This has gone on for long enough! I have been stalling for two days on getting this chapter up, and, well, enough is enough. I'm going to update!
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Claimed: I own Romeli okay! She is mine! Along with most of her animal friends, some gods, a couple people, etc. etc.
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Chapter Seven: Chaos Thoughts
"Goddess, Romeli! Are you okay?" Alanna screeched as she ran over to Romeli's conscious yet limp body. Daine, Numair, and Geirge also came over to her at a run.
"Yeah. I think I'm okay. I'm paralyzed though, just like Old White said. Something bad is going to happen, and soon." Romeli said this as she looked at George. The ex-thief gave her an encouraging smile. She gave a half smile back.
A couple minutes passed as she waited for literally the unthinkable. It was like turning around an unknown corner and not knowing what was on the other side, like being sick, and feeling that creep in the throat and knowing that the latest meal could not be stomached down. All she could do was wait for it to happen.
And it did. Romeli squeezed her eyes shut in pain as she gasped for breath that wouldn't come. Every square inch on and in her body was being pulled apart. Unstoppable tears ran down her flushed cheeks. She was in too much pain to even scream.
The earth started to rumble in tiny, deadly vibrations. Okay, so I got to stop it somehow, she gasped in thought. No problem. She pushed her plant magic into the ground and spread it around Pirate's Swoop, making the roots grow and hold the ground.
It still rumbled. She bit her lip until it bled and looked to see how far the rumbling went. When her calculations came full circle, dread filled her. The whole world was rumbling. She forced all of her plant magic into the ground, and pushed the roots to grow at a rapid speed. At last, the bone-shaking vibrations stopped.
Animal and human screams of suffering in her mind made her ears feel like exploding. She gasped and began to cough up blood that had filled her throat.
She made her Gift drain all the other Gifts surrounding her as the riddle told her to do. A deep burn came from her heart, making her feel like she was about to explode. Sweat began to drip down her body.
She then grabbed her Wild Magic and strung it to every living animal. It wasn't enough. Animals still cried and screamed in pain as their life forces began to drift. It was killing her heart, but she had to think of something to do. She willed her life into the animals urging and forcing them to live. Her already bleeding lips cracked from the pressure.
Thunder boomed, and she could feel the wind beat on the castle outside. She evaporated the weather with the human's Gift, trying to hold everything together.
Romeli's soul began to melt as she felt her own life-force leak away into the thick air. She felt her blood turn to dense syrup making her heart slow with every labored beat. Life flashed before her, but she dare not grasp it in fear of loosing concentration. She didn't care about her life anymore. All she cared about was the lives of others, and the Gods depending on her to stop it.
I've come here to warn you about something that will happen today. It's not bad, exactly, but it will become natural for you. The memory of Old White's voiced echoed through her mind.
Not bad my butt, Romeli thought, gasping for breath. And to hell it will ever become natural.
But then another thing hit her. If this was natural for her, then she would have to go through this multiple times. No way, Romeli thought in horror.
She felt herself begin to lose her struggling concentration as she looked into the reality of the matter. She promised to beat herself up once she was done with this for falling into the trap. If she did survive this, that is.
Surprisingly, she felt her mind relax as the pain slowly retreated. Her clotted blood turned to its natural liquid, stabbing knives of pain turned to only pokes of a needle, lips no longer bled, shakes and jerks turned to only cold shivers, and her magic ceased as she felt the world no longer tremble.
At last the lurking pandemonium came to a calm stop until it faded altogether.
Romeli opened her eyes and waited for the blurs to come to focus. She was stifled in sweat and the wooden floor creaked as the liquid filled its many pores.
"Everyone step back and give her some air," Alanna said forcefully. Her face was pale and weak. Inside, she seemed to be fighting an internal battle, wondering whether or not to heal the young mage. The rest of them backed up, also seeming to fight the same dilemma. Daine opened a nearby window to freshen the stale air.
Romeli tried to stand up to find that she was too sore to even think of such a thing. Instead, she coughed struggling to find her longs. She once again closed her eyes tiredly.
Marryann, who stood in the doorway to the kitchen, was pale and wide-eyed. She quickly rushed into the kitchen. She came out as quickly as she came in with a pitcher of water and towel. The cook handed it to the Lioness who took it gratefully.
Walking over to Romeli, Alanna wet the towel and put it on her sweating forehead. She brought out a fire of violet and held it in her palm. She gracefully touched it to Romeli's battered lips.
