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Okay, just to be openly honest...

I got a little plot-twist happy in this chapter.

Song for this Chapter: The plot-twist song. SIKE! (see what I mean?) no seriously. It's My Vietnam -- P!nk. Song = totally this chapter like woa.

Chapter 30: Some Traitor She Was

James walked back to his room briskly after eating a large meal that his friends nearly shoved down his throat. He walked into his room and shut the door. Sitting on his bed, he looked around the room.

"Okay, I know you're here," he said looking around with keen eyes. "Show yourself."

Nothing happened for a long moment and James was about to give up. He sighed. Maybe he had been wrong. He was just about to stand up and get his book when the air in the corner of his room began to ripple faintly. The ripples increased until a shadow began to form and the impostor guiltily appeared.

James looked at the impostor with a frustratedly angry expression. "What are you doing here? How did you even get here?" He stared at her with confused eyes. Tears started to form and he shook them away quickly.

Romeli looked at him sadly. "I…I never left," she whispered miserably.

James looked at her confused. "Romy…what are you talking about? You're supposed to be in Scanra. What is going on?"

Romeli sighed and wrung her hands shyly. "Just calm down James and let me explain," she said with a pale, ghostly face.

"Well hurry it up because I want an explanation," James told her, eyeing his friend with disbelief.

Romeli smiled weakly. She walked over to James' bed and sat next to him. "When I found out you guys were kidnapped, I knew that it was surely a trap. I had actually been planning on this happening for a while now. I created an exact copy of myself and sent it over, knowing that with the powers I gave it, and the brains, it would do just as good of a job as I would have. I knew it was the best thing to do."

James couldn't help but gape at her. "This…just what?…I…well…arg! Just…why?"

She sighed. "I'm really sorry James. I would have told you, but it would have been to risky."

"You're lying," James accused sadly. "You're just my imagination and I'm delirious like my friends said. You can't be Romeli, Romeli was saying goodbye to me and leaving for Scanra…ouch!" James rubbed his head where Romeli hit him.

"Wake up James, this is real. Please, you just have to get it through your head. We won James…we did it. You should be happy."

James sighed. Maybe she was here all along. "Romeli…you're amazing. I mean…even Numair fell for your copy?"

Romeli nodded. "Well I did have a little help…but as far as I know he hasn't a clue."

"Romeli, he's a black mage."

"And I have the pitless Gift," Romeli countered. "Just because he's older, doesn't mean he's stronger."

"Whatever…Gods I don't even want to know anymore. I'm just glad you're okay."

Romeli smiled. She gave him a tight hug. "I'm glad you're okay too."

James held her hands in his as he stared deeply into her eyes, watching them shift from green to blue smoothly. There was a power that rippled through them that he could not explain. He had to believe her…everything was all right. And yet…who was she now but a ghost? Everyone thought she was gone, and now…well he wasn't sure about anything anymore. A fire erupted through his body as he looked at her. He never realized how beautiful she was.

Romeli smiled into his eyes. Slowly James lowered his lips and pressed them against hers. They were soft, like he was kissing an angel. He wrapped his arm around her neck and waist as he deepened the kiss. Slowly he parted his lips from hers and gazed back into her beautiful eyes.

His hot breath poured onto her cheeks and it was suddenly the temperature in the room seemed to rise.

"I guess it was meant to be," Romeli murmured quietly as she looked down at her lap. She smiled a small smile, one of unsureness.

"I guess," James replied. He couldn't believe he had just kissed her. They were best friends. But the way their lips touched, Gods the feeling…it was practically natural. Maybe it was chance, but to him it was fate. Their first meeting in the rose garden, that was no meeting. That was destiny. Would this be their destiny? As he stared at her…he just knew.

Romeli looked up and gave him a half smile. She brought her hand up and brushed his cheek. He put his arm around her and kissed her again…unable to look upon her without his hands itching to touch that velvet skin.

"I'm glad you're okay," James whispered holding her close.

"James," Romeli said sadly. "I have to tell you something. It's…"

OOO

James opened his eyes to a bare and sullen ceiling. Everywhere around him looked gray and colorless due to the rising morning sun. James' eyes opened wide and he sat up quickly.

What? He thought confused. No, that couldn't be…

But it was, he realized, as he looked sadly at the bare wall across from him. It was a dream.

Romeli was still gone. For some reason that thought could not go through his head. The feeling he had yesterday, the tear stain on the carpet...it just felt so real…how could it not believe it? Romeli had to be here. There was no way she could be in Scanra. She tricked them…we won. We won.

A tear slid down his cheek. "No," he whispered sadly, shaking his head. Though he tried to convince himself she was here, his heart knew the truth. This was no victory. This was the twisted imagination of his mind. She was gone, he saw her leave.

