Chapter 3
In Kaara's Chambers
Kaara arrived in her room to find her ladies in waiting worried about her.
"Where have you been?" one bedraggled woman managed to say, hugging Kaara "The king-"
"Oh, you didn't tell father did you?" Kaara patted the woman's back.
"No, but where were you anyway?" the lady in waiting insisted with crossed arms. Kaara giggled but did not answer the question. "I know that you were not out with boys kissing and such irrespirable behaviors." Her lady then added, "So what was it?"
"I've been practicing this:" suddenly Kaara pulled up her arms as if enveloping herself in something, then, suddenly, she disappeared.
"MY LADY!" the lady yelled in anguish. Then as Kaara reappeared and the woman relaxed, "That is strong magic ma' lady, I didn't know you were that skilled in the Gift."
"Ah, of coarse she is with her mother a-" The other lady put her finger to the servant's lips. "A…a being so smart she is smart enough to use it." The lady in waiting smiled.
"My mother had the Gift!" Her Majesty Alana had died when Kaara was nine, a year after Martin's mother. Alana never really took care of Kaara because The King wanted Kaara to always be with her tutor.
"Oh yes!" said the servant Mara, "she was very skilled, before she became queen she was a black robe."
"Mithros shut you up." The lady in waiting murmured, then louder to Kaara, "But that's all behind us majesty. Lets get to bed." Kaara sighed as they undressed her and threw on the nightgown, but as soon as the womans's breathing slowed she got up.
Creating a double in the bed she quietly crept out to the hall mirror. She stared into it and muttered something.
She saw a man with purple eyes and red hair fighting another man who was very strong in the Gift, as the wizard slashed at the other man's chest it became apparent that he was a woman. Even though it wasn't allowed she saw something glowing in orange, it must have been the man's magic. Just as the woman was about to kill him she saw something else…
The woman knight was coming into battle; on her shield was a lioness. There was a dragon in the air and a girl. She had brown thick hair and at her throat hung a silver claw, the girl didn't seem to be doing much on the outside but it became more obvious when animals were fighting that this girl, no more then 14, had Wild Magic. A bird with the front half human and feathers metal swooped down and slashed at her…
On a throne sat a man, he had deep sapphire eyes, he was a king of Tortall. 'He's beautiful.' Kaara thought this not as she thought Martin was beautiful but as a mother would love a son. By this man's side was a queen, the most beautiful woman Kaara had seen, her eyes showed deep intelligence. "He chose well." Kaara whispered.
This was Tortall in the future, it was doing well, better than she would have imagined. Maybe she would become queen because there were no other siblings. It could work. Even though there were many wars Tortall was in good hands.
Proud, Kaara walked back into her room pulling the covers up to her chin to dream about Martin.
Martin waited ten minutes but decided not to go it, no one would wonder. Curling up in the willow he fell asleep.