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U haven't read her work your really missing out! (Seriously). Tigress has
an awesome fic that everyone MUST read or they will be condemned to hell.
This author needs reviews!!
Muslima: Guess a' what?! (Swedish accent)
Zakyu: What?
Muslima: We're on our 15th chapter!!!
Zakyu: (dully) Thank you for enlightening us. -_-
Muslima: Grr. . . Zakyu. . . !
Zakyu: Mercy!: Disclaimer: Tamora pierce owns her characters and Muslima owns the characters she invented. I hate disclaimers.
Muslima: Good, yard. (Indian accent)
~Mind link thingy~
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Chapter 15
(The Hall of Nightmares)
Sandry opened her eyes with a start and panicked. Her breath came out harder. It was dark everywhere, pitch black dark. She felt cold, she was sure her breath was coming out in clouds. I have to be calm, Sandry told herself as she felt for the sphere necklace at her throat that the three had given her.
It wasn't there; someone must have taken it. She ordered herself to remain calm once more.
Coldness was set into her bones. Sandry shuddered at the thought as she rubbed her skin raw. 'Sleep, sleep,' chanted in her brain. An ink-like substance touched her fingernails-as if searching for an opening. A flash of recognition overcame her. 'Unmagic,' she thought as she muffled a scream down her throat that resulted in a chocking noise.
Sandry's first instinct was to call on her magic but it didn't work and for once she was thankful. She didn't have any and if she had called forth her magic the unmagic would be swarming all over her. That's why when she woke up unmagic wasn't on her at all. She felt stupid and forced her breathing to be calmer so she wouldn't try a hasty stunt like that again.
'1. . . 2. . . 3. . . 4' she thought as she breathed in and out. However, that same unmagic try to crawl on her dress as she flinched away. Why was this unmagic plaguing her?! She thought upset.
And then her mind flashed: when she and the others had entered the room, Tris and Daja had been carrying a light. She had stored some of her magic in a thread in her dress "just in case" her light would be needed. (Ch.13 I believe)
This is why that stupid unmagic kept brothering her, had it sensed the magic but it was too small for her to see it's tiny shine in her panic.
With haste she searched for that thread with her eyes, ready to catch the smallest glint. She found it and touch it and instantly odd warmth surged up her body. Her alerted ears caught noise. Other unmagic.
The unmagic were crawling toward her. They must be massive globs of unmagic to going that slow, she observed with her senses. Then, as an afterthought she realized the full meaning.
Sandry's breath was coming in short rasps now. She had to do something. She had to survive, she told herself as she panicked. But could she do? Her brain sped. Nothing.
Nothing.
'Light!' she told herself. Then she could see how she could get out--if she could get out. Light magic wasn't apart of thread so Lark didn't teach her the trick and as a result Sandry didn't know it well but at this moment she didn't know it at all.
It was artic yet Sandry was sweating bullets that dropped to the floor. She went numb, even her brain. And in her mind there was the most intense darkness she ever hoped to see. 'Unmagic. . .' thought apart of her brain that seemed so far away.
The black hole suddenly exploded into hot and powerful light-like a supernova. Sandry's mind went "blink" for a moment in white and then slowly she could see clearly. She started to open her real eyes and the same light was there, between her hands, shining within that tiny thread.
She had did it!
"Unmagic," she reminded herself in a short breath. Her voice echoed she was in a big room. The only thing she could see were dark, cotton mists floating in a meaningless way. Her light shined brightly yet there was not a drop of unmagic she could see. Where had they gone?
Sandry saw a movement within the darkness and held up her thread, which she taken off from her dress. Nothing-There! a part of a glob of unmagic touched the light. It seemed to be growing smaller till it retreated from the light, weakly.
Sandry noted this all with rapture. Unmagic wasn't weakened by light! Than way was this kind? A flashback overcame her for a second: ::"You leave the Plant Mage and Trader magic to the shadow unmagic in The Hall. Take the noble's magic to break the disc, though. We wouldn't want her to flash a light at the shadow unmagic-she has a resistance against them," The Reaper ordered within a cautiousness hiss.::
Sandry had been vaguely aware that The Reaper had said "shadow unmagic" before and now it all made sense!
