A/N: Sorry 'bout the delay. I've got about ten stories up, one finished,
one hopeless, seven to finish. TTT is gonna be on hold, with The Count's
Game every once in a while 'til I finish some more of my stories.
"May I see the book?" Numair asked. Alycia nodded and pulled the heavy gold book out.
"The Art of Spellsinging," he whispered. Everyone who studied ancient magic knew of it, the famed spellbook and manual for spellsingers.
"Where did you get this?"
"The New York City Public Library," she said.
"What?" Where was that?
"In a galaxy far, far away," she laughed.
"Really?"
"No, but it might be in another world." Alycia was serious this time.
"How?" The girl couldn't be more then seven, how could she jump between worlds?
"I read part of the book."
"Which part?" He started flipping through it eagerly, leaving Alycia to a growing feeling of panic.
"STOP!" She yelled. He stopped. She grabbed the book back, and he still didn't move.
"Um, Alycia, I think you froze him." Neal let out a snicker. Master Numair bested by a seven year old? Blackmail, anyone?
"Ya think?" she asked wryly.
"Can you unfreeze him?" the Duke said patiently.
"No idea."
"Do you have any idea how you froze him?"
"I said stop."
"Undo that."
"How?"
"Try saying go." Neal suggested. Alycia shot him a death glare.
"Try being serious," she shot back.
"I am."
"Go. See? It didn't work."
"Maybe you need to yell it?"
"But go isn't specific. She might..."
"Screw everything up?" They shot her an odd look. "Hey, you were thinking it, I just said it!"
"Pots!" she yelled. Nope, didn't work.
"What was that for?"
"Pots is stop backwards."
"Oh."
She thought furiously. Suddenly a movie clip shot through her head. Stop was a line from a song. Spellsinging, hmm, maybe it was sung spells? Cool! But how to use it to unfreeze?
"Go, move, go, move,- grr!" This was really annoying. She wondered what would happen if-
"OW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
'I think I broke his nose."
"Yeah, I think you did."
"WHY did you throw a book at my nose?"
"You got frozen."
"By what?"
"Me."
"May I see the book?" Numair asked. Alycia nodded and pulled the heavy gold book out.
"The Art of Spellsinging," he whispered. Everyone who studied ancient magic knew of it, the famed spellbook and manual for spellsingers.
"Where did you get this?"
"The New York City Public Library," she said.
"What?" Where was that?
"In a galaxy far, far away," she laughed.
"Really?"
"No, but it might be in another world." Alycia was serious this time.
"How?" The girl couldn't be more then seven, how could she jump between worlds?
"I read part of the book."
"Which part?" He started flipping through it eagerly, leaving Alycia to a growing feeling of panic.
"STOP!" She yelled. He stopped. She grabbed the book back, and he still didn't move.
"Um, Alycia, I think you froze him." Neal let out a snicker. Master Numair bested by a seven year old? Blackmail, anyone?
"Ya think?" she asked wryly.
"Can you unfreeze him?" the Duke said patiently.
"No idea."
"Do you have any idea how you froze him?"
"I said stop."
"Undo that."
"How?"
"Try saying go." Neal suggested. Alycia shot him a death glare.
"Try being serious," she shot back.
"I am."
"Go. See? It didn't work."
"Maybe you need to yell it?"
"But go isn't specific. She might..."
"Screw everything up?" They shot her an odd look. "Hey, you were thinking it, I just said it!"
"Pots!" she yelled. Nope, didn't work.
"What was that for?"
"Pots is stop backwards."
"Oh."
She thought furiously. Suddenly a movie clip shot through her head. Stop was a line from a song. Spellsinging, hmm, maybe it was sung spells? Cool! But how to use it to unfreeze?
"Go, move, go, move,- grr!" This was really annoying. She wondered what would happen if-
"OW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
'I think I broke his nose."
"Yeah, I think you did."
"WHY did you throw a book at my nose?"
"You got frozen."
"By what?"
"Me."