Muslima: I wonder if anyone reads this.
Zakyu: Of course they do, I am here.
Muslima: ~_~; Your so modest.
Zakyu: And who could resisted my charms-
Muslima: Uh, Zakyu... they can't see you.
Zakyu: WHAT!?!
Muslima: Zakyu hate to brake it to you but no one wants to see a wannabe albino.
Zakyu: I'm not an albino!
Muslima: OK whatever, Inu-Yasha just do the disclaimer!
Zakyu: (muttering) I am not Inu-Yasha...I am a Wingly. (Big Voice) Tamora Pierce owns the basically all the characters. No Peso (money) is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. {Same with the race: Wingly, Sony. Inu-Yasha [ I think I spelled it right] does not belong to me either.}
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Chapter 5
Tris with little struggle, slid off the rocks. "Come now, Little Bear." Her voice ringed against the rocks. She called but the dog paid no regard to her. Little Bear kept barking at the sea, or so it seem to Tris. "Little Bear!" She cried out impatiently, she was in no mood to face Rosethorn's wrath. However Little Bear kept barking furiously trying to make a point. Tris frowned, her face anxious in wonderment and puzzlement. Animals were not stupid. There was something Little Bear wanted her to see, that was clear.
"What boy?" Tris asked in a tone which was soft and affectionate mixed with concern, a side she rarely showed to humans. Little Bear kept barking in the same direction ignoring- or insisting that she paid heed to this. She looked at the sea, searching the rolling waves. She than turned back to the dog. "What-," she cut herself off, at the edge of her vision she saw a sparkle, the sparkle of magic from the opposite direction she was looking at before.
She quickly spun her head where she saw the sparkle. She probed the waves as she disregard the cold foam that crawled up her heels as a wave came in. There she saw it! It looked like a lump. Tris steadied her gaze to pear at the heap flowing in the sea long enough to see that it had a steady yet rapid ceasing glow of magic. She had seen that kind of magic glow...! Could it be possible?
Tris breathe in sharply; panic punctured her gut. Franticly she looked around, her heart ramming like a hammer in her chest. No one was in sight. Little Bear stopped barking aware that she had gotten the message. "Boy go, go into the water," she tried to urge the dog to go into the water but like that accursed cat that bother her in Stone Temple, he hated water. The waves driven by her emotion became unrestrained and lawless. Her stomach churned. Daja! Briar!
What?! How- Where- They stammered, confused.
At the bench come quick! she said in a firm, sharp tongue that silenced them. Tris turned back to the glow, it was moving farther out into the sea and its glow was disappearing. She gulped, feeling a hard lump in her throat, as if she was swallowing down a rock. She knew if she used her magic now when clearly the waves didn't want to be tamed, that it would take too long. Tris dived into the sea.
Cold, raw salt water sting her eyes however, she pushed herself focusing on the glow. Tris swam fast the current helping- or liking her. Faster than Tris ever anticipated, she reached the glow. As she believed it belonged to a human being. What the bloody hell was a person doing in the sea about to die?
Scared, Tris took a feeble arm and put it around her shoulders. The person was heavy. Water dripped off Tris's nose and on to the other's face. She glance at the face, it was too pretty to be a male. Again, the current was willing to help. Tris with the girl got to the shore. Was this woman an amazon, she asked herself. She was so heavy and tall. The girl was half- conscious now. Tris's bones felt all jittery from being in water and holding the girl up. Tris's head throbbed. Her clothes felt weighty. The girl lifted her eyes glazed, unfocused and red from the salty sea.
She parted her pink lips, "Thank you, nymph." Tris gaped, this person was no female! And then the first time in her life, she saw a male faint.
~~~
Briar and Daja just came in time, before they could ask any questions Tris ushered them on their taking the young man to Discipline, as she would weary fallow. Daja went ahead to tell Rosethorn. As Briar pick the boy up something fell from his clothes. Tris inspected it.
A disc.
