A/N 'Lo, peoples. It's Monday! Not that I like Mondays... but oh well.
This is going to be a four chapter story, shorter than A Thief's Life, but still.
Also, when I try to break the chapter up, fantfiction.net (to be referred from now on a ff.net) takes it out, leaving my readers with just a blank space and no break. So I will be doing stuff like (Later that day) or (The next day). Sound good?
Sorry about the last chapter. My thoughts were scattered and not so good.
I now have 8 stories under my rule. That sounds evil, doesn't it?
Argghh! It's Wednesday now! And I haven't even finished the A/N... I hate gettting disrupted. Stupid siblings.
Disclaimer: Look, I own Tris's book. That's it, and the rest of the series, and the Circle opens. My sister owns the Tortall series. I do not own these characters.
(Chapter 3: Magic?)
Tris, for the first time in many days, stepped outside to not drizzle, but sunshine. She didn't look at the sun, but admired it reflections on the water puddles and shining grass. The streams of air twirled around the redhead in their own dance.
Her curls threatened to yank out of their captors with the rough and playful breezes that swam around Tris. She tied her hair back again, but to no avail. She supposed she would have to live with it.
A rather strong wind smashed home into Tris's tresses, sending the braids flying.
"Can't you be tame for once!" snarled Tris at the plaited hair swinging around her head. Angrily, she attempted to get her temper under control. It was a thing that she could never learn to keep; it was one of the main reasons she guessed that all the strange things her happening to her.
"I don't see why you continue like this," she grumbled to herself. "Yell at yourself, at the world, at everybody, Tris, and what-"
She was abruptly cut off by her cousin yelling from the cottage door. "You come in here, Trisana, get the buckets, and get the water!"
She groaned mentally and did as she was told.
(Later that day, after getting the water....)
Lugging the heavy wooden buckets full of sloshing water, she trudged home. Water slopped down onto her dress, drenching her legs in cool water. She looked towards the house of her cousin. Uraelle never really hurt her, but yelled, and treated her as if a slave. It wasn't her fault strange things happened, like lightning when angry, or rain why crying. It... just happened.
"Trisana! Hurry up, a storm's coming!" bellowed Cousin Uraelle. She shook a finger at the redhead. "I can walk faster with three buckets of water, and see if I don't!"
Tris hated this verbal abuse; it made her feel unwanted and useless. Gritting her teeth, she vowed she would show her cousin and her family she was not useless.
(Later that day....)
Thunder crashed and lightning sparked above Uraelle's small cottage. Threads of lightning snaked across the clouds, and heat lightning flickered across the sky.
"Trisana Chandler!" snarled Cousin Uraelle. "What did I say? These potatoes you bought two days ago are already sprouting! I said fresh, not old, fresh vegetables!"
Tris was curled up in her little corner. She cringed, guilt washing up in her.
"And these tomatoes! Look at the bruises! These tomatoes-"
CRASH!
A huge rumble of thunder roared, and a flash of a thick, many-veined lightning slammed onto a tree outside the window near where Tris was sitting.
"Ahhhhh!" screamed Uraelle. She ran into the next room, shrieking her head off.
Tris stared out the window, drinking in the sight of the huge-pronged bolt of lightning. Her hair fizzed up and lifted, the static to much. The sound didn't seem to effect the fire haired girl- she was in too much of a trance to care. Did she do that, she thought to herself. To control lightning would be a dream. But it would never come true, Tris thought sadly.
(After the storm, later that night...)
Tris slept in her woolen-blanketed cot (A/N Yes, I decided to change it. It did seem slave-like to give her a wad of blankets on the floor. A cot sounds better, don't you think, Lady Wolf-Speaker?) on the floor, across the room from her cousin.
Tris looked up at the ceiling, her gray eyes dark in the night. She shivered and pulled the blanket closer; it was cold in the room. She heard
Uraelle snoring; she was fast asleep, unlikely to be awaken by the soft padding of footsteps.
Tris stood up, her blanket slipping off her. Creeping slowly towards the door, she paused near Uraelle's bed. Checking just to make sure, she peered close into her cousin's face.
It was serene and placid, not likely to be awaken at all. With that, Tris stole out of the room, leaving the door open behind her.
(Outside...)
Tris stood outside in her rough nightgown, curls spilling down her shoulders and neck. She turned her head towards the peeking dawn. A small glimmer of light showed near the edge of the east horizon, promising a new day.
Tris gazed up at the sky, and saw stars, and a waxing moon. The grass was damp under her feet, and the wetness clung to her. But Tris didn't mind. She walked around the house until she came to the area the bolt of lightning struck.
There was a charred, long stick there, proving that there once was a tree there, but no more. Tris bent down, her gown sweeping the sodden grass, and touched the burnt stick.
Something bubbled up inside her, and it shot through her fingertips into the tree. She shrieked and fell back into the soggy grass.
There used to be some kind of plant there- but not when Tris touched it. It was a pile of charred crumbs of tree. Tris stood up, wet dress sticking to her legs. She ran back inside. What was she, a mage?
No, she argued with herself. It was the leftover electricity, that was it, I touched it and it went through me...
And the little handful of burned stick back there? More scorched then before? I call that magic! snarled her inner self.
No! No no no no! thought Tris. That is nothing. I touched it and it collapsed. It was nothing!
But something told Tris otherwise, nagging her for the rest of the night.
(End Chapter 3, Magic?)
A/N I hope that the little (things) worked. They better have!
I know my last chapter stank. Sorry. Again.
You know, I was interrupted THREE CURSED TIMES during this chapter. First it was to fix my sister some popcorn, then to turn up the TV, then it was just to annoy me... GRRR! Ignore my rantings. Just read the fic if you have too.
I hope you like this chapter better, and here's and ad: read my other Tamora Pierce fanfiction, A Thief's Life!
