Wren's Wyrd.
Chapter 1
Wren looked around lethargically, yawning. After nearly four years of adventures and magic, Wren's last few years had been rather boring. First, her friend, Princess Tess at the time, had been kidnaped, and Tyron, and Connor and she had set out to the land Of Senna Lirwan to rescue her, and encountered King Andreus in the bargain. Then Wren had set out to find her family with Connor, as she had never met them, spending 12 years in the orphanage. While they were gone, a nasty magician named Hawk had tried to kidnap the princess. Then Princess Tess came back from a diplomatic mission, only to find her parent's murdered. The now Queen Tess was smuggled to safety, and then set to war making with the country that had plagued hers for years, the country that kidnaped her, killed her parents, and killed many other innocent people of her country, Senna Lirwan. During these expeditions, Wren learned she had great magical gifts, was turned into a dog, found out that Prince Connor, once thought magic-less, had tremendous Iyon Daiyin nature magic, shape-shifted with the help of a magical gift, found her aunt, uncle and cousin, turned Evil King Andreus into a mouse, became and spoke with merpeople, found out that she herself was Iyon Daiyin, and became a journeymage. Yes, life these past few years, three, to be exact, had been very boring.
Well, almost. Hawk, who became an ally of Queen Tess during the war, had transported to the palace, and eventually created a spell to Wren's rooms, just for friendly debate and exchanges of spells. Soon afterward it became a weekly tradition for Wren to go to his castle by the river Hroth, and for him to come to the palace, eat dinner, and spend the night just for the sake of scholarship. These visits had become the highlight of Wren's life, along with the letters from Connor, who was on a journey to the Summer Isles, where the Iyon Daiyin had originated from.
"Hmm . . . " Wren muttered "Hawk's late, and if he doesn't show up soon, this ball will be very, very tedious." The certain ball that was being held was actually being held in her honor. In the seven years that had been her life at the palace, she had turned to the age of 18. This, technically, was the age of all official ladies', Wren, reluctantly, being one of them, coming out. Now graduated to the lower necked, trim-waisted ball gowns that all adults wore. She was now in a dark-green satin dress embroidered flawlessly with golden leaves. Wren had already been visited by the court hairdresser, and sat through two hours of pain, just to have her hair braided and placed into a snood. Then again, Wren's hair was down to her calves, so fitting it into the snood must have been tough. Three years ago, after Tess had cut her hair to the shoulders, Wren cut her hair to the ears, creating a new fashion, one that Wren enjoyed. Hawk had laughed loudly when he saw her hair after she had cut it. Unfortunately, Tess had let her hair grow out, and had insisted that Wren do the same, but while Tess's hair grew at a normal rate, Wren's exploded with growth, causing her hair to grow so long, while Tess had hair to her waist.
"That's it. I am cutting it right now!" Wren yelled after the braid popped out of the snood for the fifth time. Unsheathing the sword belted at her waist, she tore off the snood and hacked off four and a half feet of braid, leaving her hair back to where she liked it, skimming her ear lobes. She stuffed her hair back into the snood with a neatness spell at the moment a palace messenger ran into her room and told her the ball should commence soon. She was needed at the announcement doors. Sighing, Wren stuffed her leftover braid into her travel pack and strode out following the servant.
Tess sat at the high table, watching Wren descend the stairs that officially made her an adult. Not that it mattered to half the court. Wren had proved herself an adult when she was a mere eleven and saved Tess from King Andreus. Tess had seen the responsibility in wren far before this. While they were orphans at the Three Groves Orphanage, Wren had protected Tess from numerous bullies and dangers. She had cared for Tess far better than any of the others when she was sick, and advised Tess in everything she needed, much before their life at court. This was the Wren she knew.
Just as Wren made her acceptance speech as an adult of the court, a deathly pale man bleeding profusely stumbled in to the hall. Wren gasped.
"Hawk!" Being the only one unhindered by a chair, Wren rushed to Hawk's side grabbing him before he fell. Tess was right behind her, followed by Tyron and his student, Orin. Wren quickly preformed a temporary Blood staunching spell, and Hawk spoke with urgency.
"Wren..." he coughed. "Queen, I must speak with you, alone. Tyron, you may wish to hear as well." Wren looked up.
"We'll use my rooms, Orin, will you?" Orin nodded in agreement and Called for attention as the foursome left.
