When Earth Arises
Disclaimer: All characters from Circle of Magic, The Circle Opens, The Immortals, The Lioness Quartet, etc. belong to Tamora Pierce. I do not own them. Or characters from Dragonballz, which belong to Mr. Toriyama...anyway
I know this is a weird combination, cross-over, whatever, but then, I'm a weird person. O_^
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"My King!" he gasped, panting for breath. "My king, Lioness, there is a girl-she-"
"Hey, slow down, take a few breaths," Numair advised, handing the servant a glass of something. He nodded and gulped it down.
"My King, there is a girl," he began, more calmly. "She's crazy, she's yelling and throwing lightning and-"
"Throwing lightning?" Numair asked, eyebrow raised. Briar leapt to his feet, and ran out the door.
"TRIS!!!"
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Chapter Eight:
Briar dashed down the long hallways and down the long flights of stairs, until he saw the door that led to the courtyard. He could feel the vine that was connected with his foster sister Trisana Chandler thicken. He could also feel it when some of her lightning struck to vines growing on and around the courtyard wall. He let a thought spiral to her through their bond.
HEY, COPPERCURLS! He could tell she had frozen in spot when the thought reached her.
B-Briar? she asked uncertainly. It's me, Tris he answered a bit more kindly. He could feel the fear and confusion she felt. Settle down, Coppercurls, before Numair decides you're dangerous or something He switched to vocal as he stepped into the waning sunlight.
"Hey, Tris." She was standing in the growing shadows, but rather than hide her, the lightning crackling around her made her look like some avenging goddess of weather, and from the looks on the faces of the people around her, they may have very well thought that was what she was.
"Put that away, will ya?" he asked, as he made his way over to her. "You're scaring people, and hurting me." She looked confused, and he pointed toward the charred greenery. Wincing, she fed the bolts back into her braid, and freed most of the winds. A few whispered softly around her as she made her way to his side. As she stopped in front of him, she looked questioningly behind him. He turned to see that he had been followed. A soft touch at his leg made him look down, and he saw Evvy clutching at his tunic, and staring at Tris with wide, fearful eyes. He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, then pulled her forward. Evvy came out into Tris's view reluctantly, but stood quietly, eyes averted.
"Tris, this is Evvy, my student," he told her. "Evvy, this is one of my foster sisters, Tris." Tris raised an eyebrow at the word student, and Briar grinned impishly.
"I found the kid in the markets of Chammuri {is that the name of the city? I forget 0_0}," he informed her. "She was using her magic to polish the stones, but she didn't know she had it. Ran away from me the first time I talked to her."
"Anyone in their right mind would run away from that face, thief," Tris said briskly, making Briar's grin widen. Tris eyed Evvy for a moment, who kept her eyes on the older girl's feet. "Is she always this shy?" Briar placed a comforting hand on his student's shoulder. "She was a slave. Ran away. Then she lived as a street rat, dodging gangs." He raised an eyebrow. "I never thought I would get involved in gang wars again, but those Chammurians…Hmph. Can't take no for an answer." Tris regarded him with a slight scowl. "You have a lot to tell me, thief," she said. "Sure thing, Copperculs," he replied glibly, causing her scowl to deepen for a moment. Then she turned her attention to the others behind him.
"Who are they?" Suddenly, she focused on Piccolo, and her gray eyes widened behind her thin rimmed glasses. "What-?!" Briar laughed, then introduced everyone, pointing as he said their names.
"We're in a place called Tortall. Don't ask how, cuz I don't know. This is King Jonathan, ruler of Tortall, and she is Lady Alanna the Lioness. Lord Raoul, beside her, and that is Numair and Daine. They are mages, like us, except he is more academic." He paused with a thoughtful look. "They don't have ambient mages, except healers, and something called wild magic. That one is what Daine has. Anyway, he's Piccolo, something called a Namek, some kind of sentient plant, and that beside him is Gohan. The two little ones are Goten and Trunks. Trunks is a prince." He looked at the group. "This is my foster sister, Trisana Chandler. She's a weather witch." She smacked him lightly, with a scowl, when he used that term, which just made him grin more. Numair looked at her with intense curiosity. "I would like to talk to you sometime, m'lady," he murmured, in a slightly distracted voice, "If you would be so kind as to let me." Jonathan stepped forward. "Later, Numair," his tone amused. "Right now, why don't we get Lady Trisana settled in." Tris gaped at the "Lady Trisana."
