Heheheheheh Chappy 10 lol soz im like hyped cause my exams end 2moz! Ohhhhh and smeone wrote that they didnt like da way i typed in authors notes and intro cause it made me sound stupid, but they like the stroy and plot...hmm lets think bout this...i wrote both...kinda obvious i can type short and long hand with easy which kinda dsnt make me stupid (diff story btw I will Fight, kinda dumb,needs fixing) ANYWAY...this is probably my fav chapter...and one of my best work if i do say so meself :) enjoy and have fun. THANK YOU TO ALL MY PPLS WHO REVIEWED!
Chapter 10
Jade stood with her face buried in Denya's chest, he stayed still, letting her cry. Time passed, how long neither could tell. He was amazed at how fragile she felt, she was such a strong person yet she was so fragile under his arms.
"I'm sorry Denya, I don't know what came over me." She stepped carefully out of his arms, he released her quickly, not wanting her to be anymore uncomfortable.
"It's alright Jade. I'm glad you finally could cry…" Denya remembered a time where Jade had never shown any emotion, she had laughed and cried, but no more than possible and the laughter had always sounded like there was something missing. Something vital, the one thing that would make laughter like hers music, the thing that was missing was true happiness. He couldn't remember a time where it had been there.
"What is that meant to mean? I have cried plenty of times since…since, well you already know." Jade said indignantly.
"Yes you have cried, but was it ever just because you felt alone and lost. Like you didn't know who you were any more?" Denya raised an eyebrow, knowing he had got the exact reason she had been crying. Jade turned away from him and walked over to the window, from what Denya had seen that morning, it was her favourite place to go when she didn't want to answer something. "Jade? Jade, I'm sorry, that was not my place to say. I am just worried about you, that's all. You seem so tired, you never used to be able to throw aMithro's shield…that is a really long way to come in six months. How did you do it? And still keep the strength of it with someone throwing a spell at you?" Denya felt so helpless. She looked so thin, more slender than she had ever been. Just as beautiful, but so very tired, like she hadn't slept in weeks or seasons. What had she been doing to make her like this? What has been happening since I left? All of these thoughts and many more tumbled around Denya's head as he studied the small figure of Jade standing at the window. A loud bell broke through their silent separate thoughts.
"Goodness! How long have we been standing here? And where are Jazz and Archer?" Jade spun from the window and looked in amazement at Denya.
"Not that long actually Jade. It just seems like a long time. And as for Jazz and Archer, I wouldn't worry about them. If I know Archer, which I do, then they have gone to the carpentry wing and will not be far off. Try looking out the window, they could be crossing the courtyard now…" said Denya, wanting to ease the troubled look on her face. Jade turned to the window and looked out, as she did she couldn't help but shudder in memory of the sinister shadows creeping across the darkened yard. As she stood there Archer and Jazz came into view, they stopped midway across the yard and turned back the way they came, like someone had called to them. As the window was still shut, Jade couldn't hear who it was. As she watched, the King and Queen walked towards them. Archer walked away and left the King, Queen and Jazz standing in the middle of the yard. He disappeared from sight through an archway. Suddenly all of her skin started tingling; a burning sensation started at her fingertips and continued up her arms then down her body, she screamed unable to take the pain. Denya spun, to see Jade lying on the floor, writhing in pain. He ran to her, unable to see anything obviously wrong. As he got closer, something stung at him. A fine, almost invisible shield was around her, it seemed to be made of lightning…Denya was scared at what that could mean. A swell of magic poured in the window, making him gasp for air and reach for the support of the nearest desk. It was malevolent magic that was clear; magic with any other intent would not have had such an effect. The pressure of it eased off and he staggered to the window that it had come from. Looking down into the courtyard below, Denya forgot about Jade, for there in the middle, was a column of blood red fire. At the centre of it were three black figures, slowly disintegrating. He tried to throw the windows open, to try and do something, anything, but the evil magic held them tight. He shouted spell after spell of unlocking but still they held tight.
"Denya! Stop! What are you doing? Why is Jade on the floor?" Archer's voice cut through Denya's wild panic. He turned around to see Jade still on the floor, now barely breathing as the lightning danced over her skin, clearly now. Suddenly wild footsteps sounded on the roof above them.
"Quick, they are going to get away!" Denya flew past his friend only to smack into an imperceptible shield on the door. Denya roared his anger and flew at it again. Archer raced forward to him and caught him before he could reach it.
"Denya! Snap out of it! What is going on? Where did that shield come from? It defiantly wasn't there a minute ago."
