A/N: So, a new chappie. This one's really short, I know, but I had to put it up. I apologize if none of it makes sense, butI will, soon. I promise. If I can, I'll update agaian today. But, I'm gonna be sorta busy 'cause I get to go see Bill Clinton at this thing tomorrow, so I've got to go get prep-ified. And again, none of this makes sense on purpose. Have a jolly good life! Rock on! Goddess Bless! May Your Swords Stay Sharp! Whatever. Rae, out.
Disclaimer: Only the plot is mine. Sadly. Or otherwise Numar would be mine and very un-sad, and I wouldn'tbe here. Jolly.
One Wish- Chapter Three: Orders
Memories and dreams
All flooding back to me
Sometimes I think I see you
But my heart was just deceived
Why is it only in my mind?
I want to touch you,
To hold you close and make you mine
Bittersweet illusions
Are my heart-breaking delusions
And no matter how hard I try
I still can't even cry
Are you really gone?
Or are you here beside me?
I've spent ages searching
But why can't I find you?
- /-
A lone girl sat, the pale stone floor biting into her bare knees. Her brown curls fell across her face, mixing with the tears that fell down her cheeks. The walls seemed to press in around her, the grey stone cold and heartless. There were no windows, no doors, no chance of escape. She watched coldly as drops of water trickled through a crack on the ceiling, falling in a murky green puddle at her feet, mingling with the pool of her tears. She watched as an image formed in the water. A lone figure was hunched over an intricately carved desk, his head bent in despair.
"Oh, Numair," The girl whispered, reaching out to touch the image, as if she could reach though the water and touch her beloved. But the image vanished the moment her finger brushed the water, and the echo of her words was swallowed up by the darkness.
- /-
"Numair, you can't not go! He expects you there! Think of the insult to him!" Alanna yelled, temper blazing. Numair shook his head. Alanna eyed her tall friend. His clothes were wrinkled and messy, his hair unkempt. Dark circles lingered under his eyes, and he was pale despite his tan, but they had gotten him out of his room for the first time in over a week.
"Numair, for once, she'd right." Alanna glared at Jon, and Numair was struck by the levity in their voices. Why couldn't they see? It wasn't that he wouldn't go, but he couldn't. He couldn't face the trauma of returning. There were too many memories, too many familiar people who he knew just wouldn't understand.
"The insult to Kaddar would be terrible. We still don't know if he'll turn out like Ozorne, and while our treaty from four years ago still stands, our relationship is still rocky. He specifically requested that you and Daine attend," Alanna instinctively winced at Jon's casual use of Daine's name, as if feeling the pain the racked Numair's heart. "We still need Carthak as an ally. They still have the greatest armies, though smaller than the ones that Ozorne had created. I don't think that Kaddar will understand if one of the seven Back-Robed mages just turns down his invitation, so as you King, I am ordering you to go."
Alanna sputtered, turning red with rage. "Jon!" She looked as if she was going to slap her longtime friend. "You can't! How could--"
"I can because I am thinking of my whole country, and all of my people instead of just one. We simply cannot afford another war. And, as King, I am ordering you to go with Numair. Don't do anything stupid." Alanna grabbed Numair's wrist, dragging the dazed man out of Jon's office. The King slumped in his chair. Why did everything have to be so hard?
- /-
AN: I know, another cliffie, but it's all for the best. I hope. So, please press that prettty blue button down there. You'll find that the number of reviews is directly porportional to my updating speed. (Can't you tell I'm in advanced maths? Jahhh... I hate geometry. blah.)
MoD/Rae, a Thing Shot From a Gun& Owen the Jolly Garden Gnome (I am just one person, I think, but Owen and Rae are my split personalities. Jolly, isn't it?)