Yes I know for those of you reading my ML fic that I've used this title before but it works here too.

Chapter 6: Questions Unanswered

Lianne took her back up to Daine and Numair's rooms, where she would stay for the time being that night, in a good mood. After taking them all over the castle, both Ontillia and Lunian were tired. Lunian had gone out to the roofs where he could sleep better. Ontillia played with Sarra for a bit to keep the little girl out from underfoot while Rikash was being fed. If Sarra had her way, she and Ontillia wouldn't have gotten to bed that night. As it was, Ontillia fell asleep without even pulling the covers over herself.

Daine crept into the room and pulled the blanket over the girl. Testimonial to how wary Ontillia still was, she opened her eyes and, upon seeing who it was, just smiled, but Daine had seen the girl's odd multi-colored magic flaring around her hands before that. Going back to her husband, who stood at the door, they looked in at the slumbering child before closing the door.

"Jon says that they need to present her formally to the court soon before too many rumors get started," Numair said, kissing Daine.

"Why? It isn't like it's the courts business," Daine said, furrowing her brow.

"Yes, but she's from a war-torn country and some seem to believe that she is an agent sent to evaluate our forces in advance of the Saran army," Numair replied.

"I just can feel for her. She's lost her whole family and has been on the run for years. I only ran for a short while and even then I had Cloud," Daine said with a sad smile. Cloud, the pony that was the only other survivor from Daine's home, had died the year before, leaving Daine feeling empty and lost without her first friend.

"She had Lunian, and he's almost as good as human. I think the only reason he isn't completely clean is he doesn't have the hands to wash himself," Numair said with a gentle laugh. "She'll be fine. I wouldn't worry too much about her." With that, he kissed her again before sweeping her up into a bridal cradle and taking her to their bed.

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It wasn't until hours later that what Numair said about not worrying about Ontillia came back to haunt them.

They woke knowing something was wrong. Pulling on dressing robes, they went to the room where their guest slept. At first they didn't realize anything was wrong until they heard a cry from inside.

Numair opened the door to a whirl wind. It was eerily silent. The only thing making a sound was Ontillia as she cried in her sleep. Daine tried to go to the girl but a force held her back. Numair was about to use his power when Lunian burst through the shuttered window. Awkward without his shoes, he made his way over to the bed, ducking a flying candlestick. When he finally arrived, he bent down and whispered in the girl's ear. Ontillia sat up, startled and confused. The wind stopped and sound returned just as everything came crashing down. Luckily nothing breakable had been in the room. Ontillia looked up at Daine and Numair, embarrassed, and shifted quickly into an owl and flew out the window, leaving Lunian behind with the humans.

Lunian looked at them for a moment. "She says sorry. It was a nightmare."

"Will she be alright?" Daine asked in a motherly tone.

"Once she calms down some, yes, but you should understand that the men that captured her didn't really care about her mental stability as a wife to their lord's son. They just wanted someone from the old line to make their claim more legitimate." Lunian looked down and his feathers tightened in anger. "They did horrible things to her that she won't tell me. I fear that if she doesn't open up to someone, she will go crazy. Tonight, though, she just needs to rest and know that you aren't angry at her."

"Tell her we're not mad and to come back whenever she's ready," Numair said with a smile at the young Stormwing.

Lunian smiled back appreciatively and flew out the window into the pitch black night.

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"How mad are they?" Ontillia asked as Lunian landed beside her.

"They aren't mad. Worried, but not mad. You've won their hearts over already," he responded gently. They were silent for awhile before Lunian asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Ontillia sat quietly before saying, "You know more than I want you to through my little weird power."

"Little Lia, your gift is different from the Gift and wild magic, but you must embrace it. Besides, I wouldn't have known that you needed help tonight with out it," Lunian said with a sigh as they went through a long battle that wouldn't end until she came to understand herself.

Lia flinched at his use of his pet name for her. She looked up at him from where she lay on the ground, searching his face for answers. The past couple of years it seemed that he knew something about her but wouldn't tell her what it was. She had seen his warning looks to other immortals not to tell her as well. For the most part, she tried to ignore it and not worry about it because he would tell her when she needed to know, but lately it had been gnawing at her like a dog on a bone. "I want some time alone to think," she said before changing into a bat and flying off.

Lunian watched her leave and, when she was gone, he looked up at the star lit sky and asked, "Why do you not forgive her family? It wasn't her." Not hearing any answer, not really expecting one, he took off and went back to his perch.

From the shadows a tall man wearing a black robe smiled. "Soon, if all goes right," he replied before disappearing back into the shadows, leaving behind a black cat with purple eyes. The cat shook its self before trotting up and into the palace like it knew where it was going.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed and are now thinking a bit. Sorry for the length but I needed to get some things introduced like her odd power linking her to immortals. Hope everyone has a great weekend!

Oh just a few quotes that I felt I should add since for those of us in school are headed towards finals.

I have spread my dreams beneath your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W.B. Yeats

Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined.
Henry David Thoreau

All men dream but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes to make it possible.
T.E. Lawrence

Hi, Kokou here. Just thought I'd add a few more quotes.

Existence would be intolerable if we were never to dream.

Anatole France

I am a dreamer. I am, indeed, a practical dreamer. My dreams are not airy nothings. I want to convert my dreams into realities, as far as possible.

Mohandas Karamchand (Mahatma) Ghandi

Prolonged idleness paralyzes initiative.

Anonymous

Lost time is never found again,

John Hill Aughey

The way to be nothing is to do nothing.

Nathaniel Howe