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Chapter 17: Hurts to be Cold

As she stared at the ruined plantation, Romeli nearly gasped in horror. How were they supposed to eat and harvest with their plantation ruined from the siege?

When she looked closer she saw pumpkin patches torn apart and tomatoes smashed on the once fertile earth. There were pools of blood mixed with the mud and soil. The putrid smell rose up into her nose, making were want to wretch. Not even the blistering smell could mellow out its wreak. Dead bodies of both Scanran raiders and Northwatch soldiers were lying in the mess with weapons still in their hands. Groups of people were working on cleaning out the field of bodies and rotten delicacies as they waded carefully through the mess.

Romeli quickly jumped off of the wall and into the fort. She spread her wings to slow her fall, letting her land in a controlled crouch. As quickly as she could, she retracted her wings, ignoring a few stares in the process.

At a sprint, she ran back to the infirmary and towards Lord Roaul's bed.

"Sir," she gasped as she stood at the side of his bed. He looked at her quizzically and silently told her to continue. "Have you seen your plantations?"

Roaul's shoulders drooped and his mouth set in a grim line. He nodded. "Yes I have. I don't know how we will ever get that place cleaned again. And our food is running out."

"I can help," Romeli said as she adjusted her footing uneasily. "I can clean out as much as I can with my Gift, and I can re grow the plants with my magic, but the seeds would have to be planted again first."

"Would you really do that?" Roaul asked with a hopeful gaze. The color returned to his cheeks and his voice was back to its natural cheer.

"You know I would."

Roaul grinned and nodded quickly. "Well then, I shall clear the scouts from their duties and you can begin." Romeli smiled.

Roaul sent a messenger to call the soldiers away from the soiled field. As Romeli headed out of the infirmary, she stumbled into none other then Domitan of Masbolle.

"Slow down there," he said standing in front of her. He put his hand on her collarbone to stop her from continuing her brisk walk. "Where is a little girl like you going to in such a rush?"

"I'm helping with cleaning the fields," she said as she tried to move out of the way, but Dom only stepped in front of her again. She glanced at him, clearly annoyed.

"How do you think you're going to help?" he asked doubtfully.

"With my Gift—and my plant magic," she said with level eyes.

Dom's eyes widened, but he quickly regained his composure. "You don't have plant magic."

Romeli felt like she had just been slapped, but tried not to show it. Instead she only shrugged calmly. "Believe what you must. But you're welcome to watch." She shrugged past him and slipped out of the infirmary door.

When she once again returned to the top of the wall and stared upon the destroyed place, no one was in the field. When she looked up however, her eyes widened at the sight of about twenty stormwings, hovering and cackling above the strewn bodies.

One stormwing, a particularly ugly Yamani man, hovered only a few feet above her as she stared. Romeli nearly gaggedfrom the smell and held her nose as she wiped teary eyes.

"Please go away so I can clear the fields," Romeli said as polite as she could when talking to a stormwing. Her stomach churned as she stared at him, but she kept her gaze on his muddy brown eyes evenly.

The stormwing only shrugged. "If you must," he said. He then flapped his wings crazily and flew away with the rest of the stormwing flock.

Romeli stared at the disappearing flock. It was stormwing habit to be stubborn and rude towards humans. And the way the Yamani one acted towards her confused her greatly. Did they know something she didn't?

As much as that may have been true, Romeli shook it off and turned her attention back to the fields. She summoned her Gift, letting the magic flow into her hands, and lifted all of the massacred bodies off of the blood-splattered ground. Gently, she added the bodies to a pile that the soldiers had already started.

Romeli closed her eyes during the process, her insides already feeling weak from the smell. Adding a visual wouldn't help anything.

With that done, she fluttered her eyes back open and gazed down at the bodiless field. She swallowed as fumes of rotten blood got to her dizzying head, nearly getting sick for the second time that day.