At Discipline Rosethorn humped Briar with her staff and told him to get herbs from her gardens. She asked some questions as Lark took care of the young man. He was put in Sandry's room. He didn't have a habit on so they assumed that he was mage or a mage's assistance but why he was in the sea when he was dying baffled them, they would just have to wait tell he woke up. Rosethorn report to Moonstream but she told her that for the time being the infirmaries were filled with injured or homeless people (from Florence) however she would send a notice about the boy. Although the children were exhausted, somewhere between Rosethorn's threats and sharp tongue they made to the baths, while Lark would be home watching over Sandry and the young man.
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Tris muttered under her breath. Plainly, she wasn't going to go to sleep. She tried vainly to go to sleep but it just wouldn't come. The air felt so still and heavy and like the wind earlier that day she felt restless. Her window was open however no pleasant breeze came through.
Tris some how unscrambled herself from the sheets. She sat up, then stood up, and then started walking around. She was careful not to make noise; the others wouldn't appreciate her waking them up, one of the downsides of living in an attic. Troubled Sandry was at the edge of her thoughts, eating up any chance of sleep. And how about that boy...
Can't go to sleep, uh? Tris smiled, it is Daja.Same for me. I'll meet you on the roof. Tris silently agreed.
Tris easily climbed up the roof. She almost missed Daja in the darkness. Daja's full lips were in a slight frown, starring into the overcasted sky. Her eyes had a far away moment in them as if she was thinking very hard yet in that same blissful moment non-of the worldly concerns bothered her. Tris tightened her grip on her shall and sat down, trying not disturbed Daja.
"You're worried about Sandry, right? We are all worried Tris," Tris nodded trying to find the strength Daja seemed to be born with. Daja continued:
"There something you're not telling us, Tris." Daja's voice rippled through Tris's spine. Like a rock dropped into stagnant water. She spoke while starring into nothing but her eyes reflecting everything.
"It was when I was listening to the wind..." the redhead turned to see Daja. Daja eyes weren't focused on her yet she could see acknowledgement in those dark eyes as if those eyes were really focus on her. She continued telling her of what she heard. Daja stayed silent, mentally nodding.
As Tris spoke she fondled with an object that was within a pocket. Daja blinked her eyes, she thought she saw more than the movement of Tris fingering with something. "What do you have there?" she asked in a gruff and croaky voice that startled Tris.
"What?" the moonlight played with Tris's features making her hair once a 'rat nest', now a halo.
"That thing you keep palpating with," explained the dark girl as she turned to Tris.
"Oh just something that fell out of that boy's clothes," said Tris truthfully flashing her grin and a golden disc before Daja. She held it out for Daja to observe. Daja took it. As she touched it she drew her hand back as if she was burned, again a flicker of distress crossed Daja's face. "Are you OK, Daja? You have been sorta jumpy."
"L-look at the disc."
Tris looked at it ready to say there was nothing for she had looked at it many times but something- perhaps a reaction to Daja's magic- had started glowing on it. She gasped, on it was a carving, it looked like the object in that man's stall she had seen earlier. "It looks-," she slammer unable to think of words.
"So you have seen the vision too?" Daja said ironically.
"Y-yes, an object that resembles it really- in an old man's stall. But when I looked at it I had Déjà vu. Would that be a vision?" Tris spoke fast, she had an uneasy, prickly feeling, the one she had when bad things were about to happen. She rubbed her arms not from the coldness but trying to drive the sensation away.
"Yes, I had a vision while mediating today." Her voice was hallow and slow. Tris knew her well enough too know that was fear. She looked up wearing a mask but something was at the back of her eyes, "Who is this man?"
Tris tried to meet her gaze but faltered and looked away, "I do not know his name though he said he knew something of the object. The old man said it's name was 'Eclipse' he also said it had a 'story'.
"Tomorrow we will find an excuse and you will show me this man," said Daja once again starring into the sky.