Romeli once again opened her eyes, the cool towel a relief to her burning skin. She was breathing slowly trying to feed her lungs the nutrients that they badly needed. Numair walked up to her, concern carved into his face.
"Romeli, what was that? What did you do?" He was scared. Romeli could see it in his dark, expressive, eyes.
"I-I don't know." She closed her eyes again. It hurt to use her raw throat. I just want to sleep, she thought to herself. Her head hurt unimaginably. She felt herself being lifted as Numair picked her weak and limp body into his strong arms.
She was pale and cold as Numair carried her to her temporary bedroom. Alanna, George, and Daine followed around them. Daine looked like she was going to faint worry.
Numair set his feeble daughter down on her bed once they arrived there. Romeli still hadn't moved except her too slow breathing.
"Alanna? Is she dying?" Numair at last croaked out. He couldn't peel his eyes away from the innocent girl that lay in front of him.
"I don't know Numair," Alanna admitted with a grim face. "It wouldn't be—surprising if it did happen. It almost felt like she was holding the world together back there. She drained my Gift..."
Grimly, Alanna and George soon left the room to leave Romeli's parents in peace. Sharpfang curled up on Romeli's stomach with only the thick blanket between them.
Daine and Numair sat at her bedside all night
OOO
Where am I? Asked Romeli to herself. Forest trees surrounded her, and many dead leaves coated the ground. It was the first time she met the guardians, but much more dry. The air was fresh and there was a slight cool breeze.
She heard a rustle of leaves behind her and immediately turned around. It was Sclythe. Romeli sighed with clear relief and sat down by the large cobra.
What's happening to me? Romeli asked sadly. She didn't look into the cobra's keen eyes, but instead examined the leaves on the ground. Sclythe's head and neck soared up into the air and he cocked his head to the right.
Romeli, I know this is going to be difficult to understand, but you need to know. Romeli raised her head up to Scythe and stared into his eyes, giving him her full attention.
You have a beautiful gift Romeli. Unlike any other. You hold dark secrets that were never meant to be told. Some that not even the greatest of gods know. And it's all in here. Sclythe tapped her heart with the tip of his nose. You carry everything Romeli. You hold the sun, the ground, air, water, fire, everything. Romeli, you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. Now I know that this will be very hard to comprehend, but you have lived every one of the People's lives. You are the People. Your soul is part of the plants. You are the plants. Every mage's heart is in you. You are the Gift.
Romeli stared thunderstruck…speechless…insane. No, this couldn't be me. It doesn't make sense. I couldn't live everyone's lives. I'm only fourteen, she doubted in her mind. She wished she could speak, but no words could explain the confusing feelings inside her now. She looked around the forest. I can't be that tree, I'm a normal human. But when she searched inside of that living tree, she sensed familiarity, a long lost ship of memory in a sea of forgotten moments. Romeli closed her eyes in frustration. Life…thoughts…human…death. Her eyes snapped open in horror. She understood.
You see Romeli; you carry the scale of life. On one side, there are the People and plants. all living in harmony and feeding off of each other in the circle of life. On the other side, is the Gift—the supernatural. This is balance of death and peace. There are time however, when the scale becomes unbalanced.
But how? Romeli asked as curious as she was desperate.
Emotion. When someone in the same building as you has a very strong emotion it throws off the scale. Your body breaks down, for the scale holds you up, and you are unable to move. You alone have to hold life together with your powers, Sclythe explained. He came over to Romeli and put his head over her shoulder in a hug. Romeli pat his back deep in thought.
Why do I have to be this way? I wish I never lived, Sclythe. No one else goes through this so why should I? Tears ran down her cheeks.
You are a gift Romeli, repeated Sclythe trying to raise her drowning morale. Romeli seemed to only grow worse. Without you, there wouldn't be world. There wouldn't be anything but…chaos.
But why me? I'm only fourteen! Romeli grew more and more frustrated. She hated this, and it wasn't fair. Of all people, it had to be her who mattered.
There was a twinkle in Sclythe's eyes. Was it meant to mean something? There it was the distant feeling. It was in the back of her head, but no matter how much she tried to grasp it, she always came out with empty hands.
Romeli frowned. So how much emotion does it take to throw off this 'scale'?
A lot, Sclythe told her. Sorrow for the dead, so much anger that one wants to kill, enough jealousy for it to be a cruel revenge, enough love to die for another.
Romeli shuddered. What's the incident called, you know, like a name? she asked.