But where were her friends? ~Briar! Daja!?~ she called but no one answered. She decided she should try again however, this time really connect. ~Where are you two?~ She shuddered as a wave of draftiness overwhelmed her for a moment. Why were they so cold--?
They were probably being consumed with unmagic!
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(Briar)
Rosethorn was looking the sunlight. "Go," she ordered kindly. "Your free for the rest of the day."
Briar went. The sun was shining abnormally bright in the damp gray sky. The evergreen looked moist but when Briar touched it, it was as dry as sand paper. The place looked more like a sparse forest then Winding Circle but there was the cottage so it had to be Discipline.
He went to the well. Briar felt aimless as if in a dream. Beside it was a beautiful rose bush. Suddenly it changed itself into a silhouette and then into Tris.
She whirled around in her dress, clearly unaware of him. After a moment she looked up, no longer a child but now a young woman with disarrayed curls that fell on her innocently bare shoulder.
Unlike the real Tris, she smiled and without her eyeglasses looked up at him with seductive eyes. Teasing him, she stepped back as he stepped forward but he was faster. Gently, he pulled her against him as she let him led her.
Although, a poetic scene the conscious part of Briar's mind warned him with an inborn sense of forlorn. He tried to gain control of himself but he couldn't stop.
Tris went closer and closer until they were at the last moment to kiss.
It stopped. Brair found himself blinking in reality. "Wake up!" he heard a distressed voice exclaim. A jaw braking slap landed smartly on his cheek.
"I'm awake!" he yelled.
"Your alive!" Daja cried happily as she hugged a hug that knocked the breath out of him.
"We thought the shadow unmagic had devoured you!" said Sandry, almost to tears. Briar blinked, spots clouded his vision; he would need to get use to that light.
"Of course I'm alive," he said arrogantly, half expecting Coppercurls and her list of retorts. When it didn't come and he didn't see her he asked, genuinely worried: "Where's Coppercurls?"
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R2R
Silverwitch~ Sliver you're thee BOMB! How could I do without you? ^___^Tigress FN~ I am honored know others recommend me. I'm happy you can abide the fluff!-LOLz. I was never I good speller-actually I'm horrible. How did you like the chapter? Deirdre of the Grey Kingdom~ LOLz, funny stuff about the blond thingy.
You're a great supporter who's probably going to be a great author (I see talent!) so of course! You deserve the acknowledgements. ~_^
LOLz, you don't *need* to write "how great I am". I'll write how great you are! Your awesome, witty and have great ideas-I condemn you to tell me if you EVER write anything!
In all my hope for a world free of unbalanced realism, disturbed thoughts and unmagic.
All my genuineness, worship, desire and esteem
Of all the trust and just
~Muslima--LOLz
Sors~ Encouraged by your feedback, totally. Glad you were so happy about "I updated" thing, lol. ^.^ I love you for reviewing my fics!!! You're a real pal. Your even review that stupid, horrid, first fic of mine! (Hey, I made a tongue twister)! Crosseyedbutterfly~Yes! You like my retarded fluff. I don't think I could write a story where the two threw themselves at each other, I mean I can't even do that. Remember your first passionate crush? That's somewhat what I tried to bring out. As for the unmagic: How did you think about this chapter? Soraoathkeeper~ Talk about fluff demand-LOLz. Sorry, no Tris in this chappie (but I guess a lil') I promise to check out your fics as soon as I can and look forward to it. Nice name. Dragonlady~ I've been trying to make it a plot twist (I love those!) I am pleased that I succeed! Elscy~ WOW. 0.0 I don't know what to say. . . that's high praise. THANX! I'm totally flattered. Jishoshojo~ I still left you hanging, LOLz. Bigili is a Trader word, look at the bottom of chapter 13 next to the "*" ^__^
Zeba's birthday was July 2nd: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! All the best wishes and may ALLAH grant you happiness and keep all hurtful and hateful things from you-You Old Person! J/k
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Question: If Muslima were to write an original Tortall story would you read it?