Dreams were so confusing. They were said to show fears, but how could this be fear? No. This was need. He needed her so bad that his mind had made his own little world for him to fulfill his desire.

And then he stared around his room confused. There was another thought. What was that kiss? They hadn't really meant to…they were friends. And yet his lips seemed to tingle at the thought of her soft lips against his. Heat grew in his stomach and spread through his blood. Romeli…Gods there was just something about her. It was hard to understand, but perhaps…perhaps he did love her.

But why did it have to end? He thought selfishly. It might have been nothing but a little a little dream, but it felt so real. It wasn't one of those dreams that seemed shrouded by fog. Everything was so crisp and clear, as life really seemed. What she said, well perhaps there was something else to it. This was no normal dream. Perhaps it was a message.

She wants to tell me something.

"Gods Romeli," he whispered. "Just tell me. What do you want? Why can't you be here when I need you?"

"I have to tell you something. It's…"

The sound of her voice through his mind…something was wrong. What if it's a call for help? Would he just leave her? But what would he do? He felt like a turtle on a fence-post—stuck and frustrated.

What would Romeli want me to do? He thought sadly. But that wasn't a good question. Romeli would make me stay home; saying it would be safe. That's what he disliked about her.

James relax, he told himself. It was only a dream…yes only a dream.

OOO

They had been riding to Scanra for about three hours when the group decided to take a lunch break. They were close to Castle Rathausak now. Only about four hours away,

Romeli sat next to D'mitri as they ate their lunch of potatoes and rice. She had softened up to the Scanran. He was her mentor after all, and she might as well be friends with him.

"So what is the castle like?" she asked him as they ate their filling meal.

D'mitri thought for a moment. "Well it's a pretty place. I've never been to Corus so I'm not one to say it's better, but it sure is marvelous. I think you'll like it there…you seem like a garden person."

Romeli grinned and laughed. "Yeah…I am a garden person. I love roses."

D'mitri smiled thoughtfully. "Hey, I know this may be an intruding question, but what are you doing here? I mean, why does the king want you? And what's with the collar? It's not like the King to bring someone from war and make them a slave." He looked at her curiously.

Romeli smiled weakly, she looked at him tiredly. "It's a long story. One which isn't safe to say here. As for this," she pointed at her collar. "I'm a mage. King Maggur wants to make doubly sure that I'm not any trouble. He insists I'm not a slave…I think he exaggerated."

D'mitri nodded. "I think so too. You are an odd person. I don't think I've met anyone with a shade of hair as peculiar as yours. Well, I'm curious to hear the rest of your long story once we get to the palace."

"Yeah…if I'm still alive," she muttered bitterly.

D'mitri looked at her sharply. "What are you talking about?"

She looked at him miserably. "I have a feeling I don't have that much longer to live."

"Oh shush," said D'mitri. "Don't say that. If you ever need any help, just tell me. I'm a healer, though not a good one—just a small Gift. I don't know if you noticed."

"I noticed. Thanks. I'll take up that offer. Hopefully we'll have rooms by each other."

"That would be good," he said. He looked at her oddly, curiosity taking over him. Who was she? At first he thought that she was just a freaky girl that King Maggur had captured in the war. But she was hiding something big. There was something to her that gave him this feeling that all of this happened for a reason.

"Do you miss Tortall?" he asked suddenly.

Romeli half-smiled. "Yeah I do. A lot. But I might as well get over it. I'll never see it, or my friends, again."

D'mitri looked at her shocked. She really needed to look at the bright side of things. "Why say that?"

Romeli stared. "I doubt there's even a chance that I can get out of this mess."

"You need to learn to have hope, Romeli. Everything is possible if you believe you can do it. I know it sounds cliché, but it's so true."

Romeli sighed. She wasn't really in the mood for a life lesson. "Okay," she said. "I'll keep it in mind."

A bell rang through the camp. The chime that announced five minutes until departing again. Romeli sighed and stood up, helping D'mitri up as well. Quickly they cleaned their plates and went to their horses.

OOO

"There it is," said D'mitri as he pointed to the distance.

Romeli looked up and squinted from the setting sun. Not too far away was a giant blob of darkness that he had pointed to. Romeli was suddenly overcome with apprehension.

"It'll be okay, Romeli," he assured as he patted her back. Romeli looked at him with a feeble smile. For some reason, the whole idea of never seeing Tortall hadn't completely hit her until now. Tortall wasn't her home anymore.

"Awww cheer up," he told her softly. "You'll like it here. Sure it may seem weird at first, but you'll warm up to the thought. There are a lot of nice people in Scanra."

Romeli nodded and looked forward. It wasn't the people she was worried about, it was Maggur.