"Not without me," Tris and Daja gasped and turned around to see Sandry smiling.
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RESPONDS TO REVIEWS
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry I was sick so I took a little bit [or did I?] more time to write this chapter. (I will try to update this story [God willing] about once every week.) Also, please comment about the characters [if Daja needs to be tougher, etc.] I am really trying to get into their characters.
Zakyu: Do I really have to this?
Muslima: {she is sick in bed} Yes! (coughs)
Zakyu: Grr... fine. Here goes! Thumpet~ I love Tris too! I also use to think I had weather magic (*blush*) because every time I would want it rain it would. Thanks for the wonderful comment on my writing, I am striving to make it better each day. morgaine~ I love you! [Coughs to get herself under control] Well, I read your story (and as you probably noticed) I think its wonderful! I am (*very*) glad you enjoy this. I will probably put a flash back or something of the sort so you know what happen during that time later in the story. Clearbrook~ Yah Allah! I loved your second chapter! Thanx for continuing reviewing! Forestsilver~ I am glad the story is getting better. I hope this chapter is as good as the last one. (You guys seemed to really like that one.) Just saying, everything has or will have a purpose. (Hint, Hint) [Yeah I'm changing the story line very 5 minutes.] I hope I didn't tell too much*.* Jishoshojo~ Its alright. ^_^ I am just so happy you reviewed and you still enjoy it! You've made my day. As for the spell checker I am writing on am old computer (one my mom never uses) so half the time I have to go to the dictionary. (*blushes*) Storm Mage~ (::Grin::) What eclipse? Well, there is going to be an eclipse and in this world (where there's magic) and eclipses are bad things. I think I mentioned that part of it in the last chapter. Just clarifying, however (*bows*) thank you for coming up and asking, as well as for the gracious review!!^_____^
I did it, happy?
Muslima: Yeah. (smiles)
Zakyu: Great, now it will take me forever to smash your ego into little bits!!! And to think I helped you in succeeding!! (starts crying)
Zakyu: Of course they do, I am here.
Muslima: ~_~; Your so modest.
Zakyu: And who could resisted my charms-
Muslima: Uh, Zakyu... they can't see you.
Zakyu: WHAT!?!
Muslima: Zakyu hate to brake it to you but no one wants to see a wannabe albino.
Zakyu: I'm not an albino!
Muslima: OK whatever, Inu-Yasha just do the disclaimer!
Zakyu: (muttering) I am not Inu-Yasha...I am a Wingly. (Big Voice) Tamora Pierce owns the basically all the characters. No Peso (money) is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. {Same with the race: Wingly, Sony. Inu-Yasha [ I think I spelled it right] does not belong to me either.}
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Chapter 5
Tris with little struggle, slid off the rocks. "Come now, Little Bear." Her voice ringed against the rocks. She called but the dog paid no regard to her. Little Bear kept barking at the sea, or so it seem to Tris. "Little Bear!" She cried out impatiently, she was in no mood to face Rosethorn's wrath. However Little Bear kept barking furiously trying to make a point. Tris frowned, her face anxious in wonderment and puzzlement. Animals were not stupid. There was something Little Bear wanted her to see, that was clear.
"What boy?" Tris asked in a tone which was soft and affectionate mixed with concern, a side she rarely showed to humans. Little Bear kept barking in the same direction ignoring- or insisting that she paid heed to this. She looked at the sea, searching the rolling waves. She than turned back to the dog. "What-," she cut herself off, at the edge of her vision she saw a sparkle, the sparkle of magic from the opposite direction she was looking at before.
She quickly spun her head where she saw the sparkle. She probed the waves as she disregard the cold foam that crawled up her heels as a wave came in. There she saw it! It looked like a lump. Tris steadied her gaze to pear at the heap flowing in the sea long enough to see that it had a steady yet rapid ceasing glow of magic. She had seen that kind of magic glow...! Could it be possible?
