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Chapter 11: Secrets
December, 15, 468 H. E.
Gray Palace, Rajmuat, Copper IslesWith a full twenty four hours of mandatory rest, Senna was more than happy to get out of bed and do something. Her head was reeling with the fact that she had the gift. She had always secretly felt that she had a little something extra compared to everyone else but it seemed silly in her 20th century society. Now hundreds of years into the past and she had magic, an extremely rare form of magic, and she was being taught how to hone her skills. At this she looked up towards her tutor. Apparently he had been trying to get her attention for the last several seconds. A slight blush crept in to her cheeks. Her concentration was not very good; her mind had a tendency to drift around.
"Senna," Numair began, "I know you like to wander amongst your thoughts, and normally I would be inclined to nurse such an endearing trait but you have to focus now if you want to make any headway." He scolded gently. Senna hung her head in apology.
"I'm sorry Mr. Salmalin, I will try to concentrate." She said and closed her eyes again.
"That's good. And please, call me Numair" he added as an afterthought before slipping back into the rhythmic breathing that was typical of these sections. Numair used his magic to cautiously reach out and step inside, and at the same time next to, Senna's magic. Suddenly she realized why she recognized him. She foggily remembered what had been going on while she was unconscious. Numair had been searching inside her for what she was trying to find right now. The center and source of her magic. A spectral image of herself reached out briefly for Numair and he took hold of her, forging a connection between the two. If one had been watching them they would be able to see a tinsel-y blackish blue fire thickly jumping and streaming between their bodies.
With Numair's presence firmly secured with hers, Senna began to hazard around, exploring and looking for her own magic. Numair gently guided her when she went off course but otherwise refrained from interfering. After what seemed like hours of searching but could only really be equated to a few short minutes she touched on a heavy glowing something at the edge of her vision. To her perception it seemed to be a huge glittering ball of light from which she could feel a well of serene power flowing from. This is where your gift stems from Numair told her harness it, change it into something you understand. Cautiously, Senna let go of him and glided towards the light, she embraced it and gently tried to mold it into something she knew. However the light was eerie, at times it was as hard as rock and at others it would slide like liquid through her fingers. She kept working with it feverishly and began to get frustrated, as she did the darkness around her began to flutter into the surroundings of the room. Concentrate! Numair yelled, Focus on what you are doing. Do not make it do something, convince it that this is what it wants to do. Senna stepped back a moment and focused on where she was and what she was trying to do. After the darkness and the light became solid again she checked that Numair was there and turned back to the light. She approached it and began to whisper to it, she petted and coaxed it into a compact glowing ball instead of the sheer mass of light that it had been. As she stroked and purred to it, it lingered in each place her fingers touched as if it longed for more contact with her. Eventually the globe formed itself into a… something.
Numair was flung out and away from the core of that magic and launched solidly back into his own body with a major headache for company. Senna was amazed by the wall of power that hit her when the mass formed. What was left over when she could finally look at it again was a word. A pure, shining word that described everything about her. It encompassed all her self, all her secrets, even secrets she had been keeping from herself. Senna was startled and amazed by it. The seductiveness of that word, of her self, pulled her in. She settled in and sat, watching the word, reading it over and over again. After a long time, she felt a tickling at the back of her senses, an invasion, a something that was different from her and from the word. She briefly came to recognize it as Numair, he was trying to come back into her magic. For some reason, she couldn't explain why, this infuriated her. She turned on him, swelling with rage and used the power of her word to fling him back out of herself. He didn't have a right to invade a place that was so solidly her.
Numair, back in his body, looked at her resting form. She was perfectly rigid, her eyes rolled up into her head and her body still as night. He knew it would be a risk but Numair hazarded to reach out and touch her gently on the arm. This jostled her out of her reverie and brought her back to reality.
She collapsed on the floor, exhausted from the amount of power she had just consumed and expended. Numair looked at her. Something was peculiar about this girl. He remembered the word he saw for all of a moment. There was something strange about it. Something that didn't line up quite right. He committed it to memory, vowing to find out what was wrong with her and then lifted her into a lounge to rest. With the amount of power he had just seen at her fingertips he imagined it wouldn't take more than an hour or two for her to feel as brisk as a fall day again. He on the other hand could just as easily use that whole day for sleep. He grasped his achy head and settled into an arm chair for a brief (he couldn't always have everything he wanted) nap.
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AN: Sorry for the stretch of time between chappies. I've been extremely busy with drama and soccer and everything, esp. life. Soooooooo, hope you enoyed and I will try to update a little more frequently. Now reviews…
Hillyhp2590: Did I answer your question about recognition? Thanks for the correction on names and sorry about that. Daine probably won't show up (it's a secret but I'm not a big fan of the Numair/Daine pairing. Numair is so fetching I want to save him for my own characters.) But well, you never know I guess.
Amaya: I love being a favorite. Yeah, the "first act" is almost over. Not that that really means anything, it's just how I help myself write. But to your really it means that the climax of the story is coming soon so keep reading!
Sheyana: Well maybe… maybe not. Numair is a smart guy but he needs information to be smart… Seiko was in love with her before she even began to sing, he doesn't need a spell to help him or does he? I never really said who was the person the spell affected, did I?
Sunrose Angel: I'm glad you are enjoying! Thanks for the rose )! I don't really have the time for a collaborative fic right now (and besides I hardly know how to go about writing one) but I will definitely keep it in mind for the future (that is, after I finish the wishes series).
Luna y sol: I couldn't be the best at updating… I'm slow! Thanks for the compliment about my writing, I try. Daine could or could not be at the conference. I haven't decided. See the reply to Hillyhp2590's review.
