ship. Things were not going his way. First they had run into an inter- dimensional pothole, so to speak, rocking the ship violently and causing great damage, though they had managed to save most of the ship. The science officer, Spock, looked up from his station at Kirk's arrival, his face and eyes inscrutable and stoic as always.
"Is there anywhere we can stop for repairs?" Kirk asked.
"Yes, Captain," Spock, pointed to a planet on the view screen. "Our sensors say that it is an agricultural planet, and relatively peaceful."
"Do we have a lock-on?"
"Yes, Captain."
"Good. And Spock, haven't I asked you many times to call me Jim?"
"Yes, Captain."
Kirk bit back an annoyed sigh.
Sabina looked up, startled, as Hears-All took off suddenly, screaming a warning into her ears and mind. Two men were standing a few feet away. One was tall, with reddish-brown hair and laughing eyes. The other caught her attention, her jaw dropping as something tickled from the back of her memory. He was tall with sleek black hair and dark eyes. His eyebrows were pointed upwards and he had pointed ears.
"May I suggest communicating with her, Captain?" he said, raising one eyebrow. She snapped her mouth shut, eyes narrowing slightly as she stared at them, feeling a little peeved from the combination of them having made Hears-All run off and the fact that they'd interrupted her meditation. And he didn't have to be so...so...patronizing!
"How many times have I told you to call me Jim?" the Captain asked.
"Many, Captain," the man, replied.
Kirk sighed. "Lass, do you know where we could buy materials to repair our ship?"
"Um, there's a blacksmith at the temple," she answered hesitantly, glancing between the two. Something about them made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. The same something made her want to scuttle back up to the small cave hidden in the rocks and not come out again until they'd gone. "It's back that way," she pointed up the rocks toward the road.
"Could you show us where it is, please?" The Captain asked.
"Yes," she said grudgingly, wanting no part with them but knowing that if she led them to the blacksmith's they'd be out of her hair but if she didn't, she wasn't sure when they'd leave. Of course, in her disgruntled mood, she was also sorely tempted to lead them up into the school dining hall and slip off among the crowd. She immediately felt guilty for that, though. It's not like they've actually done anything irksome, she thought to herself. They just really creep me out for some reason.
Rising, she wiped her hands on her breeches and straightened her tunic. "What might your names be?" she asked.
"Captain Jim Kirk, of the U.S.S. Enterprise," The Captain said proudly, "and this is the Science Officer, Spock."
The little tickling at her back of her mind was back, telling her that something about this was really important, but she couldn't find what it was. What's odd about a Captain and his crew? She wondered as she led them up the slope.
"I'm Sabina."