Author's Note: I would like to say that Tortall is not mine, the characters are mostly mine, but not the good ones like Alanna and Jon aren't. Thank you to all that reviewed my story. I appreciate it, please, Flame at Will, I am eagerly awaiting any thoughts you might have about this story.

Chapter Three Memories-

"Why must I revisit this. Why must I even look?" asked Panil, knowing what this was. She never really saw what happened, but she remembered in the back corners of her mind. She remembered that the wolf must have taken over. The scrap of leather used to be a dog harness. Back at Fief Rosepeak dogs sometimes pulled small carts of fruits or vegetables to the town square.

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The wolf took over when Panil had been walking by the square and saw a master brutally whipping the dog to go faster. The cart was obviously over-loaded and the master just kept pushing. Dogs were Panel's favorite animals. She had a collie at home that she was reluctant to leave behind. (The point is Panil snapped) The wolf inside her leaped into play. Panil crouched on all fours and transformed into the wolf.

She snarled at the master of the innocent dog and lunged in for the first attack. Dodging the whip and hearing the crack just above the ears made the wolf furious, even more so than it already was. Moving in for the kill the wolf-panil grabbed the throat of the master and tore open the soft flesh that was there. The dog was still tied to the cart so the wolf than chewed apart the harness. People heard the man yelling so the wolf, harness still in mouth, ran for the castle.

On the way the wolf started to die down and Panil came back out. She was running on two legs now, a good sign. Panil looked down and saw that she was running naked. " What in the name of all that is holy happened to me?" Panil shrieked, "WAS I RAPED?" That question boomed in her mind. The deep down answer she found was no. "Okay, I am all right, just run through the back door, no one uses that corridor anymore." She ran into the castle and into her room and quickly changed into actual clothing. She found the piece of chewed leather lying in her hand. While dressing she never even knew it was there. She pulled on her second breeches leg and sat down on her bed, pulled on her boots and out the door she went.

Part Two- Morning

Panil woke with a start, feeling the cold sweat drench her nightgown. She pulled the quilt away from her legs and rolled onto the floor. She walked over to her washroom, and using the bowl of cold water, she rinsed off of her face using a soft green cloth. She sighed and looked into her mirror, and as she looked into her eyes, they didn't look like her own. They weren't their normal color of brown, and were instead greenish gray tinted with glints of gold. She jumped, startled with the eyes that were not her own. Her long black locks of hair framed them. Her hair had a slight wave to it and other wise was completely straight. She toughed her eye-lids and gasped once more as the eyes slowly turned back into her own chocolate brown.

She walked over to her shutters, and gazed out into the courtyard. Slowly, a door creaked open and she jumped a mile. Sean peeked through the doorway, "Panil, are you even dressed yet?"

"NO, I AM NOT DECENT! GET OUT OF HERE!" She shrieked. Sean immediately covered his eyes and retreated out the door.

"Well, just tell me when your finished all right?" He said, his voice muffled a bit from the door.

"Very well, Why the hell are you here anyway?" Panil asked, she was curious to why he had just barged in when the clock barely hit six thirty. "The bell doesn't chime until seven sharp!"

"I don't want to talk to you through a door, but I will tell you anyway. If we get to breakfast early, the king always rewards us with sticky cinnamon buns. Now will you hurry up?" Sean said, clearly irritated at her slow pace. Panil ignored his whining at the door and slightly picked up her pace, quickly pulling on a pair of plain brown breeches, a red shirt which hung too big on her petite frame, and a golden tunic which all Pages were expected to wear. Sean himself was wearing his tunic and shirt, and the red and gold flattered him well. Panil suddenly felt a light feeling in her stomach. I must be hungry, I had better pull on my socks and boots quickly. She pulled a pair of woolen socks out of a drawer and pulled them on as fast as she could, and put her boots on over them. She then opened the door to Sean sitting on the floor.

"Great, now that the entire page wing is already at breakfast, we can enjoy a cinnamon bun free meal." He moped the rest of the way to the dining hall. Panil did her best to try to cheer him up, but it didn't seem to work as well as she prospected it.

"Cheer up lad, the stickiness would just mess you up when we..." Panil stopped short when they got to the hall. Barely a soul was in there, that tables were nice and neat, and the warm gooey cinnamon buns were theirs for the taking. Sean yelped with joy and ran over to them like a little child running to a midwinter's gift.

"Thank you Mithros, Great Mother and all the gods above!" Sean said, clearly happy with his bun. He went and grabbed a seat at the long bench and Panil, with her porridge and bun, followed with a spring in her step. Sean's joy had also improved her mood, and felt that the day would go along well.