In Wren's rooms, Hawk was sitting in a chair, Wren standing above him with a hand on his shoulder, and Tyron and Tess sitting opposite him.
"Wren, shy do you keep your hand on his shoulder?" Teresa asked. Wren nodded to Tyron. Facing Tyron, Tess asked, "Well?"
"Okay, you know the basic principals of magic right? If one is wounded..." he began.
"One's magic will also be. Magic must be maintained in a body system accustomed to it, otherwise the magician will die. So?"
"Well, right now, Hawk is bleeding his magic out faster than his lifeblood. Wren is maintaining the staunching spell while placing some of her magic inside of him, so his balance will stay semi natural. This is also very dangerous, because it can drain a magician very quickly, and the one with the magic being transferred to will permanently have a part of the healing magician's magic within." he explained.
"So why don't you help her? Wren already looks exhausted!" Tess exclaimed.
"You see, to transfer the magic, one must be very closely attached to the other, and vise versa. As you know, Hawk has been visiting here very often, and Wren him, for their weekly debates. They have become magically attached because they spend so much time together, as I am attached to Connor and Wren."
"Is this true Wren? Have you become close to him?" Tess asked with a puzzled voice. Wren failed to reply, because as Hawk opened his eyes, Wren had nearly fully drained herself. Collapsing on the floor, Wren kept a finger on Hawk's knee. "Wren!" Tess and Tyron called in unison.
"It's alright. I can handle it now Wren." Hawk said, sounding like rusty hinges. Wren shook her head and stood up, still shaking her head. Not even she was sure if she was clearing her head or still saying no. "Fine, have it your way." Taking Wren's hand, he placed a small amount of power in Wren. "It is complete." She hmphed. Wren took a large weaving she had made and started to tear it into long bandage strips.
"No!" Cried three voices this time, belonging to Hawk, Tyron and Tess.
"You worked far to hard on that to use it on me, Wren." Hawk pleaded.
"Oh miff. I hated this thing anyway. And I can always make a new one later. You need bandages now." Tearing the last strip, she began to bind the long gash on Hawk's arm as Tess requested for him to tell his story.
"Alright. You sure you're Okay, Wren?" He asked. She nodded feebly. "I just got word from Idres. She couldn't get to Wren or Tyron like she normally could, so she told me to tell you for her. She has connections on the Summer isles, you know already. What you didn't know is that she asked those connections to watch Connor for us. Us being her self and you three." he hastened to add, blushing slightly. "Ow!" he cried. "What was that for?" he asked Wren.
"Whoops, sorry." she replied mischievously.
"Hmm, glad to see you are becoming yourself again, Wren." He smiled back. "Anyway, Last month, Connor was supposed to have met up with a couple. The very same couple you out finding Queen Teresa. At the time Princess Teresa. Well, as he was supposed to meet them a month ago, when he didn't show up, they did some sort of Iyon Daiyin magic, and found him blocked by an evil magic. They also found out that Wren has to go find him, and her Wyrd." At this, Tyron gasped and Wren let out a small "meep". Gripping her shoulder, Hawk looked at her and nodded. Teresa looked confused.
"What's a ... a wyrid?" she asked.
"Wyrd. To find a wyrd is a rare... quest, I guess you might say. One must have a special gift. Most magician's do not ever get their calling for their wyrd. Not even the former Kings Magician has found his. Once one finds their wyrd, they become a wizard. Wyrd is a magician's – soon to be wizard's – fate, personified."
"Enough about this, what about Connor?" snapped Wren. Hawk sighed.
"Connor is missing and in serious danger. It is part of finding Wren's wyrd to go find Connor, with me. I have also been assigned my quest, and our paths lie in the same direction. Tyron, you must stay here, with the Queen." at this, Tess let a squeal of outrage out.
" I most certainly will come!" Tyron calmed her with a touch on the hand.
"If we go, we risk Wren and her wyrd. If Wren fails, she could die." At this, Tess became silent and wide eyed.
"We must go, now, Wren." Hawk tried to get up, but wren pushed him back up.
"No. You sleep, and we find Kial. I need to change." Taking off her snood, Tyron and Tess gasped, and Hawk started laughing.
"Yes, I can agree with you there. First sleep and Kial, then we go?" Wren nodded.
"Tyron? When you get Kial, could you ask him for some extra bandage, good for binding?"