After half and hour, they came to the large city wall. The wall was thick and high to ward off the northern enemies. Romeli looked around; the land was mountainous and high. The grass was crisp and jaded green. As she looked at the towering mountain peaks that were towards the north, she noticed that they were still covered in snow. And in summer? The cool arctic air was refreshing, but chilling to her skin. Sometimes her body would send out a random shiver.

The group began to move inside the wall through a great iron gate. Romeli looked around the inside. Rathausak was a lot larger and more elegant than she thought.

Scanra was filled with many northern trees and willows. It seemed like all the yellow stucco houses were placed in dainty gardens. Everything seemed to be formed in squares; some only the size of a room. Unexpectedly you could run into an elegant fountain decorated in flowers, a statue to honor a noble knight or a stone bench. Romeli looked around, feeding her eyes the unexpected beauty. Although Rathausak seemed just short of perfect, she noticed some houses that were pale and abandoned.

D'mitri noticed her astonished face and couldn't help but grin. "So how do you like it? Better then Corus?"

Romeli looked at him. "Whatever I was expecting, it wasn't this. It's marvelous. And well…let's just say it's a tie."

D'mitri laughed and nodded. "Just wait until you see the palace."

The palace was impressive. It towered above all of Rathausak like a protective mother. The colored glass windows spilled gold, blue, and green onto the cobblestone ground below. It was much larger than Tortall's palace, though not as large as the Carthaki Imperial Palace. They walked inside an iron gate and onto the official grounds. There was one thick road leading up to the grounds.

Immediately most of the traveling group headed towards the stables if they just went out for a little trip. D'mitri ushered for her to follow him.

"Take our horses please," said D'mitri to a stable boy in smooth Scanran. D'mitri removed all of his packs from his horse and slung them over his shoulder.

"Don't you have anything?" D'mitri asked as he looked at her.

Romeli stared at him.

"All right then," he said clasping his hands together. "Shall I show you your rooms?"

"Lead the way."

D'mitri grinned and walked briskly to the large front entrance. A soldier opened the door for them and they stepped inside.

Romeli's heart caught in her throat. The hall was definitely a beauty. The first thing she noticed was how incredibly high the ceiling was compared to the long hallway. It was at least three stories high making the chandelier above look like a small orb of light. For each story there was an upper hallway along the sides of the main one. It looked like a large deck. The place was blooming with plants, all of which looked foreign to her. The long rug was a rich mahogany in color and it accented the northern cabin-like, wooden look to the palace. Romeli couldn't help but stare in awe, jaw nearly touching the floor.

"So, you like?"

"I love," she answered as she looked around. "This place is amazing."

"Great. Let me show you your room."

He walked forward and towards a man in the corner who was sitting behind a sturdy desk. His nose was currently inside a thick book, only his balding head protruding.

"Hallo," started D'mitri as he tapped the desk. "Shoeinganpok frah Romeli rahmpok?" he asked in a clear Scanran. Romeli hadn't noticed how smooth and beautiful the language was.

The old man looked up and slid his half-moon glasses up his nose. "Ah…ja." He snapped his book closed and opened an older and thicker book. Opening it to a certain page, he began to skim it with his finger sliding down the yellowing paper. His nose nearly touched the paper as he searched. Once again his glasses slid down his nose.

Pushing them back up he said, "Romeli…Rahmpok swetsu lokeli und fripok."

D'mitri rose his eyebrows in surprise, but nodded. "Ackja," he murmured. The man bowed his head and the two of them were off again.

"What?" asked Romeli staring at D'mitri's perplexed face.

D'mitri looked at her for a moment and then smiled. "The King must really like you a lot," he said. "He gave you one of the best rooms in the palace."

Romeli bit her lip. He's trying to break me into liking him, she realized. He wants me to do everything he says because he is giving me everything that I desire. Well I'll have none of that.

"That's nice of him," Romeli replied. "Maybe this place isn't so bad after all."

D'mitri shrugged as he lead her up a flight of stairs and through a door into another hallway.

"How big is this place anyway?"

D'mitri sighed. "Gods. I think the people who built this don't even know."

They finally arrived at her room after many twists and turns. Truthfully, she thought she would never find her way around the place. They stood in front of an elegant oak door with intricate knots and flowers carved into it.

D'mitri opened the door and ushered Romeli inside. She looked around with an amazed face.

"This place is unbelievable," she whispered as she walked more into the room in a daze. D'mitri looked pleased with himself.

