I finally updated again and hopefully this chapter is a lot longer than the other two. It's not the longest in the world, but what can I say I have been a busy person lately. Well here you go I hope you enjoy!
Oh and thank you to my few reviewers out there! (I know there can be more though hint hint)
megster- well you are about to find out!
Nota Lone- well, I, um, don't really know whether to say nice job on the rhyming or ahh I better watch out for someone trying to kill me… hmm anyway
Narm's Briton- I'm not even going to go there about the whole Numair's Lover thing. I have a feeling we are going to have to agree to disagree because I have been numair's lover for longer than you have… but anyway like I said I'm done arguing! lol im sorry it was a short chapter this one is longer!
I LOVE the Irish- lol well I hope you don't fail science… sorry about the cliffie!
stargirl14- thanks for the encouragement!
Return of Chaos Chapter 3
Daine didn't even know what to think at first. But when Lindhall's words finally started to sink in, she started to fear and worry for her lover. With every ounce of patience in her body, she calmly asked Lindhall what happened.
"Actually, I'm not exactly one hundred percent sure Daine," Lindhall tentatively replied. "I had just come from teaching my Advanced Botany class and I went to see of Numair was read to go to lunch like we had planned. I checked in his classroom, and it was completely deserted."
"Well couldn't he have went to our room, or went to talk to John about something?" Daine replied, sensing a small glimmer of hope.
"That's what I thought at first Daine, but when I found this, I knew that something serious must have happened." Lindhall held up a small glass petri dish. Its contents never stayed the same shape or color, and its consistancy was indeterminable.
All Daine needed was one look at the glass dish and her stomach sank. Chaos bile. She used threw her magic on it in hopes of it maybe being something else. But as soon as her magic came in contact with the substance, she thought she would explode from the pain. She could here wails and screams from things unexplainable, and in the distance she could almost make out a faint, full-hearted laugh. She was being taunted, like a small little schoolgirl being picked on because a bully stole her favorite doll.
Daine yanked her magic away from the bile, and fell to the floor, covered in a thin layer of sweat.
"Goddess bless Daine what happened?" Lindhall exclaimed with a pale blank-faced look. Daine tried to speak, but her mouth was bone dry. She dragged herself off the hay-covered ground and staggered to the nearby water basin. When she walked back refreshed, she managed to bring herself to say, "chaos bile."
Lindhall was still a little confused, but then a look of understanding dawned on his face. "But how—" Lindhall couldn't seem to find the right words to say.
"I-I-I d-don't know," Daine stammered. She wanted to run and never look back. She wanted to hunt down whoever did this, and make them wish they were dead. Perhaps they already are dead a haunting voice in her head told her. As soon as she had seen the chaos bile, the first thing that had come to her mind was one person. Ozorne. But that was impossible! She saw him die with her own eyes, and felt him die with her own hands.
"Daine! Daine!" Daine shook her head and realized that Lindhall was trying to say something to her.
"I'm sorry Lindhall, I was thinking about something." Daine blocked her Ozorne thoughts out of her head. "You were saying something?"
"Umm, yes, well, what are you planning on doing next?" Lindhall asked, befuddled by Daine's weird behavior.
"Why, I am going to find Numair of course."
Numair could feel his senses coming back to him. He felt a pounding headache coming on, and there was a sharp pain in his left ankle. He opened his eyes slowly; almost afraid of what he would see beyond the comforting darkness of his eyelids.
But oddly enough, when he say his surroundings, instead of seeing a dingy room or cell like he was expecting, he saw that he was laying down in the Carthak University entrance. Never having been more confused in his life, Numair stood up, and almost fell down again. Limping, Numair cursed. Bloody ankle, must have been sprained when I was attacked. Numair still didn't have a clue about what had happened. One minute his is grading papers, waiting for Lindhall to come and pester him about trying to not be late for lunch, and the next minute he feels his head get hit with something hard, very hard.
Numair had just managed to walk a few steps without falling over when he heard footsteps behind him. He swung around, but at that moment his ankle gave out and he collided with the cold marble floor. Numair looked up and saw the last person he ever thought or wanted to see ever again. Ozorne.
"Well, Draper, now that you have entertained me with your gracefulness, I will like to give you a nice warm welcome to my humble home," Ozorne said, with the same majestic tone of voice that he used when he was once the Emperor.
"This will never be your home again Ozorne, " Numair spat. " I don't know what tricks you are playing on my mind, but I would like it to stop now."
Ozorne scoffed. " Well, so much for my hospitality. You see, I can shape my surroundings here to fit how I want them to, and I thought that you would enjoy something familiar and comfortable. Well Draper, I guess you are going to get to see the true form of the Chaos Realm."
Numair felt himself lifted into the air while everything started to spin around him. Colors and lights flashed in his eyes, and he hastily shut them, not wanting his headache any worse. But just as abruptly as it started, the wind and lights stopped. Numair, knowing what was coming next, braced himself for impact as he came pummeling to the ground.
Numair opened his eyes and wished that he had kept his mouth shut earlier. He was inside a cage made of some unknown substance that he had to crouch down in so he wouldn't hit his head. He looked out between the bars and saw he was on an island in the middle of an ocean of chaos bile. Every now and then, forms of creatures nonexistent in the Mortal Realm would wander by. Numair felt a surge of terror at the sight of each one of them.
With everything that happened today going through his mind, Numair closed his eyes and prayed to Gainel to wake him from this horrible nightmare.