Instead of throwing away the rotten food that still lay on the field, she thought of a better idea. The large source of mashed food would be perfect for making a compost pile. First she dug a large hole some ways away from Northwatch, using her Gift and plant magic to hollow out the ground. Next she sorted through the large garden, picking out the rotten fruits and vegetables. Sweat began to build on her face despite the cold. The pile of produce was so large that she had to make to trips, sending one half of the rot to the hole in the ground, and then the other.

The sweat stuck to her arms and face, making the slight breeze's windchill seem to drop in temperature. She cursed the cold, the God who was stupid enough to make the cold, and anyone who liked the cold as her teeth chattered.

The miserable weather put her in a grumpy mood and the sticky sweat covering her body only make matters worse. She swore rather loudly and glared at the field, blaming it for her troubles.

While she fumed, she was at least somewhat pleased to find that it looked much better than before. But it still wasn't even close to being an acceptable place to grow more produce. There were roots and plants sticking out of the ground in odd angles and weeds had grown quickly, nearly dominating the whole field. There were large and small rocks scattered across the plantation and holes that could easily trap a foot. As she looked closer, she also saw crimson bloodstains on the cold, hard, and stubborn ground.

Romeli sighed with a shiver. There was no way she was going to continue working on this in the darn cold. She trudged miserably towards the toasty warm stables.

"I see you did a good job on the field," Dom said as he caught up with her. Romeli sighed inwardly. She wasn't really in the mood for a chat.

"Go away Dom," she said as she walked on. She didn't mean to be so rude to the sergeant, but her mood got the best of her. He wasn't being the nicest to her either, what was she supposed to do? Let him crawl all over her?

The sergeant winced. "Nice of you to be so grumpy."

"Nice of you to be so annoying." She mentally kicked herself on the head. She was in for it now, but she had too much pride to be sorry.

Dom flinched. "Ouch. A sergeant burned by a fourteen year-old girl."

"Feminist."

"And you came to that conclusion how?"

"Because you clearly are." She totally meant it too.

"I'm married to a Lady Knight."

"Congratulations. I send you my blessings. Now please. Leave me alone. "

"Ouch," Dom muttered. Romeli ignored him the rest of the way to the entrance of the stables. She walked inside without even as much as a goodbye, leaving Dom out in the cold.

OOO

Three days had passed, and Romeli spent most of her time with her parents. In their warm room. Not outside. In the cold. Much to Romeli's dismay, the days seemed to get colder by the hour. She could barely stand it now. The temperature it would reach in winter was incomprehensible.

"Gods Numair, what is this, the coldest place on earth!" she cried as she paced her parent's room. She felt horrible, she looked horrible, and the fort was horrible. Her nice warm clothes were gone, her horse was gone, and her friends were gone. She kicked the bed in frustration, but only got a throbbing toe in return. Another horrible thing to add to her list.

"It's only forty degrees outside," Daine reminded calmly as she stared at her daughter, amused.

Romeli turned to her with wide eyes in horror. "only forty! Only! What is wrong with you, woman?" she cried, arms flailing crazily. At last, she calmed down and flopped onto a sofa with her head buried into the armrest, crushing her nose in the process. "Go away," she grumbled half-heartedly, her voice muffled.

"Okay," Numair said as he stood up. Daine too followed with an evil grin as they headed towards the door.

Romeli sat up abruptly and stared at them. "No. Stay. Bodies equal body heat. Heat. Heat good."

Numair shook his head helplessly and sat back down along with Daine. "Looks like we need to teach her how to talk again," he said to Daine.

"Hey, shut up you. I brought you back from the dead," Romeli reminded, already halfway into hysterics.

Numair and Daine exchanged uncertain glances. They then turned back to her.

"As much as that may be true, there is no reason for you to be sulking around in this place when you could be hanging out with the animals or doing something useful," Numair reminded her as he stared at his daughter.