"On it."
Chapter 1
Wren looked around lethargically, yawning. After nearly four years of adventures and magic, Wren's last few years had been rather boring. First, her friend, Princess Tess at the time, had been kidnaped, and Tyron, and Connor and she had set out to the land Of Senna Lirwan to rescue her, and encountered King Andreus in the bargain. Then Wren had set out to find her family with Connor, as she had never met them, spending 12 years in the orphanage. While they were gone, a nasty magician named Hawk had tried to kidnap the princess. Then Princess Tess came back from a diplomatic mission, only to find her parent's murdered. The now Queen Tess was smuggled to safety, and then set to war making with the country that had plagued hers for years, the country that kidnaped her, killed her parents, and killed many other innocent people of her country, Senna Lirwan. During these expeditions, Wren learned she had great magical gifts, was turned into a dog, found out that Prince Connor, once thought magic-less, had tremendous Iyon Daiyin nature magic, shape-shifted with the help of a magical gift, found her aunt, uncle and cousin, turned Evil King Andreus into a mouse, became and spoke with merpeople, found out that she herself was Iyon Daiyin, and became a journeymage. Yes, life these past few years, three, to be exact, had been very boring.
Well, almost. Hawk, who became an ally of Queen Tess during the war, had transported to the palace, and eventually created a spell to Wren's rooms, just for friendly debate and exchanges of spells. Soon afterward it became a weekly tradition for Wren to go to his castle by the river Hroth, and for him to come to the palace, eat dinner, and spend the night just for the sake of scholarship. These visits had become the highlight of Wren's life, along with the letters from Connor, who was on a journey to the Summer Isles, where the Iyon Daiyin had originated from.
"Hmm . . . " Wren muttered "Hawk's late, and if he doesn't show up soon, this ball will be very, very tedious." The certain ball that was being held was actually being held in her honor. In the seven years that had been her life at the palace, she had turned to the age of 18. This, technically, was the age of all official ladies', Wren, reluctantly, being one of them, coming out. Now graduated to the lower necked, trim-waisted ball gowns that all adults wore. She was now in a dark-green satin dress embroidered flawlessly with golden leaves. Wren had already been visited by the court hairdresser, and sat through two hours of pain, just to have her hair braided and placed into a snood. Then again, Wren's hair was down to her calves, so fitting it into the snood must have been tough. Three years ago, after Tess had cut her hair to the shoulders, Wren cut her hair to the ears, creating a new fashion, one that Wren enjoyed. Hawk had laughed loudly when he saw her hair after she had cut it. Unfortunately, Tess had let her hair grow out, and had insisted that Wren do the same, but while Tess's hair grew at a normal rate, Wren's exploded with growth, causing her hair to grow so long, while Tess had hair to her waist.
"That's it. I am cutting it right now!" Wren yelled after the braid popped out of the snood for the fifth time. Unsheathing the sword belted at her waist, she tore off the snood and hacked off four and a half feet of braid, leaving her hair back to where she liked it, skimming her ear lobes. She stuffed her hair back into the snood with a neatness spell at the moment a palace messenger ran into her room and told her the ball should commence soon. She was needed at the announcement doors. Sighing, Wren stuffed her leftover braid into her travel pack and strode out following the servant.
Tess sat at the high table, watching Wren descend the stairs that officially made her an adult. Not that it mattered to half the court. Wren had proved herself an adult when she was a mere eleven and saved Tess from King Andreus. Tess had seen the responsibility in wren far before this. While they were orphans at the Three Groves Orphanage, Wren had protected Tess from numerous bullies and dangers. She had cared for Tess far better than any of the others when she was sick, and advised Tess in everything she needed, much before their life at court. This was the Wren she knew.
Just as Wren made her acceptance speech as an adult of the court, a deathly pale man bleeding profusely stumbled in to the hall. Wren gasped.
"Hawk!" Being the only one unhindered by a chair, Wren rushed to Hawk's side grabbing him before he fell. Tess was right behind her, followed by Tyron and his student, Orin. Wren quickly preformed a temporary Blood staunching spell, and Hawk spoke with urgency.
"Wren..." he coughed. "Queen, I must speak with you, alone. Tyron, you may wish to hear as well." Wren looked up.
"We'll use my rooms, Orin, will you?" Orin nodded in agreement and Called for attention as the foursome left.