The Gods call it the Chaotic Thought. Now if you don't mind, I'm needed in the Divine Realms, and your loving parents are waiting for you to wake up.
Just one more question. Who threw off the balance? There was a hint in Sclythe's eyes after Romeli asked. She then smiled, knowing the culprit.
OOO
"I think she's waking up," Numair said as his daughter wrinkled her eyelids and shifted her body. Daine rushed over alongside her husband.
When Romeli opened her viperous eyes, she looked confused at first, but then grew out of her dizziness. The antlered girl sat up against the headboard of the bed and put her hand to her head.
"Man, that hurt" she whispered to herself. Numair and Daine heard.
"Romeli, what happened? You've been unconscious for two days!" Numair informed to his prized daughter. Romeli looked at Numair like she didn't recognize him, but eventually her eyes grew soft. Her crimson lips lifted into a kind smile.
"It's really hard to explain. And since my head can barely work, could you get Alanna and George? I don't want to explain it twice." Romeli's eyes were weary and she looked empty, as if something hollowed her out. Daine knew she was hiding it as best as she could, but the wild mage knew her daughter like the back of her hand.
Daine smiled to her daughter and told Numair to go get them. Daine scooted over closer to Daine as he left.
"Are you okay, darling?" she asked as she worked on untangling Romeli's knotted hair.
"I'm not really sure," answered Romeli as she thought about her encounter with the cobra god. She had to think of a reasonable answer. "I guess I'm just in shock," she decided to say.
"I don't blame you," Daine said as she worked on the last of the tangled tresses.
Romeli wove her hands together in her lap. This is just too difficult, she thought angrily. Tears of hate, frustration, pain, and emptiness teased her eyes, but she shot them back into the dark shadows of her mind to be let out later.
Romeli was a difficult person. Her life—the sun that gave life to the world, was perfect. She was perfect. Numair himself said that she could make any man faint with a small smile. Her body was lean with a small back, long legs, and perfect face. But then there were her eyes. She hated her eyes. She hated the way they caught people's gazes and the way they changed, gently fading from green to blue. It made her sick.
To everyone who saw her, Romeli's life was flawless. Her parents were the most powerful mages in the realm and she herself had indescribable power. Her family was well off, with a beautiful house and enough money for necessities. Her aunt was even the King's Champion.
But they were wrong.
Romeli had dark secrets. The secrets one would kept stowed away. The secrets that could never be surfaced. She didn't know what they were, but she knew they were there, waiting patiently for her to find and cherish. But if they were welcoming new things, or spikes through the heart she didn't know.
She also knew she was going mad. Not a sudden jerk into oblivion, but a slight drip of sand in an hourglass, ticking by with each thought that flowed through her mind. Her soul, a chaotic pool of life, death, and the filling between, tugged at her heart. Slowly pulling her down to a death she would never find.
Her gifts were abilities from the gods. They were a curse to her. She hid that curse in her mind, never letting it out. The knocks it made on the door to freedom grew nothing but louder. Outside in the world, she used her Gift to her advantage, but every time she brought it out from her spirit, she felt that curse. It was gnawing at her mind, and she knew it was going to break through someday.
There were so many things Romeli needed. Her family had money, but money meant nothing to her. They certainly had power, but power seemed to be more of a burden than a Gift these days. There were things that were much more important. Love, friends, trust, forgiveness, hope, open arms to a flood of happiness. But acquiring them seemed too hard.
It seemed pitiful, but for some reason it seemed easier to save the world than embrace the idea of love, or friendship, forgiveness and trust...she could not compute the weight behind the words. With the world on her shoulders, she felt like she was slowly losing strength until the planet would crush her competely. She had a strong will, but the world was heavier. And to think that this was just the first of many Chaos Thoughts...
Romeli felt empty. She was empty.
Moreso, she felt dead. At this point, it wouldn't be much of a surprise if she was.
OOO
"Romeli? Romeli, can you hear me?" Numair asked shaking his daughter's shoulder.
Romeli's wide, possessed eyes snapped back to reality, and she smiled. "Yeah I'm fine Da. Just—thinking."
Romeli knew she wasn't fine, and probably wouldn't be for a while.
"Good. Are you ready to tell us what happened then?" he asked desperately. Alanna, George, and Daine also looked anxious.