Romeli sighed and stood up with a groan. "But the animals are outside, and I would have to go outside to do work." Even though she desperately needed to work on the still battered up field, she couldn't bring herself out to do so. In fact most of the time she had been lazing about in her parent's room doing absolutely nothing.

"Yes but real warriors take chances and make sacrifices. Have I told you about the story of Lady Knight Keladry who feared heights as a page, but rescued her maid on top of Balor's Needle anyway?" Numair asked with raised brows.

Romeli's shoulders drooped and she sighed once again. "Only a million times."

Daine grinned evilly and laughed. "And with the way you are acting, I would think you were a court girl." That drew a laugh from Numair.

Romeli stiffened and stared at them with glaring eyes. "And that's where I draw the line. No one calls me a court girl." She walked over to the door and held her coat tight to her. "To the outside!" she announced dramatically, like a commander giving orders to his men during battle. She opened the door bravely and stepped into the cold without even looking back.

Romeli moaned to herself as she stepped into the cold. "Why did I ever leave their room," she complained as the faint wind made her cheeks rosy and face flushed. She watched the working soldiers, many with their shirts off. Thinking they were crazy, she walked towards the wall to resume her work. Her climb to the top was done so with dread. It would be much colder up there.

The field was the same as when she last left it. Roots sticking out everywhere, stone hard ground, everything. Romeli sighed as she leaned against the wall and looked down at the field. How am I supposed to do this? she thought as she shivered. She knew how to pull the roots back under the ground, and how to kill off the multiplying weeds, but the hardness of the dirt served to be quite a difficult problem.

She bit her thumb as she thought. Ideas and thoughts rushed through her mind. What made dirt soft? Water made the dirt fertile and damp, but it could also turn into a useless mud pit or even a massive sinkhole. Not wanting to take the risk of either of those, she erased that thought form her mind.

Heat softened the ground almost like it made a bow looser. The thing was that Romeli only knew how to produce fire with her Gift, not heat. Making heat was supposed to be a simple trick that even beginner mages could do. The idea was to take the heat of the room they were in and weave it into their clothes or something else, but Romeli had tried many times with no success. Eventually she gave up, swearing to herself that she would never need the trick anyways. Wrong.

Another idea hit her. She had heard about stories that came from the Copper Isles about marshes that became soft because there were no roots there to hold it up. Stories from Galla also said that weak or broken roots under their land caused many of their deadly landslides. What if she used her plant magic to move the roots away from the field? It may work, but first she would have to get rid of the rocks and weeds.

Romeli once again summoned her emerald Gift. She searched for all of the rocks, large and small. The search took quite a while as she skimmed across the acre long land with her mind. Despite her keen scavenging, she knew some had been missed—most likely very small rocks the size of pebbles.

She set the many rocks next to the compost pile she made. The rocks could be used for rebuilding the still partially destroyed wall that encircled the fortress.

Now all that was left were the massive weeds.

As much as weeds were not favored among people, mostly because they lives on plants and lands like a parasite, she still didn't like killing them. Killing a plant, even weeds, was like killing a part of her. Plants to her were not just green decorations that grew when fed water, but living creatures. Though they had no mind, no human or animal intelligence, they lived like any other living thing. They needed food, shelter, and love. When she picked a flower, saw a tree be cut down for paper and houses, or killed them off with her plant magic, she felt like she had just slaughtered an innocent organism, unable of defending itself.

A tree especially gave her great pain when dead. They had lived hundreds of years, watching the times when the ancient Tortallans had first come to their new home. They had the wisdom of a God and the endurance of a dragon. When one died, it was like losing a bit of history.

As she thought this, she stared at the weeds. Slowly she brought out her plant magic with closed eyes and cut off the life that flowed through them. A hole formed in her twisting heart as she saw the plants become one with the ground, joining once again with the soil.

Now all that was left was the cold, hard ground and roots.