Tris breathe in sharply; panic punctured her gut. Franticly she looked around, her heart ramming like a hammer in her chest. No one was in sight. Little Bear stopped barking aware that she had gotten the message. "Boy go, go into the water," she tried to urge the dog to go into the water but like that accursed cat that bother her in Stone Temple, he hated water. The waves driven by her emotion became unrestrained and lawless. Her stomach churned. Daja! Briar!
What?! How- Where- They stammered, confused.
At the bench come quick! she said in a firm, sharp tongue that silenced them. Tris turned back to the glow, it was moving farther out into the sea and its glow was disappearing. She gulped, feeling a hard lump in her throat, as if she was swallowing down a rock. She knew if she used her magic now when clearly the waves didn't want to be tamed, that it would take too long. Tris dived into the sea.
Cold, raw salt water sting her eyes however, she pushed herself focusing on the glow. Tris swam fast the current helping- or liking her. Faster than Tris ever anticipated, she reached the glow. As she believed it belonged to a human being. What the bloody hell was a person doing in the sea about to die?
Scared, Tris took a feeble arm and put it around her shoulders. The person was heavy. Water dripped off Tris's nose and on to the other's face. She glance at the face, it was too pretty to be a male. Again, the current was willing to help. Tris with the girl got to the shore. Was this woman an amazon, she asked herself. She was so heavy and tall. The girl was half- conscious now. Tris's bones felt all jittery from being in water and holding the girl up. Tris's head throbbed. Her clothes felt weighty. The girl lifted her eyes glazed, unfocused and red from the salty sea.
She parted her pink lips, "Thank you, nymph." Tris gaped, this person was no female! And then the first time in her life, she saw a male faint.
~~~
Briar and Daja just came in time, before they could ask any questions Tris ushered them on their taking the young man to Discipline, as she would weary fallow. Daja went ahead to tell Rosethorn. As Briar pick the boy up something fell from his clothes. Tris inspected it.
A disc.
At Discipline Rosethorn humped Briar with her staff and told him to get herbs from her gardens. She asked some questions as Lark took care of the young man. He was put in Sandry's room. He didn't have a habit on so they assumed that he was mage or a mage's assistance but why he was in the sea when he was dying baffled them, they would just have to wait tell he woke up. Rosethorn report to Moonstream but she told her that for the time being the infirmaries were filled with injured or homeless people (from Florence) however she would send a notice about the boy. Although the children were exhausted, somewhere between Rosethorn's threats and sharp tongue they made to the baths, while Lark would be home watching over Sandry and the young man.
**************************************************************************** ****** Night
Tris muttered under her breath. Plainly, she wasn't going to go to sleep. She tried vainly to go to sleep but it just wouldn't come. The air felt so still and heavy and like the wind earlier that day she felt restless. Her window was open however no pleasant breeze came through.
Tris some how unscrambled herself from the sheets. She sat up, then stood up, and then started walking around. She was careful not to make noise; the others wouldn't appreciate her waking them up, one of the downsides of living in an attic. Troubled Sandry was at the edge of her thoughts, eating up any chance of sleep. And how about that boy...
Can't go to sleep, uh? Tris smiled, it is Daja.Same for me. I'll meet you on the roof. Tris silently agreed.
Tris easily climbed up the roof. She almost missed Daja in the darkness. Daja's full lips were in a slight frown, starring into the overcasted sky. Her eyes had a far away moment in them as if she was thinking very hard yet in that same blissful moment non-of the worldly concerns bothered her. Tris tightened her grip on her shall and sat down, trying not disturbed Daja.
"You're worried about Sandry, right? We are all worried Tris," Tris nodded trying to find the strength Daja seemed to be born with. Daja continued:
"There something you're not telling us, Tris." Daja's voice rippled through Tris's spine. Like a rock dropped into stagnant water. She spoke while starring into nothing but her eyes reflecting everything.