"Well, when I sort of fainted during dinner, I was going through a phase. First, my body paralyzes so all that I can move are my mouth and eyes. Then I go through another phase. What happens is the ground will begin to split in two, weather will go bizarre, people with the Gift will feel pain, and animals will slowly begin to die." Romeli paused and breathed. Even though she didn't actually see the consequences of the Choas Thoughts, the looks on the grownups' faces told her it was true. "And the hard part is that it's up to me to stop this. I have to grow roots in the ground to bind the earth together. All of the earth. Next I have to drain everyone's Gift, otherwise they will corrupt. The bad thing was that I felt like I was going to burst, and I held all the pain in your stead. I had to pour my Wild Magic and some of my life force into the animals to make them live. That was the hardest. I felt like I was going to die. Last I had to stop the weather. I used the human Gifts to do that. But then I had to hold everything, and that felt like eternity."
"...All at the same time?" Numair asked dumfounded. "Romeli, that's impossible." Everyone else also looked at Romeli with confusion.
"It's not impossible becauseI did it." Romeli snapped. Her temper was slowly growing.
"Why is it only you?" asked Daine. "And why does this happen? It hasn't happened before."
Romeli took a deep breath and stroked Sharpfang. "It happens because my powers are growing," she told them tiredly. She deliberately left out the part about the scale, deciding that if she couldn't understand it fully, than neither could they. "Now that I'm actually strong enough to handle it, it happens, if that makes sense. And the whole process is triggered by an intense amount of emotion. Alanna, I'm sure, has something to say about that."
Alanna blushed a strawberry red. "I guess I lost my temper a little," She confessed sheepishly.
"A little? Darlin', you shook the castle with yer anger. I never thought yer roar could destroy the world." George joked. He put his hand on his wife's shoulder with a firm grip. Alanna's blush deepened.
"Do you think I could have something to eat? I'm kind of hungry." Romeli asked. Her stomach began to growl as she spoke.
As if on cue, Maryann came in with a plate of toast, eggs, and a couple of rolls. Romeli thanked her and dug into the delightful food.
The four adults left her in peace with Sharpfang as she ate her meal. She waved them off with a smile. When she was finished a few minutes later, she decided to bring her plate down to the kitchen to save Marryann the trouble.
She gently slipped out of her covers making sure that she didn't upset Sharpfang, and went down the stairs, carrying her plate and utensils.
When she at last arrived at the closed door to the kitchen, she could her voices within the room.
"…think I found it," said the slightly familiar voice of Maryann. She also heard a more faded voice, though she couldn't hear what it said in reply. Before she could change her ears to bat ones, the voice vanished abruptly. It felt like the perfect time to open the door.
When she did, she could see Maryann fumble with something in front of her, but her back blocked her from the view. The cook obviously didn't hear her come in.
"Um, hi," said Romeli to cook. Maryann nearly jumped in shock, and hid the item she was fumbling with as she turned around. At first she looked a little shocked and worried, but it was soon replaced with a kind smile.
"Hello, My Lady." Maryann said as she curtsied. "How may I help you?"
Romeli frowned. She didn't like how commoners called nobles such names. Of course it made sense with kings, but nobles expected too much from the villagers. Not once did she think it was fair. Everyone was equal, afterall. She pitied the nobles that spat at every commoner they saw. Some of them thought they were royalty. The factor that really made her mad was that the commoners did all the work, and the rich people got the credit. Of course some protected them like they were supposed to do, but many had soft hands.
"No I don't need anything. I just wanted to bring my dishes to you to save you a trip," Romeli said as the thoughts still drifted in her mind. Maryann's eyes softened in awe.
"Thank you, you can just put it on the counter there," Maryann said as she pointed to the island counter. Romeli put it down where the cook instructed.
"Would you like any help?" Romeli inquired innocently.
Maryann's eyes widened another half inch in surprise, but soon blocked the feeling away. The busy cook thought for a moment. "Sure, I was just going to start making cookies as a snack for the castle staff."
Romeli nodded as she smiled. "I would love to help."
"Okay, could you get the flour bag from the cabinet above there?" Romeli happily grabbed a large and heavy bag next to a basin full of water.
When Romeli handed the flour to the chef, she put three cups of flour in a large bowl. When she was about to add the forth and last cup, she accidentally stumbled on a misplaced stone on the floor. The cup of flour flew out of her nimble hands and at Romeli, covering her in the powdery substance.
"Goodness, My Lady! I'm so sorry, here let me help you…" but Marryann stopped when she realized that Romeli was laughing. The cook's face turned from worried to confused.
