AN: Ok this is my first story and it's a bit, no a major, plot bunny that's been stuck in my head since I started reading people's fanfics. So bear with me and remember: no flames but anything that would help me improve would be welcome...And yes, I know it's all been done before, can't help it. Dang Plot Bunnies

Disclaimer: Thus far all characters belong to Tamora Peirce...don't sue

"Found it!"

Both figures at the desk head's shot up, turning toward the exclamation emanating from among the bookshelves. Seconds later, a stocky red-head immerged with a musty book almost as big as she was. She grinned like a child who had found a silver-bit, the two men grinning back with equal expressions of glee. Looking at them, one would never guess that these were the most powerful people in the country.

"Well?" Mage Numair Salmalin demanded, standing, he towered over the woman, taking advantage of the foot and a half he had over her. "What does it say? How do you know that's it?"

With that comment the adult's faces went serious. Lady Alanna of Olau and Pirate's Swoop gave a sigh and plopped the book down on the table. As she opened it, both men leaned over her shoulder, watching avidly as she flipped through pages, landing on the third one, the previous two had been blank. Triumph was laced through her second childish exclamation of the day, pointing to the page in front of her.

"Prophesy of the Founders" King Jonathan the Fourth of Tortall read easily over Alanna's shoulder. "Circa 86 H.E. of the reign of King Jonathan I."

"For those of my name, King of Kings:
In your right hand you hold the sword
In your left a pen
You hold the greatest jewel of all
And yet you're missing a friend"

"With just one more piece to the puzzle
Your kingdom will be complete
One who helps through the looking glass
And nothing is as it seems"

Silence settled over the group as the king finished, his commanding voice fading through the lesser library. They all stared at the page, tense as letters began to appear on the page, their tight writing contrasting with the scribe's elegant scrawl, which the previous poem had been written in. Still no one moved.

"Your majesty? The queen would like to see you." A page stuck his head through the doorway, interrupting their revere. He eyed the group nervously, afraid to have interrupted something important, as the king replied absently. "Tell her I'll be there in a moment...And close the door behind you." The page gulped and did as he was told.

Numair sighed. "We might as well get this over with."

Alanna and Jonathan looked at him inquiringly. "We don't know what it is that we're missing, but if it isn't time yet, the spell should simply not work...at least according to our research. We should try it."

Everyone nodded and steeled them selves as they began chanting in Old Thak, the spell written on the page.

"EGO sum dico in everto

Ut pulvis etiamnunc prognatus..."

The air began to sparkle with magic fire, pulsing blue, violet and black. The chanting grew louder, the fire, more intense. Finally, with a bright flash, everything went silent.

AN: So what did everyone think? First fanfic ever so leave nice comments as well as constructive criticism and ill try to respond to all comments, even though I know the story isn't that developed yet...Oh and it was gonna be a book crossover but I can't find that category so its gonna stay under Peirce's stuff but other author's stuff will sneak in : There will always be disclaimers!!