A/N: I enjoy writing disturbing stories about Daine and Numair. I don't know what this one is about yet, but I will find out as I go along…
Daine was sitting alone on a tree branch. It sounds funny, but it worked for her because she was in a bird shape. A lovely Golden Eagle, her favourite bird. Their eyes were so sharp, and they were so magnificent in the air. She flapped her enormous wings and soared into the evening sky.
It was a pleasant evening and Numair was out for a walk. He had just had a huge falling out with Daine. She had accused him of stepping on one of her pet sparrows and accidentally killing it. He had, of course, but why did Daine have to be so uptight about it anyway? It's not like it really mattered. It was just one dumb bird. He looked into the dimming sky and noticed a solitary Golden Eagle flying above his head. As his face was tilted towards it, something fell down and splattered on his face. The bird had defecated on him. Numair shook his fist at Daine, because that's who the bird was, of course. He came up with a plan.
Daine was overjoyed at doing that to Numair. She felt as if he couldn't stop her ever. She was free. All the time she had been in a relationship with Numair, she had felt trapped. Now she had been set loose. She was too young to settle down. She knew that Numair wanted to start a family, because he was rather old. Daine didn't want to. Then he had killed Bobo, her sparrow. That had clinched it. She only needed one excuse to get away, and she got it. She never had to see him again.
Numair disguised himself as a peasant. His plan was to lure Daine to the ground whereupon he would capture her. He sat on the ground and placed some food at his feet. Then he pretended to meditate. His plan worked. After a short while, Daine-the-Eagle landed at his feet and gracefully, for she was an eagle, of course, started to eat all the food. Numair said a few words, and Daine was paralysed. He gleefully carried her backto his tower. He placed her in a magicked cage so she couldn't shape-shift and locked it. He laughed menacingly and rubbed his hands together. He could have a lot of fun torturing Daine.
Daine panicked. She had been stuffed in a cage, magicked (she could tell) so she could never get out. Damn that Numair Salmalin! If only he wasn't so smart. Her days of freedom were over.
A/N: Muahahahahahaha. I know. It's evil, but I get bored sometimes. I make fun of Daine and Numair because they are my favourite couple. Kinda dumb, but maybe my mind is twisted...