She closed her eyes and once again opened it to the field around her. The roots welcomed her happily, though they were not used to such unique visitors. As she looked into their system, she found that they didn't like being open to the hot sun and preferred being in the ground where the water was. Most of them had the dark pit of the virus inside of their weakening bodies.

She told them, as if she were talking to a human or the People, that she would like for them to move to somewhere else under the ground, and she would help them do so.

A wave of happiness from the plants swept up her body. Gently, as to not break or harm the roots both young or old, she pushed them down into the ground and somewhere else to live.

With that done, she opened her eyes and smiled. The lack of roots under the field's ground made the dirt loose and soft to the touch. Though there were still a few more jobs left, like turning up the soil, dampening it, and many other things, she could do no more until the seeds were planted.

Victory swept over her as she leaned on the wall of the giant wall surrounding Northwatch, exhausted. Though it took about five days to do so, Romeli had finished her part of the field and could move on to more important and exciting things to do.

Just the thought of her complete task made a grin form on her lips. She felt ready for anything, or anyone.

She turned around and headed towards Roaul's headquarters to tell him the good news. She tried to ignore the biting cold on her covered arms and rosy nose. She sniffed, her eyes watery from the climate. Romeli walked faster to the stairs to get to the headquarters.

As she nearly came to Roaul's rooms, she almost stumbled into a pit bull dog ambling around the fortress as if looking for something of value. Romeli stared at him perplexed as the dog crushed his nose against the dirt ground, sniffing.

What are you looking for? Romeli asked confused as she watched the dog walk by still sniffing searchingly.

The God paused and looked up at the girl with beady black eyes, but didn't bother answering. Instead he continued his search, avoiding soldiers' feet as he walked.

Romeli stared at the disappearing figure with a crease on her forehead. None of the People had ever ignored her like that. Of course there was a first time for everything...

Deep in thought, her feet carried her across the fort. She didn't even notice burly soldiers nearly stumbling over her or telling her to watch where she was going.

When she reached the front of Roaul's door, she knocked on it loudly, waiting for someone to open it.

The person who did open it however was definitely not Roaul, but a short and stocky woman with plain brown hair. Her brown eyes widened in shock as she stared.

"Um, may I help you?" she asked cautiously, glancing at Romeli's green hair in between words.

Romeli froze. Why did she come here again? "Er," she started as she tried to remember. The odd dog had made her thoughts drift. She drummed her fingers against her thigh as she tried to remember. At last she did. "May I speak to Lord Roaul?"

The girl nodded and beckoned Romeli in as she opened the door wider. She motioned Romeli to sit in the small room. The wooden home was small and cramped, but it was cozy enough. There was a small heating stove across from her. That alone made Romeli comfortable.

After a couple of minutes of waiting in front of the nice hot fire, the massive knight came in through a door next to a small book case full of maps and—well—books. Roaul grinned and then sat down next to her. Romeli stared at the hot flames in the fireplace. Though her eyes watered from the ascending smoke, the heat felt good on her frozen face and made her feel like all of her troubles were melting away.

"Romeli?" Roaul asked staring at her.

Romeli snapped her head towards Roaul. "Huh? Oh yeah. Um, I just wanted to say that I finished the field and that you can use it for farming now."

Roaul smiled. "Very good," he said.

Romeli clasped her hands in her lap nervously. "Is there anything else I can do?"

Roaul thought for a moment before answering. "Well Alanna and Neal are back at their assigned forts, so there aren't as many healers here. Some badly wounded soldiers still remain, so you can always help in the healing wing. And then there are always the animals. I'll tell you personally if there is anything else."

Romeli nodded looking down at her lap as she sniffed. She was coming down with quite a cold. Sickness was a rare thing to cross her, but this virus seemed to be one of the worst.

"Romeli are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine," she said as she sniffed once again. "I think I'm just coming down with something." She wiped her nose on her coat sleeve.

Roaul nodded and shooed her away with his hand. Romeli stood up and walked out of the sitting room and into the cold. She quickly retreated to the toasty stables, dodging the many soldiers in her path.