Denya suddenly seemed to realize his friend was there. His eyes refocused on the room, and then they flickered to Jade, lying shimmering on the floor covered in lightening.
"Regicide Archer! Regicide! They are dead!" With saying this Denya pulled a mirror out of his pocket. Four deep blue sapphires glimmered in the gold setting, then three went dark, the fourth flickered, the inner light slowly fading. The mirror itself was covered with a smoky cloud, no reflection could be seen.
"What is that? Why are they fading?" Archer took the intricately forged mirror from Denya's still hands. He wasn't even looking at the flickering failing light, he was looking a Jade's prone form on the floor.
"She's dying." He whispered. Archer shoved the mirror back at him ran for the door. This time there was no barrier to keep him in the room. Denya could hear him yelling for a healer, for anyone but was unable to move. All he could do was look at Jade lying there, motionless on the floor. He forced his body to move towards her, he had to save her, she was the last royal alive, and the mirror had just proven that. The mirror had been made as soon as the twins had returned to the palace. Each of the sapphires represented one of the family, the two larger ones were the king and queen, the two identical in size and shape were Jade and Jazz. Now three were just ordinary stones, since the life that made them glow was gone they returned to what they were before. And the fourth stone…Jade, was slowly fading. Finally Denya managed to reach Jade. He knelt next to her and hesitantly took her hand. The lightning that had shocked him last time was no longer there. Now her skin felt hot to the touch of his hand. Beads of sweat stood out on her forehead, and her normally pale cheeks were a glowing red. The heat coming from her body was starting to burn him, but he held on grimly, knowing somehow if he let go she would leave him. Footsteps pounded down the corridor towards the room, but Denya was in too much pain from the heat of Jade's body to even acknowledge that people had come into the room. He collapsed next to her, his hand still tightly entwined with hers.
"Gods! Look at that!" The healer that had come into the room stared in astonishment at the light that was dancing over the two, a mixture of green and blue. It outshone the blood red light coming in from the closed window, battling against it, pushing it away from the two lying on the floor It spread out further and further, washing over the furniture, smothering every last piece in the beautiful colours. He stepped further into the room, into the light. It crept up to him; he put out his hand with a ball of his white purple-edged magic on it. It quested over it, testing it for any ill intentions. Finding none it withdrew, it pulled itself back towards the still bodies on the floor. It then separated into the individual colours, blue and green. The healer rushed forward with Melissa and Archer on his heels. Not bothering to break their clasped hands he sent his magic into both of them, searching for any damage. He could not find anything, except in Jade, a huge amount of magic. He took a vial out of his kit, which sat next to him on the ground. Dabbing it on his hands, eyes and then on each of Jade's, he clapped his hands three times. Now he could see the magic twining around and through Jade. Lightning ran through her head, following the nerves all around her body, lava flowed through her veins, winds blew around her body and through her hair, and water flowed down her skin, making beautiful patterns. Clapping his hands another three times, he sat back and looked up at the fearful Melissa and Archer.
"They both are fine, this young lady here just has to much magic in her, weather mostly…highly unusual. The boy just took some of the excess energy, no harm done, just enough to render him senseless. They should come round any moment. I will be down stairs, apparently some magical accident was had down in the court yard there." He went rise, but Archer grabbed his arm, his face and voice harsh.
"You fool! Do you have any idea what is happening! Regicide! That accident, as you called it, killed the King, Queen and one of the Princesses. The other one is lying on the floor there. The magic in her, the weather is her sisters! She doesn't have weather magic! Her sister, her twin sister is dead, and you call it an accident! Explain to us how she got the magic, now. Don't worry about that accident, they are too late for help, they are dead! Now you stupid idiotic measly brained jester, explain how she got her sister's magic!" Archer voice had raised to a crescendo as the healer had spluttered through the first part, then went pale. His arm went limp in Archer's hold and his knees gave way. Archer wrenched him back up.
"Explain how she got her magic."
"Archer, stop it, it's not doing anything. Let the man go." Melissa spoke to him sharply. He glanced at her, then released his hold. The healer slumped to the floor where he sat looking up at them.
"Regicide? No, it couldn't be…" He whimpered, clearly terrified of the thought. Regicide could mean the downfall of the kingdom. If it was true then the fate of the kingdom rested on the slender child lying on the floor with lightning in her skin. He visibly shuddered, and stared at her. Stared at the flaming locks that were spread out on the floor, her pale skin, her hand entwined with the boy's.