Zakyu: No.
Muslima: Zakyu!
Muslima: Guess a' what?! (Swedish accent)
Zakyu: What?
Muslima: We're on our 15th chapter!!!
Zakyu: (dully) Thank you for enlightening us. -_-
Muslima: Grr. . . Zakyu. . . !
Zakyu: Mercy!: Disclaimer: Tamora pierce owns her characters and Muslima owns the characters she invented. I hate disclaimers.
Muslima: Good, yard. (Indian accent)
~Mind link thingy~
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Chapter 15
(The Hall of Nightmares)
Sandry opened her eyes with a start and panicked. Her breath came out harder. It was dark everywhere, pitch black dark. She felt cold, she was sure her breath was coming out in clouds. I have to be calm, Sandry told herself as she felt for the sphere necklace at her throat that the three had given her.
It wasn't there; someone must have taken it. She ordered herself to remain calm once more.
Coldness was set into her bones. Sandry shuddered at the thought as she rubbed her skin raw. 'Sleep, sleep,' chanted in her brain. An ink-like substance touched her fingernails-as if searching for an opening. A flash of recognition overcame her. 'Unmagic,' she thought as she muffled a scream down her throat that resulted in a chocking noise.
Sandry's first instinct was to call on her magic but it didn't work and for once she was thankful. She didn't have any and if she had called forth her magic the unmagic would be swarming all over her. That's why when she woke up unmagic wasn't on her at all. She felt stupid and forced her breathing to be calmer so she wouldn't try a hasty stunt like that again.
'1. . . 2. . . 3. . . 4' she thought as she breathed in and out. However, that same unmagic try to crawl on her dress as she flinched away. Why was this unmagic plaguing her?! She thought upset.
And then her mind flashed: when she and the others had entered the room, Tris and Daja had been carrying a light. She had stored some of her magic in a thread in her dress "just in case" her light would be needed. (Ch.13 I believe)
This is why that stupid unmagic kept brothering her, had it sensed the magic but it was too small for her to see it's tiny shine in her panic.
With haste she searched for that thread with her eyes, ready to catch the smallest glint. She found it and touch it and instantly odd warmth surged up her body. Her alerted ears caught noise. Other unmagic.
The unmagic were crawling toward her. They must be massive globs of unmagic to going that slow, she observed with her senses. Then, as an afterthought she realized the full meaning.
Sandry's breath was coming in short rasps now. She had to do something. She had to survive, she told herself as she panicked. But could she do? Her brain sped. Nothing.
Nothing.
'Light!' she told herself. Then she could see how she could get out--if she could get out. Light magic wasn't apart of thread so Lark didn't teach her the trick and as a result Sandry didn't know it well but at this moment she didn't know it at all.
It was artic yet Sandry was sweating bullets that dropped to the floor. She went numb, even her brain. And in her mind there was the most intense darkness she ever hoped to see. 'Unmagic. . .' thought apart of her brain that seemed so far away.
The black hole suddenly exploded into hot and powerful light-like a supernova. Sandry's mind went "blink" for a moment in white and then slowly she could see clearly. She started to open her real eyes and the same light was there, between her hands, shining within that tiny thread.
She had did it!
"Unmagic," she reminded herself in a short breath. Her voice echoed she was in a big room. The only thing she could see were dark, cotton mists floating in a meaningless way. Her light shined brightly yet there was not a drop of unmagic she could see. Where had they gone?
Sandry saw a movement within the darkness and held up her thread, which she taken off from her dress. Nothing-There! a part of a glob of unmagic touched the light. It seemed to be growing smaller till it retreated from the light, weakly.
Sandry noted this all with rapture. Unmagic wasn't weakened by light! Than way was this kind? A flashback overcame her for a second: ::"You leave the Plant Mage and Trader magic to the shadow unmagic in The Hall. Take the noble's magic to break the disc, though. We wouldn't want her to flash a light at the shadow unmagic-she has a resistance against them," The Reaper ordered within a cautiousness hiss.::
Sandry had been vaguely aware that The Reaper had said "shadow unmagic" before and now it all made sense!