In Wren's rooms, Hawk was sitting in a chair, Wren standing above him with a hand on his shoulder, and Tyron and Tess sitting opposite him.
"Wren, shy do you keep your hand on his shoulder?" Teresa asked. Wren nodded to Tyron. Facing Tyron, Tess asked, "Well?"
"Okay, you know the basic principals of magic right? If one is wounded..." he began.
"One's magic will also be. Magic must be maintained in a body system accustomed to it, otherwise the magician will die. So?"
"Well, right now, Hawk is bleeding his magic out faster than his lifeblood. Wren is maintaining the staunching spell while placing some of her magic inside of him, so his balance will stay semi natural. This is also very dangerous, because it can drain a magician very quickly, and the one with the magic being transferred to will permanently have a part of the healing magician's magic within." he explained.
"So why don't you help her? Wren already looks exhausted!" Tess exclaimed.
"You see, to transfer the magic, one must be very closely attached to the other, and vise versa. As you know, Hawk has been visiting here very often, and Wren him, for their weekly debates. They have become magically attached because they spend so much time together, as I am attached to Connor and Wren."
"Is this true Wren? Have you become close to him?" Tess asked with a puzzled voice. Wren failed to reply, because as Hawk opened his eyes, Wren had nearly fully drained herself. Collapsing on the floor, Wren kept a finger on Hawk's knee. "Wren!" Tess and Tyron called in unison.
"It's alright. I can handle it now Wren." Hawk said, sounding like rusty hinges. Wren shook her head and stood up, still shaking her head. Not even she was sure if she was clearing her head or still saying no. "Fine, have it your way." Taking Wren's hand, he placed a small amount of power in Wren. "It is complete." She hmphed. Wren took a large weaving she had made and started to tear it into long bandage strips.
"No!" Cried three voices this time, belonging to Hawk, Tyron and Tess.
"You worked far to hard on that to use it on me, Wren." Hawk pleaded.
"Oh miff. I hated this thing anyway. And I can always make a new one later. You need bandages now." Tearing the last strip, she began to bind the long gash on Hawk's arm as Tess requested for him to tell his story.
"Alright. You sure you're Okay, Wren?" He asked. She nodded feebly. "I just got word from Idres. She couldn't get to Wren or Tyron like she normally could, so she told me to tell you for her. She has connections on the Summer isles, you know already. What you didn't know is that she asked those connections to watch Connor for us. Us being her self and you three." he hastened to add, blushing slightly. "Ow!" he cried. "What was that for?" he asked Wren.
"Whoops, sorry." she replied mischievously.
"Hmm, glad to see you are becoming yourself again, Wren." He smiled back. "Anyway, Last month, Connor was supposed to have met up with a couple. The very same couple you out finding Queen Teresa. At the time Princess Teresa. Well, as he was supposed to meet them a month ago, when he didn't show up, they did some sort of Iyon Daiyin magic, and found him blocked by an evil magic. They also found out that Wren has to go find him, and her Wyrd." At this, Tyron gasped and Wren let out a small "meep". Gripping her shoulder, Hawk looked at her and nodded. Teresa looked confused.
"What's a ... a wyrid?" she asked.
"Wyrd. To find a wyrd is a rare... quest, I guess you might say. One must have a special gift. Most magician's do not ever get their calling for their wyrd. Not even the former Kings Magician has found his. Once one finds their wyrd, they become a wizard. Wyrd is a magician's – soon to be wizard's – fate, personified."
"Enough about this, what about Connor?" snapped Wren. Hawk sighed.
"Connor is missing and in serious danger. It is part of finding Wren's wyrd to go find Connor, with me. I have also been assigned my quest, and our paths lie in the same direction. Tyron, you must stay here, with the Queen." at this, Tess let a squeal of outrage out.
" I most certainly will come!" Tyron calmed her with a touch on the hand.
"If we go, we risk Wren and her wyrd. If Wren fails, she could die." At this, Tess became silent and wide eyed.
"We must go, now, Wren." Hawk tried to get up, but wren pushed him back up.
"No. You sleep, and we find Kial. I need to change." Taking off her snood, Tyron and Tess gasped, and Hawk started laughing.
"Yes, I can agree with you there. First sleep and Kial, then we go?" Wren nodded.
"Tyron? When you get Kial, could you ask him for some extra bandage, good for binding?"
"On it."