AN: Guess what! Here comes part one of your specail surprise! Yah! Okay, r and r please.
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Daine's body felt weak. She fell back in a sitting position. She couldn't keep her eyes open. No animals came to help her. None were with in her range was any animals. Some one picked her up. Daine kicked and tried to hit who ever was trying to carry her. Who ever it was put her back on her feet. With in seconds she pasted out and was back in the man's arms.
'Your too stubborn,' Weiryn muttered to his daughter, 'And your mother will have your head for wearing men's clothing.'
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Daine looked around the pink room she was laying in. She fingered the quilt that covered her legs. She looked into the open closet and frowned. All she saw was dresses, with shirts that went just past her knees. She saw light blue, pink, white, all very girly colors. There were work clothes, things that she could go out in the woods or heal in. She was glad those were all colors like light brown and a green shirt and brown shirt. She saw the new boots that were set below all of her clothes. They were new, light brown leather. Next to them were shoes, both white and black, to wear with the other dresses. Daine sighed and got out of the bed. Badger walked into her room as she stood up. He smiled up at her.
'Good morning Kit' He vanished and reappeared on the bed.
'How long was I out? And why am I even hear?' Daine demanded to know.
'A week, and you'll have to ask your father to tell you that. He's in his work room.' Badger nudged a peice of paper to her. 'I told the mage where you were, and I'll be happy to take letters back and forth between the two of you. He said he loves you and every thing will be back to normal soon.'
'When am I going home?' Daine sighed.
'Midsummer' Badger vanished before she could reply.
Daine sighed, she turned back to the closet. She pulled on the white dress and walked out of the room. it smelled fresh and airy in the house. She looked around. There was a pot of stew on the stove. It smelled wonderful, Daine walked over and stired it so it wouldn't burn on the bottom. Though as she stired it she realized she probably didn't need to do that. Daine looked around the main room. She saw an opened door and she walked up to it. Peaking inside she saw her father widdling arrows. She sat on the floor next to a basket of ones he had already finished. She blanced on on the tip of her finger only to find the balence was perfect. Then she ran her finger against the grain of the wood, it was completely smooth. Then she pressed her finger to the very tip of the arrow. The rock was so sharp that it cut the tip of her finger off. Daine was surprised when she looked at her finger to see blood starting to run down her finger. A small bandage came into her field of vision. Daine took it and put it around her finger tip.
'Thanks' She murmered.
'Second guessing my work my daughter?' Weiryn asked.
'I was just lookin''
'You should know better than to question a god, expecailly when it's your father.'
'Gods can make mistakes.'
'That doesn't mean you should point it out. Plus they make very very few.' Weiryn replied. 'Didn't I tell you not to mouth at me until you're my age'
'I'll never be your age!'
'Well that happens to be your problem.'
'I'm saying your as old as ma.' Daine replied.
'Fine, but you're still not old enough to mouth off.'
Daine stood up glaring at her father. She walked over to look at the cross bows that were on the other side of his workroom. Daine wondered if Numair was in his workroom. Numair's workroom was completely different than her father's. There were stacks of books and scrolls, bottles of poisons, plants, and other things she wasn't allowed to touch. There were burn marks all over the walls from spells not working or experiments blowing up. There were no cross bows, no long bows, every thing looked as if the greatest mage in the world was there every waking hour. Daine smiled to herself thinking about Numair walking, cursing, out of his work room, colored smoke following him.
'Why am I here?' Daine turned back to her father.
'The great gods want you here until midsummer.'
'Why?'
'Other wise you would have gotten sick and died.'
'what?' Daine's voice was barley above a whisper.
'That was your destiney. To be born, fight againsy chaos and Orzone, then get sick and die. You were never supposed to fall in love. The great gods forgot you are only half god, so you have mortal emotions. So instead of getting sick, they aranged for me to bring you here. That way you can get married to the mage.' Weiryn almost sounded like he liked Numair for a minute. 'They probably decided that a black-robe mage and a god born would give them more people to have to fight for them.'
'You can't just say you like Numair, can you?' Daine smiled.
'I don't like the mage.'
'Yes you do'
'No, and if you're going to start the yes/no thing go in the other room.'
'Admit it.'Daine coaxed.
Weiryn frowned at her and pointed at the door. Daine giggled and walked out. The door to her father's work room slamed behind her.