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You better not expect one next week, but you get one the week after...hmmph!
Okay, you might have noticed that I was bothered enough to give names to the chapters...bye!
Jonathan was surprised when the griffin landed in front of him and Thayet.
"On behalf of the people of Tortall, and I, we thank you –"
"Tsssseeeeerrrrrr!" The griffin hissed.
Turning to look at Daine for a translation, Jon saw her clutching her head and an exhausted Numair trying to soften the blow. Alanna, in the white dress with a purple and gold trim, was sending her Gift towards Numair so he could feel better.
Jon then turned to meet the griffin, which he saw was staring at him with intelligent, amber eyes. They seemed to possess a power in them, and Jonathan recoiled at the hatred and strength of the gaze. His will buckled for a bit, then broke.
The griffin, however, wasn't content at that. It pulled out a wing-feather with its beak-mouth, and then threw it on the ground with disdain. Next, it flew off.
Twang.
"TSSEEEEERRRRRR!" The griffin cried in pain as an arrow pierced its wing. It's flight fell a bit, then with immense willpower, it flew out, blood still dripping from the wound.
Stop!
Daine called out that word when she saw the griffin got hit with the arrow.
I can heal you. Stop flying.
What she felt next, though, was unexpected. A tidal wave of emotions fell over her, and Alanna actually had to run over and use her Gift herself, because Numair was too weak to register it.
- Daine, you're okay. - Alanna told her with her mind, pulling Numair away and into the Gift-laced hands of Sir Nealan of Queenscove.
The emotion Daine felt the strongest was hate and loathing. It was strangely, directed at her. No animal had hated her that much before.
That was the last thought she had before she blacked out.
Oooh, Neal cameo! You'll find out why Kel hates Daine so much...eventually.
RR! Or else!