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AN: Sorry if the summary was confusing. I made a mistake when creating this story and made two copies of it instead of one. I got rid of the first, it was called Tortallian Chaos, this copy is the one I kept. Please R&R I need them badly. Even flames I am desperate. I am new here and I want to be a good writer like sarramaks, and sonnet lacewing, himura seraphina, narms briton 44, the list goes on and on, I don't have rooom or patience to type it all. Please tell me what you think and if I should stop this story.
On a happy note this chapter will be deticated to Pink Squishy Llama, for she (she right) was my only reviewer. Yes TT and CL are in this I won't spoil it. But they do show up and I don't know who else will make an appearance.
An hour later Jon, Thayet, Alanna, Numair and Diane arrived, accompanied by George, Onua, Sarge, Buri and Raoul, arrived dressed and ready.
"One day I will seriously have to show you how people back home party. None of this frilly-nilly."
"That's nice and all but can we get through tonight first," retorted Alanna.
"Forgive my Lioness, she hates going to formal dinners," apologized George.
"Yes well it's time to go anyway," finished Thayet.
"One question, though, are they announcing people tonight?" asked Wren.
"No, why?"
"No reason, lead the way." Everyone but Jon and Thayet showed her where to go after introductions, and let her go in by herself through a hidden entrance; to draw less attention, not that it did any good. Boy circled her like flies. All of them wanted to dance with her. Not that Wren did, she was not a social butterfly.
One by one they approached. "Hello," said one. "My name is James, and what is yours my beautiful lady?"
"Why is there a need for you to know my name? Go away."
"But what is a beautiful girl such as yourself doing alone?"
"Tis none of your concern, go away," with that she got and walked over to where Diane was watching Numair dance.
"You really love him, don't you?" commented Wren after a moment.
"Yeah. I told him I was tired and sat down. Lady Anna asked him to dance and it would be rude to refuse."
"Oh well, I blew that," at Diane's questioning look she said, "A bunch of boys are asking me to dance. I wish they would back off; it's annoying. Some of them are in their late twenties and just augh."
"What's wrong with them being that old?" asked Diane.
"Well for one thing I'm not as old as I look, I'm only fourteen and a half. Now, where I come from girls as young as me who date people as old as that are ridiculed. Now if it was you and Numair it would be fine. You would be considered a responsible adult dating, courting, another responsible adult. I would be called an irresponsible teenage slut if I dated someone that old."
"Weird. Your home is very different than mine."
"I know." They sat in silence for a few minutes. Wren used the time to process what had happened that day, in her mind. She was jolted out of her thoughts by a strange presence approaching the palace within her mind's range (like Diane can sense what animals or Immortals are approaching). "What was that," Wren muttered under her breath. It couldn't be immortals could it. No, Diane would sense them. I'm sure it's nothing, if not I'll fight.
Five more boys came up to bother her, all of which she ignored. She sat there for ten more minutes until she sensed the presence again. I was screaming, in a way. It was like metal screeching nails on a chalkboard and all other painful noises. Wren clamped her hands to her ears trying to stop it. Finally she when got under control, she realized it was in her head and muttered "Miffiaton," and blocked out the horrible noise, but there was still screaming.
Wren finally noticed the thrashing figure beside her and realized it was Diane screaming. It had affected her too. Everyone was gathered around.
"Diane! Diane! Magelet!" screamed Numair, running through the crowd panic on his face. Alanna, George, Jon and Thayet were right behind him.
"Numair, move!" hollered Wren over the commotion. "Hold her still I think I can help her." Numair knelt on the floor and wrapped his long arms around Diane's thrashing body, immobilizing her, and muttered softly into her ear. Oh shit, thought Wren, I hope this works. She put her hands on Diane's temples and reached out with her power to grab Diane's Wildmagic. She took hold of it and made quick work of creating a barrier from the sound while the copper flame surrounded them. Finishing it Wren allowed the copper magic to return to Diane.
"Diane, are you okay. What's out there?" asked Wren hurriedly.
