Hiya, itz me alex with ur next chappie. I would like to apologize for all of those typos. It was late and I was in a hurry. Hopefully this one won't have as many.

Disclaimer: don't own anythin it all belongs to tp (I am unworthy!) Today I must add something extra to the disclaimer. A friend of mine was talking to a friend of hers and her friend said this fic sounds a lot like Crazyhorsegirl88's Gallan Return. It's not like that. Hopefully you all will be surprised by the end. By the was Gallan Return was fabulous!! I especially liked the part with Alanna and Numair and the spider. I'm sorry but it makes me laugh.

And now to thank my reviewers. Lukily I didn't have to call down the curse of Mithros on many people. Thanx:

Padfoot's sidekick: Don't worry, I will! In fact it's already done. I just need to post chapters

Perselium: Glad you like it! Daine/Numair are the absolute best so please believe me when I say sorry about what I do in this chapter.

Alanna's modern day twin: That would be good except that people only let some one destroy their country a number of times before they've had enough.lol! Unfortunatly, Daine isn't gonna want to destroy anything.

Goddess of Muffins: btw, absolutely love the pen name!!! I'm also glad you liked it.

Bkwormalwys: You have to read to find out!! The whole "Ding of Tortall" was a typo but I think calling Jon a ding is pretty funny too!

Rachel: glad u think so. He's one of my favs too!

Kirjava Deamon: sorry about all of the typos and I appreciate you pointing them out. You see, it was pretty late when I typed it and I didn't edit very well.

Fish girl: Yeah, I love making Jon say stupid things!

Tortall's resident wildchild: which is worse, the curse of the Black God or the curse of Mithros?

Hather-marie: If I didn't let anything bad happen to him then I would have no fic. Sorry.

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Annaweb: will do!!

Narm's Briton 44: I don't mean to sound conceited or anything but I thought that part was funny too.

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Eunae: thanx for the review. Just had an awful thought. What if one of us is stuck with him by ourselves for our next elective?!! NOooooooo!!!!!

Roherwen: glad u think that!

Okay everyone enjoy the chapter and of course review once ur finished!!! Please forgive me for what I do to Numair in this fic!

Numair ran and ran. His legs felt like they would fall off. He ignored it. His chest felt as if it would burst. He ignored it. Finally his body quit and he fell to his hands and knees gasping and sobbing for breath. When he heard footsteps behind him he tried to run again. He got to his feet and staggered for a few steps and the collapsed again. As his cheek pressed the cool dirt he felt a hand touch his shoulder then turn him over on his back. Still breathing heavily, Numair looked into the eyes of the wildmage.

"I'm scarred," he whispered.

"I know," she whispered back. Then she leaned dawn further and placed her lips on his. When they parted she said, "Why don't we walk back to the palace." Numair just nodded. When he got to his feet his legs felt weak and wobbly.

When they got back to the castle, the couple was met by a rather large group of people. On the walk back Numair's worries had left him. Now they returned upon seeing the solemn, sad, face on most of he people. Daine let go of his hand and went to join the crowd which included the king and queen, Alanna, Onua, Daine, and the clerk Perin. The rest seemed too hazy to make out.

"wha-What's going on?" he asked, looking from solemn face to solemn face.

"We're sorry Numair," said Jon

"We had no choice," continued Thayat. For the first time Numair saw three or four men who were obviously Carthaki. It dawned on the mage, "No," he whispered waiting for someone to tell him I was just a joke, just a sick, cruel joke. He waited in vain. He took a step back then realized he was moving toward the Carthakis. Numair turned and backed up the other way, then remembered that he was walking towards the Totallans. They wouldn't help him. His so called "friends" were the ones giving him to Ozorne in the first place.

Numair bolted off. He had only run for a few yards when he began to slow down. It was as if he were trying to run through water. Even without the spell Numair wouldn't have gotten far. He was still shaky from his earlier run, caused by the same panic. The mage fell on all fours again then flat on this stomach. His face was in the dirt. But this time it was not a cool relief, it burned like fire. Once again he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was not gentle. He was turned over on his back again. He was not looking up at Daine. This time it was a squashed up face with a sneer. The mage struggled, but it was no use. Two men held him down while a third forced his mouth open and poured a vile tasting liquid down his throat. Numair tried to spit it out but he couldn't. He felt as if a part of him was missing. It took him a while to figure out what was wrong. Then it hit him. His magic! He was drained!

"Why didn't I use magic before?" he thought as he was dragged upright. His hands were bound in front f him and then tied to the back of a saddle.

Daine ran toward him and threw her arms around him. He was pulled away from her embrace when the horse he was tied to began to move. Daine sobbed and Numair's face was wet with tears. To see his love in such anguish tore his heart from his chest. Perin ran up to her and put his arms around her, whispering things in her ear. Numair watched it all as he was taken away. After more whispering, Daine actually laughed! Numair sobbed in torment. To see her in anguish had torn Numair's heart from his chest. To see her discard him like an old cloak in seconds ripped his heart up and set fire to the pieces.

Numair didn't know how long he was forced to run behind. Sometimes the men galloped their horses just to be cruel. When this happened the mage tried to keep up but he always ended up being dragged along the ground fighting to regain his balance. Sometimes the Carthakis slowed their horses to a walk. Numair was thankful for this even though he knew it was to rest the horses, not him. Finally they stopped all together when they reached a camp.

"Ahhh good, you got him," said one voice.

"Yeah," answered the man with the sneer, "Now what do we do with him?"

'Tie him to a tree for tonight. Oh, and bind his legs together too. We don't want him getting away." Numair, who had slumped to the ground once the horses had stopped, said, "I don't know about the feet. You've tied my hands so tight I can't get free," The man with the sneer kicked him and the mage gave a sharp intake of breath.

"Quiet! If I want your opinion I'll ask for it!" The Carthakis hauled off their prisoner and dragged him to a tree. After they had bound his legs and tied a rope from his bound hands to a low branch on the tree they left him, leaving a guard behind. Numair lay down. It was uncomfortable since his arms were raised above him (a/n: Incase you can't picture this, imagine a zombie waking from the dead.) But he tried to make the best of it. Not that he would have slept anyways. He was too terrified and sad for that. All he could think about was how his friends had just given him to Ozorne who would surly torture him. What he thought of the most, though, was Daine. He still loved her with all of his heart and more. But she no longer cared for him. Every time he thought of it he died again, heart ripped and burned. He gave a cry of despair and then sobbed, tears streaming down his face. He could hear the guard laughing, but he no longer cared.

Sorry it was so short. If I get enough reviews I'll update faster!!

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