"I can scry for her, if you like, " he offered kindly. The girl
nodded and called Kitten to her.
"Undo Numair's ropes, will you? He needs to use his hands."
Kitten chirped and bit the ropes binding Numair¹s hands together in half.
"Thank you," he told the young dragon. He took out a mirror from his belt
and reached deep into his magic, calling on the image of his magical
daughter. A picture slowly formed inside the mirror. What he saw pleased
him. A hint of a smile lit his face, he didn't look up from the vision as
he quietly said to Daine, "I believe...Draya's got it covered."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Draya stared into her mirror, intent on keeping the vision inside. Daine and Numair, along with Kitten, were being held captive in a cave, her magic told her that much. But she was not like her father, with enough of the Gift to inform her where the cave was. And even if there were animals near, she did not have the wild magic that connected her to animals like her mother.
Draya was a Shapeshifter.
Her gift pool was brimming with as much magic as the Lioness or Numair, but it was used for a different purpose. She could change into any form she wished---if she had control of the power that consumed her. Compared to her shapeshifting magic, her Gift was weak and small. When she was a child, her magic had no boundaries. She had changed at her power's will, and could not stop it. Now she was 15 years old, and had almost complete control over the magic.
Shaking her head to bring herself from her bout of daydreams, the girl sighed. There was one more thing she could do to find her family.
She shrugged off her pack from her shoulder and began to undress. She stripped down to her undergarments, and hid them in the branches of a tree. She pushed her long, thick hair back and touched the small scar that ran across her cheekbone. The scar was from the last time she had chosen to shape-shift. In the form of a wolf, her favorite, she had gotten into a battle, and she would carry the pain of the scar from an enraged stormwing forever. Then she closed her eyes, breathed in deeply, and sank into the silver of her magic.
Draya changed slowly, for she was still getting used to the idea of changing on purpose. Her chocolate and silver hair became blonde and short, her body broadened and grew, and the scar hid itself in paler skin. The blue-black of her eyes lightened to periwinkle, the clothing of a male Scanran's guard appeared on her new frame.
Her transformation was complete. She was a guard, and felt as if she could do anything. She was off to save her parents.
CHAPTER 2 (wahoo I get to write some now!)
Draya entered the camp outskirts just as the sun was beginning to slip
into the horizon line. She smiled in relief, seeing that she had made
it. Strutting over to another guard, she tried to make her voice as low
and gruff as possible.
"Excuse me sir. I'm here to do the nightly rounds of the captives.
Should I begin?"
He pulled up his brimmed hat to examine her more closely. "Haven't seen
you around soldier. You new?" He pulled the hat back down covering his
face from the harsh winds that had begun to blow.
"Yes sir. I just arrived. I don't think...I don't think I'll be staying
long." Draya tried to keep herself from smiling; it would giver her true
identity away. 'Soon' she thought to herself 'Soon I'll be with my
parents once again.' The guard nodded his head in approval and turned
away, as if she weren't important enough to keep his attention. Draya
turned and walked towards the cave, nodding to the occasional passing
guard or soldier. When she reached the cave entrance, she nearly skipped
inside with excitement. Taking a deep breath to calm her jittering
nerves, she stepped purposefully inside, glancing around.
The cave was well lit, and the captives knew at once there was a guard
in their presence. The conversations were instantly stopped, cut off in
mid sentence. They looked expectantly at her, waiting for an explanation
of her arrival. She cleared her throat and said aloud to the group,
"Numair Salmalín and Veralidaine Sarrisri please step forward. You are needed in our current meeting." Draya did not like her explanation for their needance 'but' she decided 'it will have to do'
"They're here no longer miss. Didn't you hear? They was sented for by t' King o' Scanra himself! Departed bout noon."
Tears of defeat threaghtened to overflow as Draya quickly thanked the speaker and left.
More to come later....
nodded and called Kitten to her.
"Undo Numair's ropes, will you? He needs to use his hands."
Kitten chirped and bit the ropes binding Numair¹s hands together in half.
"Thank you," he told the young dragon. He took out a mirror from his belt
and reached deep into his magic, calling on the image of his magical
daughter. A picture slowly formed inside the mirror. What he saw pleased
him. A hint of a smile lit his face, he didn't look up from the vision as
he quietly said to Daine, "I believe...Draya's got it covered."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Draya stared into her mirror, intent on keeping the vision inside. Daine and Numair, along with Kitten, were being held captive in a cave, her magic told her that much. But she was not like her father, with enough of the Gift to inform her where the cave was. And even if there were animals near, she did not have the wild magic that connected her to animals like her mother.
Draya was a Shapeshifter.
Her gift pool was brimming with as much magic as the Lioness or Numair, but it was used for a different purpose. She could change into any form she wished---if she had control of the power that consumed her. Compared to her shapeshifting magic, her Gift was weak and small. When she was a child, her magic had no boundaries. She had changed at her power's will, and could not stop it. Now she was 15 years old, and had almost complete control over the magic.
Shaking her head to bring herself from her bout of daydreams, the girl sighed. There was one more thing she could do to find her family.
She shrugged off her pack from her shoulder and began to undress. She stripped down to her undergarments, and hid them in the branches of a tree. She pushed her long, thick hair back and touched the small scar that ran across her cheekbone. The scar was from the last time she had chosen to shape-shift. In the form of a wolf, her favorite, she had gotten into a battle, and she would carry the pain of the scar from an enraged stormwing forever. Then she closed her eyes, breathed in deeply, and sank into the silver of her magic.
Draya changed slowly, for she was still getting used to the idea of changing on purpose. Her chocolate and silver hair became blonde and short, her body broadened and grew, and the scar hid itself in paler skin. The blue-black of her eyes lightened to periwinkle, the clothing of a male Scanran's guard appeared on her new frame.
Her transformation was complete. She was a guard, and felt as if she could do anything. She was off to save her parents.
CHAPTER 2 (wahoo I get to write some now!)
Draya entered the camp outskirts just as the sun was beginning to slip
into the horizon line. She smiled in relief, seeing that she had made
it. Strutting over to another guard, she tried to make her voice as low
and gruff as possible.
"Excuse me sir. I'm here to do the nightly rounds of the captives.
Should I begin?"
He pulled up his brimmed hat to examine her more closely. "Haven't seen
you around soldier. You new?" He pulled the hat back down covering his
face from the harsh winds that had begun to blow.
"Yes sir. I just arrived. I don't think...I don't think I'll be staying
long." Draya tried to keep herself from smiling; it would giver her true
identity away. 'Soon' she thought to herself 'Soon I'll be with my
parents once again.' The guard nodded his head in approval and turned
away, as if she weren't important enough to keep his attention. Draya
turned and walked towards the cave, nodding to the occasional passing
guard or soldier. When she reached the cave entrance, she nearly skipped
inside with excitement. Taking a deep breath to calm her jittering
nerves, she stepped purposefully inside, glancing around.
The cave was well lit, and the captives knew at once there was a guard
in their presence. The conversations were instantly stopped, cut off in
mid sentence. They looked expectantly at her, waiting for an explanation
of her arrival. She cleared her throat and said aloud to the group,
"Numair Salmalín and Veralidaine Sarrisri please step forward. You are needed in our current meeting." Draya did not like her explanation for their needance 'but' she decided 'it will have to do'
"They're here no longer miss. Didn't you hear? They was sented for by t' King o' Scanra himself! Departed bout noon."
Tears of defeat threaghtened to overflow as Draya quickly thanked the speaker and left.
More to come later....