"I'll answer that," said a male voice near the balcony. "So our mages finally figured out a way to get us close to the Wildmage and her friends without her knowing it." A stormwing flew in from the balcony. His human half had tan skin and he would have been a handsome human. "I come to tell you to surrender. Between the hurroks, spidrens, centaurs, unicorns, flying apes, humans and my people we have already overcome your guards, you are helpless. Surrender. Your guards are dead and any more that try to help will be killed before they reach their post. You shall give in or die."
"What if I say no," said Wren walking out of the crowd to face him. "What then?"
"What are you going to do child?" he replied readying his magic.
"This!" she closed her eyes and sent a beam of energy at him, "Leave now Filth!"
"Bitch. You may have power but not enough to count. You just sealed their fate. You will all die thanks to this little girl!" with that he took off.
Wren ran after him yelling, "Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!" The beam of light passed over her in a second and she flew off after the stormwing. She followed him out to the battlefield. He had been right. The men-at-arms, Own and Riders who were guards were dead. Almost no one was left fighting. Muffle spells, she thought. The stormwing joined with other flying immortals and started coming after her while centaurs, spiderens and humans shot at her from the ground. Dodging everything that came her way she sent bolt after bolt of raw magic at almost anything that moved. After five minutes of this she started to tire and got hit with a crossbow bolt in the shoulder. Suddenly a wall of Numair's and Alanna's fiery gifts surrounded her in a shield. Summoning all the strength she had she screamed, "Niromicana Azaru Metono Martix Zinthos y Maxium Actum!" All of her power shot out of her and shattered the shield surronding her, forming little daggers and impaling and destroying all of the immortals. The human fighters were caught in a ball of her magic as well. In shattering the shield several arrows reached her and she started falling toward the ground.
A large screen of Jon's blue Gift slowed her fall. She landed on the ground as the Royals, Alanna, Numair, Diane (in Numy's arms), Buri, George, Raoul and all the others who had followed them came rushing to her. Sitting up she reached for the arrows that shot her and started pulling them out. As she did so she pressed her hand to the wounds and healed them. She collapsed as they reached her. "Sorry," she muttered with the last of her strength "I knew your healing won't work on me. I'll be fine after a nap… drained from battles… sleep… friends… hah," she sighed falling completely unconscious in Alanna's arms.
"What should we do, we need to move her?" asked Jon.
"She said she needed rest. If it's like the gift then she's drained. Let's take her to the infirmary," suggested Thayet.
"Jon, help me carry her to the infirmary, Numair bring Diane too. I want to check on her,"
"Yes," the men answered. Together they carried the unconscious girls up to the infirmary as quickly as they could, forcing there way through the crowd. Between Numair, his gift, Jon, his position, and Alanna, her sword they managed to get up there in reasonable time. Once there they laid the two girls on beds and closed the curtains, thankful that the few patients were sleeping.
Duke Baird, Thayet, George, Onua, Sarge, Buri and Raoul arrive moments after they did. The duke immediately started looking the girls over along with Alanna's and Jon' s help while everyone else talked, (everyone with the Gift had already spelled the curtain room against eavesdroppers). "I'm fine now," complained Diane over all the fuss. "Take a good look at Wren, she battled an army and defeated it single-handedly."
"Well, you do seem to be fine now. What happened, though?" asked Baird.
"Well I had had I bad feeling that something bad was happening, but I didn't feel immortals at all. Any way all of a sudden they got way too close and it was like screaming in my head. I think the same thing happened to Wren. Only she recovered faster and helped me overcome it."
"How did she do that? I saw the two of you glow copper for a moment while I held you and then it stopped. Did she do something to your magic?" asked Numair. While they talked Baird decided to try and heal the remaining wounds on Wren after checking on her during the first parts of the discussion. At the same time Diane tried to use her wild magic, Baird pushed his gift into Wren. The result was dire; Baird's green gift back fired on him and Diane was shot against the head of her bed as Wren sat up screaming.