Romeli laughed even harder when she picked up some flour with her hands and threw it at Maryann. Soon enough they were in a flour fight, covering the whole kitchen in the grain. By the time both of them had their share in throwing, they were covered head to toe in flour.
Romeli was looking forward to the tedious task of cleaning, even though it would be hard. Maryann was a very nice woman. She was confident and kind. She could stand up to a noble, and knew how to carry herself.
The task was twice as fun as making the mess in the first place. It moved along quickly with the help of her Gift. For once, all the worries that were pulling her down decided to give her a break. Never before had she felt so—free.
When they finished an hour later, the kitchen was sparkling in cleanliness and had a strong smell of freshly baked cookies. Maryann and Romeli decided to taste them to make sure they were okay. Both of them ate more than one, just to be on the safe side.
"These are delicious." Romeli complimented. "I don't understand how one can make such scrumptious foods."
"Well one has always enjoyed the culinary arts," Maryann informed as a mock noble. Both of them laughed some more.
Romeli soon noticed the time, it was afternoon and the only thing that she did all day was have fun with Maryann. But before she did anything else, she had to check up on Sharpfang.
Hey are you okay, Sharpfang? she called through her mind. Maryann excused herself from the kitchen to check on the castle staff, a tray of cookies at hand.
Yes I'm fine. I'm just basking in the sun. It feels so good. The cobra seemed content, but Romeli wanted to make sure that such an unsuitable place for a cobra was okay.
Okay. Just make sure you don't burn yourself. We're going to have to do something about your environment.
I agree. Even though these pillow things are quite comfy. Romeli laughed at that.
When she said her good-byes to Maryann, she went to hunt for her family. She had a question that was burning in her mind, pleading to be asked, and a faint uncomfortable feeling was creeping inside of her.
Numair she guessed would be in the study, but for once he wasn't in there. No one was in there except for a maid dusting a bookshelf.
"Excuse me?" Romeli asked stepping closer to the maid. "Have you seen Daine or Numair?"
The servant was surprised at first, and tried to peel her eyes off of Romeli's hair. "I'm sorry, but I haven't seen them all day."
Romeli thanked the servant for the information, and headed outside where Daine might be.
Sure enough, when the girl checked behind the elegant stables, Daine was there talking to a colorful fox.
"Hi, Ma." Romeli greeted as she sat next to her foster mother.
"Hi. Would you like any help with anything?" Daine asked as she watched the fox greet and sniff Romeli.
Romeli pretended to look offended. "Can't a daughter talk to her kin every once in a while?"
"I'm oh so sorry to offend you dearest," joked Daine playing along. "Now what's your problem."
Romeli glared at the other wild mage. Daine knew her too well. "I was wondering if you and Numair could train me to be more confident, and work on strategy and stuff like that." Romeli scratched an itchy spot on the fox's coat, who lolled out his tongue happily.
Daine looked at Romeli thoughtfully. It was true that Romeli's strategy and confidence could use a bit of work. "I'm sure your dad and I would love to help you." A grin spread across Romeli's face.
"Do you think we could start once we get on the road to Corus? We should leave earlier. I'm having a feeling that the trip will take longer than we think. It was true; she felt an odd sense of danger, and now that she acknowledged it, it felt grew stronger by the second.
Daine learned to trust Romeli's instinct—she seemed to always be right with such things. The wild mage looked at her daughter thoughtfully. Countless times, Romeli had saved both herself and her loving husband from danger. The first of such memories involved a flock of vicious stormwings looking for someone to kill just outside their home. She shuddered at the memory.
"That's probably a good idea," Daine said once she came out of her short reverie.
Romeli smiled a cheerful smile and nodded. "We can never be too careful you know." Daine also nodded at that.
"I'll inform Numair and Alanna that we should pack today and leave tomorrow morning," Daine informed her as she dusted off a stray leaf that landed on her shirt.
What Romeli didn't want to see on her mother's face was what she unfortunately saw. Oh great. Now she's going to ask me if I'm okay and try to comfort me through my 'hardships'. I hate people feeling sorry for me. It makes me feel singled out. And I already have enough of that.
"Romeli will you be alright? What happened last night was kind of surprising." Her eyes were flooded with concern and she wiped sweaty palms on her breeches.
Romeli sighed to herself. I guess my parent's job is to be concerned over such things. I just gave myself a shock that's all. "I'll be fine really. I can take care of myself," She reassured.