OOO

It had been a week since Romeli had arrived in her dragon shape. The days had been boring and very cold. All of those days she had spent most of her time in the infirmary helping the sick and wounded. She wore as many layers of clothes as she could, but still had that terrible cold that refused to go away. Of course she used her Gift, but the cold would always come back. There were correct medicines and potions in the infirmary that she had been tempted to use ever since she got sick, but decided against it. Her cold wasn't that bad. Someone would surely need the medicines more.

The good thing that made the whole fort happy, despite the chilling weather, was that there had been no raids ever since the big siege. Everyone guessed that it was because Scanra was still retreating from the loss of their own warriors.

The soldiers had also been getting the garden prepared for growing, and hade been planting many seeds. Any day now, she would have to return to the wall to assist with her plant magic.

Two things were on Romeli's mind as she stared out of a window in the stables, in the dark of night. One was the sky. Over the past two days, there had been dark clouds seen in the distance casting shadows over the soldier's faces. The clouds were a magnificent dark blue, threatening to pour down its rain right over Northwatch. The worst part for Romeli was that the thick clouds always blocked the sun, and the heat, which made her more miserable than ever. A storm was brewing, and it wasn't a small one.

The second thing on her mind was her mind wall to block out her inner evil. She had been working on that wall for three weeks now and still nothing had happened. No flash of even a weak force field, nothing. She practiced too. She mediated, and when she did so, she would search through her mind for anything powerful enough to produce the wall. Nothing. The worst part of it however was that nearly every night when she worked on it, she had to face that evil. She hadn't grown used to it, but its evil demeanor didn't intimidate her like it used to either. Still, whenever she faced it or heared its taunts, waves of fear would sweep over her. She couldn't help it, how could she? All of her fears, lies, grudges were thrown at her, screaming in her ear. Everytime her lessons were done, she would wake up tired, weak, and in a bad mood with a massive headache. Her Guardians were losing patience with her, and so was she.

She sighed, thinking her life a broken mess, and crawled into bed to get some peace, or another frustrating lesson.

OOO

Another lesson it was. She stood there in front of Sclythe and Old White with worn down eyes. They too seemed annoyed and tired.

Let's get down to business then, Old white sighed, pawing the brush beneath him. Romeli sat down in front of them and closed her eyes as she looked for a memory.

She chose when she beat Alanna in their duel. Of course it wasn't strong enough, but she just didn't care anymore.

Ready? Sclythe asked.

Romeli nodded focussing on only her memory.

Waves of familiar pain crept up her back and entered her mind, filling it with disturbing pictures.

I told you I wasn't going to be easy on you the next time, said the voice. It sounded like nails against a chalkboard; it still sent shivers up her arms.

Come on, come on, she urged, trying to picture nothing but the memory. The memory played over and over in her mind, but it flickered weakly. The darkness around her was extinguishing. Once again she was swept of towards the monster.

Please just let it work! She cried desperately.

The voice chuckled. I don't fall easily, dearest. Only if you plead on all fours. Go on now.

Romeli shook her head. I'm not falling for that again, I learn from my mistakes.

And what a big mistake it was.

Shut up.

Oh, what now! snickered the voice, pretending to be scared. The little girl is telling me to shut up! What ever will I do?

Romeli didn't answer. She couldn't think or do anything but listen to her mind's taunts.

I thought I would never see the day—the day I shut the stupid girl up!

Romeli fell to her knees in her mind, and held her head with her hands. It all built up over the past week. Her dad dying, the cold, her sick head, everyone's stares, the evil she had yet to overcome. It spilled over and made tears drip down her cheeks.

Romeli open your eyes!

Chaotic eyes fluttered open. She was lying on the forest floor with Old White and Sclythe hovering over her. The Guardian's eyes were filled with annoyance and impatience.

I can't do this, she told them. I quit; it's too hard. The Guardians stared at her as she stood up and started to walk away.