"It's Tris, if you don't mind, and I'm not a noble, so there is no Lady," she snapped. Jonathan raised an eyebrow, and Briar nudged her quickly. "Be quiet, Tris. He's the King. He can call you whatever he wants." Everyone hid a grin at this, but Tris's face grew indignant.
"I don't care if he's Rosethorn in disguise, he most certainly cannot call me whatever he wants. And if he does call me something I don't like, he feel my displeasure in form of a lightni-" Briar clamped a hand over her mouth and mentally told her to shut up. He then turned to the king, who's mouth was twitching in a suppressed grin.
"Sorry about that, she's a bit forward." Tris jerked her head out from under his hand, and scowled darkly at him, but did not say anything else. Jonathan smiled at her in amusement.
"It's quite all right. If you will excuse me, it's getting late, and I need to make sure Queen Thayet knows I'm still alive, as I have not seen her all day." He turned to Briar. "If your sister does not mind, she may share a room with young Evumeimei. We will resume our meeting on the morrow." With that said, he turned and made his way into the palace.
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Piccolo slowly made his way toward the room he had been given. He did not really need to sleep, so he figured that he would go meditate. Suddenly, his sensitive ears picked up some voices in a corridor up ahead. Moving stealthily, he peered around the corner to see the young girl Kel facing three human males. The first had whitish blonde hair, and a sharp, handsome face. A dark-haired, tan skinned boy stood next to him, and another brown haired male with a cruel hard face. A younger boy about Kel's age was on the ground, surrounded by a bunch of the things humans called books. Piccolo jerked in surprise when the cruel-faced one swung a large fist that connected with Kel's eye. She hit the wall, but to Piccolo's amazement, came up swinging. Her punch missed, but her foot connected with the dark-haired one. The blonde, who seemed to be the leader, moved back and watched as the two attacked the younger girl. The boy on the floor simply gaped at the fighting trio.
Although Kel put up a good fight, she was clearly being overpowered by the two bigger, and older males. Asking himself why he even bothered, Piccolo moved faster than most eyes could see, and caught a fist belonging to the dark-haired one just before it smashed into Kel's cheekbone. He then proceeded to grab the other one by his shirt and raised them both up off the ground, as he stood at a good 6'4". He threw the two into their leader, and turned to inspect the damage they had done to the female. She had climbed to her feet, and gave him a shaky smile when he met her hazel eyes with his own obsidian ones. She turned to the boy on the floor and jerked with her head. He scrambled to his feet and took off for who knows where.
"Thanks," she said, turning back to her unusual savior. He simply looked at her, still taking note of her injuries. She was favoring one leg, and her right arm was beginning to show a large ugly looking bruise. Her eye was black, and she had a slight cut on her left cheek.
"Is it broken?" he said in his rough voice, and motioning toward her leg. She tested it by putting weight on it, then shook her head. "I'll be all right." He regarded her with an expression she could not read, then abruptly turned and disappeared as suddenly as he had come. She in turn, made her way to her own room, and away from the three who were still gaping from their position on the floor.
Piccolo again, started for his chamber, when Gohan appeared in front of him. He stopped, and scowled, knowing that the boy had seen what had happened, from the smirk on his face.
"Have fun, sensei?" he asked, a smile twitching at his mouth. The Namek scowled, and shoved by him in the narrow hallway.
"Shut up, brat, or you'll be next."
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I UPDATED PEOPLE! *ahem* Well, I guess you already know that, since you just finished reading it… anyway, Valesa, don't worry about Tris and her attitude, and the other people in the story with similar attitudes {or worse} like *coughtheLionessandTrunkscough* It's all part of the story. And there will be other immortals in the story, never fear. As for Skysong's grandparents, hehe, well….let's just say it will be an…interesting…time in the realm of the gods when a certain green skinned, namekian friend of gohan decides to pay mithros and the others a visit…hehheheheheh
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