"I know, but it's just shocking to find that my daughter has this burden, and for no real reason save for emotion. It's just weird to me."
Romeli looked down. She hated lying, but she would hate telling her parents about the scale she held inside even more. "I'm fine. It will be a while until I get over it, but I have a cool head." And with that as a goodbye, she walked off toward her room to find a solution for Sharpfang's habitat, and to pack.
OOO
Hey Sharpfang, what's your favorite plant? Romeli asked on the matter of the cobra's habitat. She was sitting on the floor in her room watching Sharpfang bask in the delightful rays of the afternoon sun.
I rather like soft grass and maybe a couple patches of dried moss here and there, answered Sharpfang. The heat from the sun was filling him with energy.
Romeli nodded as she poured dirt into a large glass case. The dirt was raw just the way she like it with growing plants. She knew how to grow grass easily, but moss was a different story. It took a lot of water to grow such a plant. It would be easier to just hunt for some, but it wasn't like her to turn down a challenge.
First she grew the grass. Taking the moisture from the air, the light from the sun, and the magic from herself, she combined it all together and willed it all to grow in the glass case. At first the newly sprouted seeds fought against her, but they soon learned better. They shuddered in one last attempt and surrendered.
Sweat dripped down Romeli's smooth face only to be shaken away. Romeli soon went into oblivion as she only concentrated on the tiny green stems that were beginning to pop out of the fresh soil.
Soon enough, the ground of the container was coated in green. When she patted it down, it was as soft as a goose-down pillow.
Okay time for the moss. She knew she needed much more water for the unique plant, so she used water from her canteen Moss needed little sunlight, so she grabbed only a couple of rays. Last, she poured out the magic from inside of her and threaded it together in certain places in the dirt.
Romeli's clothes were soon saturated in sweat as she concentrated more and more. She didn't even notice her eyes sting when sweat seeped slowly into them.
I really need to practice my plant magic more, Romeli thought as she saw the tiny puffs of green start to sprout. I'm already beginning to get tired after two plants! Now that she looked back, she had no idea how she survived the ordeal of the Chaos Thoughts.
She shook the exhaustion away as she saw the mossy clumps become bigger. Once they were a suitable size for Sharpfang's new home, she cut off the roots so they would become dry. Romeli hated killing off newborn plants that she had created, but it was for a good reason. At least Sharpfang would be happy.
Romeli then added a couple of rocks that would absorb heat, and a dead branch for a hiding place. To top the already beautiful case off, Romeli added a little pond with fresh clean water in it.
Romeli knew that transporting the large case would cause a problem, but she had a plan to make it more mobile. It was good that she knew how to use a shrinking spell. She could shrink the case until it fit perfectly in her palm.
Sharpfang do you want to try out your new home? Romeli asked with a grin.
Yes, I would, Said the snake with a flick of his tail. Romeli came over and cradled Sharpfang in her arms.
She set him down on the ground and told him to stay put as she opened up the side of the case for an entrance. Once Sharpfang slipped inside, he examined every nook and cranny with his curious tongue. To Romeli's joy, Sharpfang hummed with content.
Just like home, Sharpfang announced joyously.
Romeli was glad to hear it.
OOO
The dinner that night was very enjoyable to her older friends. She savored the time she had with Uncle George knowing that he was staying at his home until needed.
Romeli felt sorry for George. He had no kids to look after since they were all grown. His rouge days, now over, left him with rarely any adventures as spymaster. Of course, the spy work was always there to work on, especially with Scanra raiding and a war breaking loose. But Romeli thought it would get tedious. She liked new things. A routine done everyday was boring. Her need for adventure was a daily annoyance.
But at last her wish came true when they were ordered out.
During dinner, Daine informed Numair, Alanna, and George that they should leave tomorrow morning. Romeli was relieved that Daine didn't mention anything about her feelings for trouble. She didn't need more people concerned for her. It was also a good thing that Numair and Alanna didn't voice a complaint, but instead complimented Daine on the idea.
Romeli chewed a slice of chicken as the parents debated over sorcery. Romeli herself wasn't interested in the conversation and instead thought of the trip. That tugging feeling of trouble was giving her headaches. It was starting to bring a rarely seen temper.
She asked to be excused from the table and rushed upstairs to finish her packing and talk to her animal companions.
Okay. Random thought.
HOW COOL WOULD IT BE TO BE AN AMOEBAE?!?! LIKE WOAH.