Only the weak leave abandon their goals, Sclythe said in an accusing voice. Are you saying that you are weak? That's not the snakeling I know. I thought you would never give in. I thought you would keep to your word and follow through.

Romeli stopped. I've changed, she replied darkly.

That is no good! Old White returned angrily. You are the most foolish pup I have ever seen in my days! By you giving up, you are killing People and two-leggers alike! And have they ever given up? No they haven't. It would be your entire fault, and your homeland and the land of others will fall. All because of you.

Why is it always me!? she wailed exasperated. It's always ME who has to do everything, ME who has all the responsibility, ME who is different, why do I have the harder life!

Because that's the way things are, Sclythe replied with a hard tone, trying to force the thought through her mind. You have to have all of the alternatives to conflicts you can't solve, you have to—Romeli are you even listening to me?

Romeli stared at absolutely nothing as she thought. She held up her hand to silence them so she could concentrate better. After minutes of impatient silence, she spoke.

Try the wall again, she ordered as she walked back over to them and sat down. The Guardians gave her confused looks.

What are you up to now? Old White asked with an exasperated sigh.

Romeli stared at both of them. All I have been trying is memories right? At the guardians' nod she continued. But what if my memories were never strong enough in the first place? I think what I should have been doing is thinking a strong thought.

Of course, Sclythe said. But what if your thought isn't strong enough?

I know one that isn't, Romeli replied confidently. If I think about my Chaos Thoughts, then it will surely work.

Let's try is then.

Romeli closed her eyes letting the thoughts of her Chaos Thought sink into her skin and take over. The breathtaking pain, the cries of the dying People in her mind. She was one with all of them, a part of their souls; she was their soul. It was scary, yet it had the strangest sensation she had ever felt.

She felt the inner evil of her dark side try to come and enter into her. It was a minor annoyance, like a fly buzzing close to her ear, but something stronger blocked it. There was a wall of comfort, power, and chaos held between them. Of course her body still felt badly shaken, even pained by a quietly heard taunting voice, but she was too busy being swept off by something much bigger.

When she felt the tugging pain of her evil drift away, she opened her eyes to her Guardians with a lit up face. They too, beamed at her.

Did I do it? She asked excited. She was barely able to contain herself.

Sclythe nodded. Yes you did, but you only slightly produced a flicker. We still have much work to do.

Romeli nodded. I'm just glad I actually got something. The Guardians nodded and nuzzled her in congratulations before telling her that they had to go. The vanished in silver smoke at the same time that she felt dreams take over her.

OOO

Romeli woke up to a horn call in the morning. The call however was not a normal call, but it was instead the sign for friends coming to the fort. She jumped out of her bedroll and rose from the stable's ground. Weakness and dizziness from her cold and producing the wall made her stop for only a moment before getting dressed. She wiped her nose on her coat sleeve and laced her boots as quickly as possible. She wanted to see who the people were. If she was lucky, they would be her friends with her things, though that was highly unlikely.

She ran out of the stables, cursing the cold, and went towards the Northwatch gate where people left and entered, sniffing and wiping her nose the whole way.

She nearly doubled over as she stared at the newest arrivals. She couldn't find the words to greet them. It was such a shock. Many of the soldiers went over to them to greet them and take their horses, but she couldn't push herself to move from her rooted self.

At last she gained enough sanity to walk over towards the group and particularly one person. She opened her mouth with a surprised expression.

"Sister?" she rasped. The words felt distant on her lips.

Ah yes! Our dear friend Laloria is back! :D We haven't heard from her since chapter 1... hmm.

Replies:

Alyios: Don't worry! Not all of them are going to die:huggles alyios comfortably: all better?