But where were her friends? ~Briar! Daja!?~ she called but no one answered. She decided she should try again however, this time really connect. ~Where are you two?~ She shuddered as a wave of draftiness overwhelmed her for a moment. Why were they so cold--?
They were probably being consumed with unmagic!
************************************************************************
(Briar)
Rosethorn was looking the sunlight. "Go," she ordered kindly. "Your free for the rest of the day."
Briar went. The sun was shining abnormally bright in the damp gray sky. The evergreen looked moist but when Briar touched it, it was as dry as sand paper. The place looked more like a sparse forest then Winding Circle but there was the cottage so it had to be Discipline.
He went to the well. Briar felt aimless as if in a dream. Beside it was a beautiful rose bush. Suddenly it changed itself into a silhouette and then into Tris.
She whirled around in her dress, clearly unaware of him. After a moment she looked up, no longer a child but now a young woman with disarrayed curls that fell on her innocently bare shoulder.
Unlike the real Tris, she smiled and without her eyeglasses looked up at him with seductive eyes. Teasing him, she stepped back as he stepped forward but he was faster. Gently, he pulled her against him as she let him led her.
Although, a poetic scene the conscious part of Briar's mind warned him with an inborn sense of forlorn. He tried to gain control of himself but he couldn't stop.
Tris went closer and closer until they were at the last moment to kiss.
It stopped. Brair found himself blinking in reality. "Wake up!" he heard a distressed voice exclaim. A jaw braking slap landed smartly on his cheek.
"I'm awake!" he yelled.
"Your alive!" Daja cried happily as she hugged a hug that knocked the breath out of him.
"We thought the shadow unmagic had devoured you!" said Sandry, almost to tears. Briar blinked, spots clouded his vision; he would need to get use to that light.
"Of course I'm alive," he said arrogantly, half expecting Coppercurls and her list of retorts. When it didn't come and he didn't see her he asked, genuinely worried: "Where's Coppercurls?"
________________________________________________________________________
R2R
Silverwitch~ Sliver you're thee BOMB! How could I do without you? ^___^Tigress FN~ I am honored know others recommend me. I'm happy you can abide the fluff!-LOLz. I was never I good speller-actually I'm horrible. How did you like the chapter? Deirdre of the Grey Kingdom~ LOLz, funny stuff about the blond thingy.
You're a great supporter who's probably going to be a great author (I see talent!) so of course! You deserve the acknowledgements. ~_^
LOLz, you don't *need* to write "how great I am". I'll write how great you are! Your awesome, witty and have great ideas-I condemn you to tell me if you EVER write anything!
In all my hope for a world free of unbalanced realism, disturbed thoughts and unmagic.
All my genuineness, worship, desire and esteem
Of all the trust and just
~Muslima--LOLz
Sors~ Encouraged by your feedback, totally. Glad you were so happy about "I updated" thing, lol. ^.^ I love you for reviewing my fics!!! You're a real pal. Your even review that stupid, horrid, first fic of mine! (Hey, I made a tongue twister)! Crosseyedbutterfly~Yes! You like my retarded fluff. I don't think I could write a story where the two threw themselves at each other, I mean I can't even do that. Remember your first passionate crush? That's somewhat what I tried to bring out. As for the unmagic: How did you think about this chapter? Soraoathkeeper~ Talk about fluff demand-LOLz. Sorry, no Tris in this chappie (but I guess a lil') I promise to check out your fics as soon as I can and look forward to it. Nice name. Dragonlady~ I've been trying to make it a plot twist (I love those!) I am pleased that I succeed! Elscy~ WOW. 0.0 I don't know what to say. . . that's high praise. THANX! I'm totally flattered. Jishoshojo~ I still left you hanging, LOLz. Bigili is a Trader word, look at the bottom of chapter 13 next to the "*" ^__^
Zeba's birthday was July 2nd: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! All the best wishes and may ALLAH grant you happiness and keep all hurtful and hateful things from you-You Old Person! J/k
~~~
Question: If Muslima were to write an original Tortall story would you read it?
Zakyu: No.
Muslima: Zakyu!