"What the fuck happened?" she asked once she regained speech. "Looking around she saw what happened and noticed a small trail of her power's residue was in the air following the paths the two victims took. "Sorry," she muttered. "Gods I have a head ache now. The spell I used to help Diane didn't get shut off because I passed out. She by passed it willingly when she tried to get her magic and sent it back to me. At the same time the Duke tried to heal me or examine me or something and the gift he pushed into me mixed with the residue from Diane's spell, thus everything got mixed up because I wasn't conscious to sort it out. Now I have a head ache and have to sort out magics so no one ends up with some thing that isn't there's. Fun, real fun," she said sarcastically. "After I do this I'm going to be unconscious again no doubt. Don't mess with me. After a good twelve-hour nap I'll be fine. Diane and Baird come here."
Having them both sit on her bed she placed a hand on each of their temples. Reaching for the last of her power she drew it out of her self along with the foreign magics. Releasing them into the air she did the same for Diane and Baird until each was left with nothing but a smidge of their own power that never leaves a person. The air around them glowed a mix of green, copper and black. Carefully Wren began to pull the black back into herself. It was a painstaking process because the power enjoyed being free. Eventually she forced it under her control and started to do the same with Diane's. The wild magic was even harder but she pushed on. The copper became lined with black as Wren used her power to push Diane's under control with out them mixing. Finally she turned to Baird's power. It was the easiest because it didn't need to be sorted through and was easy the command after years of training. Once the green Gift was inside of the duke Wren removed her hands from their temples and collapsed on the bed.
Diane and Baird started to fall but Numair and Alanna caught them first. Sitting both on chairs they gave them drinks until they could talk. When they could it was Diane.
"It was gone, Numair," she said, shocked. "It just disappeared."
"What disappeared love, what happened Magelet?" asked a worried Numair. "Diane what did she do just then all your power just went into the air."
"I disappeared, I was afraid it was gone."
"Oh, sweetling, you have to be more descriptive," he said picking her up and sitting with her in his lap. She turned around in his arms and wrapped hers around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder.
"My wild magic," she said finally. "When she first woke out and I got shoved to the wall I fell my magic fly all over me, in the air and such. The same thing happened when she did the spell 'cept it left entirely. Before it did though, I saw it had green and black in it, not your Gift either. When it came back it was clean. But Numair I was so scared it was gone. I couldn't feel it at all."
"The same with my gift, it had black and copper in it. I saw it and then it was gone. There was the tiniest drop of green when it disappeared but that was it. When it came back it was clean and almost stronger."
"I suppose we will need to ask her about when she wakes. But for now let's figure this out to the best of our ability," said Jon. "First she used that spell and saved those children. Then she levitated during our earlier meeting before she used magic to change what she was wearing and her outer appearance."
"After the battle with the gods of course everyone saw that," said Alanna.
"Yes and after that she wasn't drained but proceeded to take out almost a whole army by herself," added Thayet.
"Didn't the lass heal herself of five or so arrow wounds after that too?" asked George.
"Yes and then she did that spell a few minutes ago. Gods she's powerful. What can we do with her?" Jon asked Numair.
"I don't know Jon. She has so much power. A spell like the one she used on the immortals, on a smaller scale, about a quarter of what she did, would've drained me for a week or two."
"That isn't the end," said Thayet. Moving out of the way she gestured to the bed where Wren now lay, levitating over. Numair looked closely with his power and could barely make out the invisible streaks of power moving from the air to her body.
"She's recharging," he stated without realizing it. "There is power in the air, her power. Her body is taking it back in. It's like if you put your power into a stone and then taking it out again." It's like that process but the air and earth and everything around her acts as her stone."
"But surely only a god could have that much power and do such things," put in Sarge
"Yes, but wouldn't a god- goddess be more careful and not throw power around. You know be secretive," added Onua. "Plus gods wouldn't have been shot and bleeding red blood."
"Not shot in general and also divine blood can't be disguised as mortal blood. It is silver," mentioned Diane. They spent the rest of the night arguing about it and discussing options until, one by one, sleep claimed them.
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