QueenThayet12990: Um…the Ron and Lupin part is more like fact then educated guess. I'm still searching on the Snape thing. :hacks into the pentagon: maybe they will know…lol. Yea the actor doesn't. I thought Lupin would look cuter! I also wasn't too happy with the Sirius actor too, they needed someone younger and with longer hair, but I can deal. That actor makes a pretty good Sirius too. With your question thingy…she can't throw off her own scale. Otherwise she would be having Chaos Thought like everyday. Ouch…yes…you'll figure out why later. Thank you your Majesty.

Lalahatesperkyppl444: Don't worry I'll make sure you don't die. :Throws you into a styrofoam room with only a computer and teddy bear in it: there. Now you won't get hurt. Yes Numair will live…it would be mean to kill him so early in the book! I'm not even halfway done with the book yet. Lol. :pets obsesser lovingly: thanx!

Larmes De Cramoisi: dude…nice new namey thingy! Is it like some other language? Is she really? Darn it all…um…was this one any better? Yes Romeli has been very optimistic lately…silly noodle head. She's better in this one though I think. She's at least turning more normal. Have I gotten the plot line back yet? I'm working really hard on that too. Yay! Don't kill me for the cliffie…

Wild-wizard-women: you win the award for the longest review ever! Congrats! NO DON'T DIE:Hires Romeli to do another Phoenix Spell on you: better? Okay…

One) I did what you asked for My Lady Does that help your memory?

Two) Yea she was…she's even meaner to Dom. I'm so going to fix that tho. I have it all planned out and cool stuff like that.

Three) yes…wait and see. No she wont get stuck silly! Why would I have her do that otherwise? Lol.

Four) thanx. I looked at the map on Lady Knight! I'm such a cheater…

Five) lol. you make me laugh. I find myself to be very gifted at the art of writing people dying.

Six) Yes…just wait until I kill Myles! Then Alanna will be a big mess! If I even kill Myles…:shrugs: he is getting old. I liked that chappie too. Lol.

Seven: yes it was kinda confusing. I did it as best as I could, but w/e.

Eight) you didn't? lol…hey at least you were close! That's what counts! Yes I am so evil.

Nine) yea she's part dragon. I was working on her family tree the other day…it is so confusing man! Just…wow…

Ten) lol…I like to have Alanna Roaul moments…they make me laugh.

Eleven) mmm…yummy. Wait what? Oh…yea it was.

Twelve) yes she is! Even more in this chapter:dances around happily:

Thirteen) yea… here is your continued answers…

One) Yes he should. Let's just say he is obsessing over our protagonist.

Two) Yes…it's the exact same spell.

Three) because it's hard to believe. All the other mages died after the spell.

Four) lol! yea…I like my names. I'm gifted at names I think.

No…close though. Beans is a type of food though. Do not worry…I am going to change that part to make them a whole lot easier. And then I am also going to give a sneek peek to a following event. Mmm. You can't kill me with a moose assasin! All of them work for me! Lol. You can kill me with a radish tho. Radishes are my weaknesses. Wow…have fun in spring break! It's next week right? In CO we had spring break in like the middle week of March. I'm glad you liked the chapter.

Lost goddess of the shadows: Yea it is a little dark…at least I didn't kill Numair right? I'm sorry I scared you:hands you a lollipop:

Ephona: That must be a lot of homework. What are those evil teachers doing to you! Would you like me to take care of them with my moose assasins? Um…I don't know if they saw her or not…I'll go ask them. Kit is by the palace with Tkaa probably. She can take care of herself. She IS a dragon. By by my friend! Lol…so silly you are…

HyperLittleCat lol. heehee. You did? Yay I got someone to cry:does a dance: Oh…sorry you cried by the way. Good luck on banishing! My banishing day is next Thursday!

DomisMINE: I found her! Here is her sister! I find that really funny how you ask where her sister is, and then the next chap she is all here and stuff. And she doesn't know anything about Romeli or Numy. No don't cry:huggs tightly: all better? Man everyone is crying or dying in their reviews… it makes me feel bad. I guess it is my fault. Well I hope you like this chap!