"It was when I was listening to the wind..." the redhead turned to see Daja. Daja eyes weren't focused on her yet she could see acknowledgement in those dark eyes as if those eyes were really focus on her. She continued telling her of what she heard. Daja stayed silent, mentally nodding.
As Tris spoke she fondled with an object that was within a pocket. Daja blinked her eyes, she thought she saw more than the movement of Tris fingering with something. "What do you have there?" she asked in a gruff and croaky voice that startled Tris.
"What?" the moonlight played with Tris's features making her hair once a 'rat nest', now a halo.
"That thing you keep palpating with," explained the dark girl as she turned to Tris.
"Oh just something that fell out of that boy's clothes," said Tris truthfully flashing her grin and a golden disc before Daja. She held it out for Daja to observe. Daja took it. As she touched it she drew her hand back as if she was burned, again a flicker of distress crossed Daja's face. "Are you OK, Daja? You have been sorta jumpy."
"L-look at the disc."
Tris looked at it ready to say there was nothing for she had looked at it many times but something- perhaps a reaction to Daja's magic- had started glowing on it. She gasped, on it was a carving, it looked like the object in that man's stall she had seen earlier. "It looks-," she slammer unable to think of words.
"So you have seen the vision too?" Daja said ironically.
"Y-yes, an object that resembles it really- in an old man's stall. But when I looked at it I had Déjà vu. Would that be a vision?" Tris spoke fast, she had an uneasy, prickly feeling, the one she had when bad things were about to happen. She rubbed her arms not from the coldness but trying to drive the sensation away.
"Yes, I had a vision while mediating today." Her voice was hallow and slow. Tris knew her well enough too know that was fear. She looked up wearing a mask but something was at the back of her eyes, "Who is this man?"
Tris tried to meet her gaze but faltered and looked away, "I do not know his name though he said he knew something of the object. The old man said it's name was 'Eclipse' he also said it had a 'story'.
"Tomorrow we will find an excuse and you will show me this man," said Daja once again starring into the sky.
"Not without me," Tris and Daja gasped and turned around to see Sandry smiling.
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RESPONDS TO REVIEWS
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry I was sick so I took a little bit [or did I?] more time to write this chapter. (I will try to update this story [God willing] about once every week.) Also, please comment about the characters [if Daja needs to be tougher, etc.] I am really trying to get into their characters.
Zakyu: Do I really have to this?
Muslima: {she is sick in bed} Yes! (coughs)
Zakyu: Grr... fine. Here goes! Thumpet~ I love Tris too! I also use to think I had weather magic (*blush*) because every time I would want it rain it would. Thanks for the wonderful comment on my writing, I am striving to make it better each day. morgaine~ I love you! [Coughs to get herself under control] Well, I read your story (and as you probably noticed) I think its wonderful! I am (*very*) glad you enjoy this. I will probably put a flash back or something of the sort so you know what happen during that time later in the story. Clearbrook~ Yah Allah! I loved your second chapter! Thanx for continuing reviewing! Forestsilver~ I am glad the story is getting better. I hope this chapter is as good as the last one. (You guys seemed to really like that one.) Just saying, everything has or will have a purpose. (Hint, Hint) [Yeah I'm changing the story line very 5 minutes.] I hope I didn't tell too much*.* Jishoshojo~ Its alright. ^_^ I am just so happy you reviewed and you still enjoy it! You've made my day. As for the spell checker I am writing on am old computer (one my mom never uses) so half the time I have to go to the dictionary. (*blushes*) Storm Mage~ (::Grin::) What eclipse? Well, there is going to be an eclipse and in this world (where there's magic) and eclipses are bad things. I think I mentioned that part of it in the last chapter. Just clarifying, however (*bows*) thank you for coming up and asking, as well as for the gracious review!!^_____^
I did it, happy?
Muslima: Yeah. (smiles)
Zakyu: Great, now it will take me forever to smash your ego into little bits!!! And to think I helped you in succeeding!! (starts crying)