This is going to be a four chapter story, shorter than A Thief's Life, but still.
Also, when I try to break the chapter up, fantfiction.net (to be referred from now on a ff.net) takes it out, leaving my readers with just a blank space and no break. So I will be doing stuff like (Later that day) or (The next day). Sound good?
Sorry about the last chapter. My thoughts were scattered and not so good.
I now have 8 stories under my rule. That sounds evil, doesn't it?
Argghh! It's Wednesday now! And I haven't even finished the A/N... I hate gettting disrupted. Stupid siblings.
Disclaimer: Look, I own Tris's book. That's it, and the rest of the series, and the Circle opens. My sister owns the Tortall series. I do not own these characters.
(Chapter 3: Magic?)
Tris, for the first time in many days, stepped outside to not drizzle, but sunshine. She didn't look at the sun, but admired it reflections on the water puddles and shining grass. The streams of air twirled around the redhead in their own dance.
Her curls threatened to yank out of their captors with the rough and playful breezes that swam around Tris. She tied her hair back again, but to no avail. She supposed she would have to live with it.
A rather strong wind smashed home into Tris's tresses, sending the braids flying.
"Can't you be tame for once!" snarled Tris at the plaited hair swinging around her head. Angrily, she attempted to get her temper under control. It was a thing that she could never learn to keep; it was one of the main reasons she guessed that all the strange things her happening to her.
"I don't see why you continue like this," she grumbled to herself. "Yell at yourself, at the world, at everybody, Tris, and what-"
She was abruptly cut off by her cousin yelling from the cottage door. "You come in here, Trisana, get the buckets, and get the water!"
She groaned mentally and did as she was told.
(Later that day, after getting the water....)
Lugging the heavy wooden buckets full of sloshing water, she trudged home. Water slopped down onto her dress, drenching her legs in cool water. She looked towards the house of her cousin. Uraelle never really hurt her, but yelled, and treated her as if a slave. It wasn't her fault strange things happened, like lightning when angry, or rain why crying. It... just happened.
"Trisana! Hurry up, a storm's coming!" bellowed Cousin Uraelle. She shook a finger at the redhead. "I can walk faster with three buckets of water, and see if I don't!"
Tris hated this verbal abuse; it made her feel unwanted and useless. Gritting her teeth, she vowed she would show her cousin and her family she was not useless.
(Later that day....)
Thunder crashed and lightning sparked above Uraelle's small cottage. Threads of lightning snaked across the clouds, and heat lightning flickered across the sky.
"Trisana Chandler!" snarled Cousin Uraelle. "What did I say? These potatoes you bought two days ago are already sprouting! I said fresh, not old, fresh vegetables!"
Tris was curled up in her little corner. She cringed, guilt washing up in her.
"And these tomatoes! Look at the bruises! These tomatoes-"
CRASH!
A huge rumble of thunder roared, and a flash of a thick, many-veined lightning slammed onto a tree outside the window near where Tris was sitting.
"Ahhhhh!" screamed Uraelle. She ran into the next room, shrieking her head off.
Tris stared out the window, drinking in the sight of the huge-pronged bolt of lightning. Her hair fizzed up and lifted, the static to much. The sound didn't seem to effect the fire haired girl- she was in too much of a trance to care. Did she do that, she thought to herself. To control lightning would be a dream. But it would never come true, Tris thought sadly.
(After the storm, later that night...)
Tris slept in her woolen-blanketed cot (A/N Yes, I decided to change it. It did seem slave-like to give her a wad of blankets on the floor. A cot sounds better, don't you think, Lady Wolf-Speaker?) on the floor, across the room from her cousin.
Tris looked up at the ceiling, her gray eyes dark in the night. She shivered and pulled the blanket closer; it was cold in the room. She heard
Uraelle snoring; she was fast asleep, unlikely to be awaken by the soft padding of footsteps.
Tris stood up, her blanket slipping off her. Creeping slowly towards the door, she paused near Uraelle's bed. Checking just to make sure, she peered close into her cousin's face.
It was serene and placid, not likely to be awaken at all. With that, Tris stole out of the room, leaving the door open behind her.
(Outside...)
Tris stood outside in her rough nightgown, curls spilling down her shoulders and neck. She turned her head towards the peeking dawn. A small glimmer of light showed near the edge of the east horizon, promising a new day.
Tris gazed up at the sky, and saw stars, and a waxing moon. The grass was damp under her feet, and the wetness clung to her. But Tris didn't mind. She walked around the house until she came to the area the bolt of lightning struck.
There was a charred, long stick there, proving that there once was a tree there, but no more. Tris bent down, her gown sweeping the sodden grass, and touched the burnt stick.
Something bubbled up inside her, and it shot through her fingertips into the tree. She shrieked and fell back into the soggy grass.
There used to be some kind of plant there- but not when Tris touched it. It was a pile of charred crumbs of tree. Tris stood up, wet dress sticking to her legs. She ran back inside. What was she, a mage?
No, she argued with herself. It was the leftover electricity, that was it, I touched it and it went through me...
And the little handful of burned stick back there? More scorched then before? I call that magic! snarled her inner self.
No! No no no no! thought Tris. That is nothing. I touched it and it collapsed. It was nothing!
But something told Tris otherwise, nagging her for the rest of the night.
(End Chapter 3, Magic?)
A/N I hope that the little (things) worked. They better have!
I know my last chapter stank. Sorry. Again.
You know, I was interrupted THREE CURSED TIMES during this chapter. First it was to fix my sister some popcorn, then to turn up the TV, then it was just to annoy me... GRRR! Ignore my rantings. Just read the fic if you have too.
I hope you like this chapter better, and here's and ad: read my other Tamora Pierce fanfiction, A Thief's Life!