I updated! Finally! i would say thank you to reveiwers personally but i need to get off the computer so thanx to you all!

i meant to say this b4 but i don't own the Immortals so some ages might be wrong. And have i already said that?

my page breaks wont appear. soz.

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Chapter Five

Liam was bored. His knightmistress, Keladry of Masbolle, had taken a day off to be with her husband, Domitan of Masbolle and Eremin's uncle. So he had been placed in the charge of Aranias' knightmaster Lord Raoul. Usually this wouldn't be a bad thing but at that particular moment they were calculating supplies, an exercise that Aranias excelled in but Liam hated.

He could do it, no doubt about that. But it made him incredibly testy. Or incredibly bored. Which was the case now.

As usual, when he got bored, Liam's thought drifted. They passed weather, riding with the Own and his knightmistress, his knightmistress and her husband, and finally came to rest on his future wife. He grumbled silently.

Everything led to her. It wasn't that he didn't like her exactly. But he definitely didn't know her. And that was the problem. She was pretty, certainly, but he hadn't solved the puzzle of her shawl. Or the strange 'turn' she had had after locking himself and her brother up. Or why she had magic on her eyes. Liam had the ability to see magic when he wanted to and that was another mystery.

In short, the princess was a large number of mysteries he hadn't solved and it annoyed him.

His thoughts drifted again, but through the same topic he had just been puzzling over. Damn her, she's in my life now she won't get out of my thoughts! He sighed. They would see her again today probably, since she had insisted that they continue to use her study to complete work and spend time in. He wondered what she was doing, who she really was as a person. He knew little about her except that she had a temper. And she was a puzzle. I will stop thinking about her, now! he told himself firmly. But unsolved puzzles drove him mad.

A voice cut into his unsettled thoughts, "Ok you can go now!" Raoul grinned, mischievously. "Go practice weapons with some of the own or with each other, meet me on the jousting courts at the fourth bell. (a/n my times are the same as ours except hours are bells.)

Liam groaned following Aranias out the door. "Just our luck, we get two of the best jousters as knightmasters. And one of them is a slave driver." Aranias grinned as Raoul's reproachful voice reached them. "I heard that you know."

Asa knew, somewhere in the depths of her consciousness that she was dreaming. However it was all the thought she found herself capable of. Her mind was filled to the point of exploding, as images flashed to fast to register or understand. Colours, sounds, faces, trees anything that you could possibly think of – all filling her with a strange sense of dread.

Because somehow she felt she understood them. That they meant something and she knew exactly what it was. Except that that what she actually knew eluded her. Only that it would hurt many people and she had to stop it. The fear filled her, her own and the fear of many others. Pain drowned her, her own and others. It was too much for one person to handle, she couldn't do it, and even as she tried to think, stop it, make sense of it, the pain, images, fear and dread flooded her, rending her unable of conscious thought – or anything else for that matter.

She wasn't aware of Shadow whining, nudging her curled up form, her arms around her head as if to protect herself, even as she couldn't hear herself scream….

The two Princes had gone to the study late, after dark had fallen, and sat up joking, talking and trying to beat the other at chess late into the night. Aranias had briefly wondered where his sister was, but finding the door unlocked when he tried it, had assumed she was peacefully sleeping in the darkened room.

He now took the opportunity to ask his best friend something that had bothered him since their fight and subsequent reconciliation. Fighting to keep his voice casual he called Liam out of his daydream. "What do you think of her then?" There, he thought, satisfied. Suitably casual, but blunt enough to make him be truthful. I hope.

Liam looked up and gaped at him. "Huh?" Damn too blunt. "Asa." "Oh, ah, I don't really know I only just met her." Liam smiled inwardly. Smooth. Aranias however glared at him. "You must have some impression, come on!"

What do I do now, of course I have an impression but it's not like I'll tell him. Or anyone for that matter. He settled for answering a question with a question, "Why did she have magic around her eyes?" It was Aranias' turn to look uncomfortable. "Well—"

However, he was saved from answering, by a scream from the next door room. The two, looked at each other, one in dread and one in confusion, before rushing through the door.

Asa was beginning to feel nauseous. The images and pain hadn't left, and nor had the sense of knowing, but now she felt as if she were being thrown around through the images, as if though dimensions. She could see nothing of the real world, her eyes were tightly closed, and she heard nothing but cries of anguish and pain. Fear was closing in on both sides, and she was unaware of her moans, or that her body had begun to thrash. She had no knowledge of the two boys standing watching her, Shadow growling or their whispered conversation.

But she felt it when Liam used his gift. Despite the fact that it was a message spell and no magic was being performed on her, Sapphire light pieced her mind, adding pain, confusing what she could see. She knew nothing but pain as she screamed once again.

Aranias watched Asa scream worriedly. Without taking his eyes off his sister, or the huge black wolf that growled every time they tried to get close, he spoke to Liam. "Did you call her?"

Liam nodded slightly shakily. "Daine's coming, and I think Numair might be as well." Aranias also nodded, still watching his sister.

Liam was confused. What was going on? The girl seemed to be having a nightmare but not one of the ordinary sort. A nightmare might make one scream, but not without waking up. And no ordinary nightmare would make flashes of colour and darkness float away from her. He knew better than to ask Aranias this though, one look at the other boy's face was enough.

They stood in worried silence until Daine and Numair arrived at a run, both as confused as Liam. At their arrival Shadow growled protectively, moving closer to his sleeping friend.

Daine took in the scene, blinked, and looked again. The floating colours had multiplied, which was the only thing that made this different from simply a young girl having a nightmare. She turned to the boys wordlessly. "What's going on?"

It was Aranias who answered. "She's dreaming. I need you to ask Shadow to let us get close to her. He doesn't remember me. Tell him I'm her brother and we'll help." It was typical that when slightly panicked he spoke slowly and deliberately. Unlikely to lose his head in a crisis he wasn't one for quick decisions or showing fear. Daine nodded without questioning, looking with pity at the girl curled, twitching on the bed.

Pack-brother? Will you leave your friend? Just for a moment. Her brother wants to help.

The reply was protective, but slightly tinged with fear. You will hurt her. They always used to. She'll be upset. Tell them to leave my Pack-sister alone.

Daine smiled slightly at the wolf's tone and words. Do you remember her brother? He says you probably won't. But he won't hurt her. I won't let a Pack-sister be hurt.

The wolf surveyed her solemnly. The Brother was kind, but he left and she was upset. However, I will let him near. Not the others though. They stay away.

Thank-you Pack-brother. The wolf stopped growling and moved away slightly.

Numair had been staring at Asa, thoughtfully. "That's no ordinary dream," he said quietly to Aranias. "No." the boy replied shortly, walking to his sister's side. She gave one last cry, and sat up suddenly.

Asa felt the pain worsen, and would have wondered how that was possible, had she been able to think or even know what pain was. And then she found herself sitting up staring. And there was no release from the dream. She understood nothing, recognised nothing, knew nothing. Her surroundings were swaying dangerously, but she was afraid that this must be the real world.

She was vaguely aware of someone talking to her, and her blurred vision, and she curled up once again, shaking in fear, but most of all in confusion at the knowledge she no longer had.

All will be explained in the next chap (nearly all) and a plot will appear sometime soon i just haven't got there yet. same with the fluff.

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