The room looked like nothing she had ever seen before. It made the suite her and her parents had look like a broom closet. The first thing that she noticed was the warm honey color of the wall that accented the many plants hanging from the ceiling and decorating the furniture. The bed was like a cloud, it was so soft. Even the draperies, the color of warm maroon trimmed with gold, gave off the feeling of elegance. She felt like a forest princes…

…And yet…the king only gave her this room to reel her in like a fish on a hook. He wanted her on his side. He wanted her to do whatever he wanted. Well she wouldn't fall for the materials he gave her. Even if they were so beautiful…

Romeli shook her head to rid her thoughts. It was a simple action. Don't swoon over anything he gives you.

"I never get tired of seeing this room," D'mitri pointed out. "You're lucky."

Romeli smiled. "I feel spoiled. Does the king usually treat his prisoners of war this way?"

D'mitri shook his head. "Not that I know of. And I don't think he considers you a prisoner of war. More like a permanent guest."

Romeli shrugged. "Whatever you want to call it."

D'mitri laughed. "Come on, let's get something to eat and then I can give you a tour."

"Alas, a tour. Now all my dreams have come true and I can retire."

"And what was another dream of yours?"

"Having a hot guy in my new room."

D'mitri chuckled as they exited.

OOO

"Romeli," said D'mitri's voice through the oak door. "Can I come in?"

"Go ahead," said Romeli waving a careless hand at the door. She flipped another page in a fascinating book that she found on symbols from the Gods. Evidently, it just happened to be written by her father.

D'mitri walked in and went up to the sofa where she sat. "Hey…you look great in those nice clean clothes. No offense, but you smelled earlier."

Romeli's eyebrows raised over the rim of her book and she looked up with dangerous eyes. "I'm sorry? Girls don't smell. Oh…and thanks," she added as she looked down at her soft lime green dress. "Some mental lady came in and nearly suffocated me with a measuring tape while trying to find clothes that fit me. It was amusing for a while."

D'mitri looked at her fascinated. "Wish I was there to see that."

"Touching."

D'mitri shook his head. "Never mind. I came to get you. The King would like to see you."

Despite her stubbornness, she couldn't help but pale a little. "Fine," she said snapping her book closed. The two of them walked out the door and towards the throne room.

D'mitri stopped in front of the thick double-doors of the throne room and looked at her. "Have fun," he said.

Romeli looked at him grimly. "You know I will." She turned the knob and walked inside with a stubborn and determined face.

The throne room was long and elegant. There were oak pillars that were carved in the shape of trees lining up to the throne in two rows. The long mahogany rug made the afternoon sunshine seem hotter than it really was.

It seemed like it took five minutes to reach the throne. There the king sat in his imperial throne bathing in glory. By the way he sat, you would think that he ruled not only Scanra, but Galla and Carthak as well.

"Romeli," greeted Maggur as if he were talking to an old friend. "I trust that you liked your room?"

"It's…great," she choked out.

"Good. I need to talk to you."

"Congratulations," she replied dryly.

Maggur sighed. "This may take a while, why don't you sit down."

Romeli stood where she was.

Maggur stared. "Romeli, now is not the time to fight me. Please sit down."

Romeli groaned inertly, but sat down across from him on a nearby chair. Her eyes could have peeled wallpaper.

"Well as you may know, by acquiring you my dear, I have won much more then a war. Do you know why I tried so hard to get you?"

"Haven't the slightest clue."

"It's because of your power. You have so much it's practically unspeakable. And, you may not know me too well, but I'm always looking for more power."

Romeli looked at him disgusted. "So basically you took me so that you could fulfill your life long dream of world domination as a power hungry dictator. That's nice."

Maggur grinned. "Not exactly true, though I have to say that that is mostly correct. But for me to achieve my goal, I need your help."

"Why?"

"Romeli, you stopped a war. You can control people in a way I've never seen before."

"Don't I feel special."

Maggur ignored her comment. "Follow me," he said standing up. "Time to work on step one of our goal."

Our? What is this guy doing? Romeli thought angrily as she got up and followed him. She felt like wringing his neck.

They arrived at a small room that looked like an office. Romeli looked around confused. What in the world were they going to do?

Maggur ushered her over to the table where many Seeing objects and knick-knacks covered it. Guards surrounded every wall. Romeli didn't even bother giving them a second glance.

"Now I'm going to give you permission to use your Gift. But I don't want any disobedience, or there will be a punishment." He looked at her with a stern face.

Romeli blinked back innocently.

Fool, she thought hot-tempered. What does he take me for? An object? It's like he doesn't even know I'm a living creature. I'll show him.

She felt a little tension release from her slave collar as some of the spells came off.

Now or never, she though determined as she stared at him. Quickly, she brought out her Gift in a flash that was so bright she saw stars. A feeling of never ending power swept over her as she threw emerald fire at the king.

A pain swept through her that brought her hunched over on her knees. Again it cracked, she felt like a dull blade had just stabbed her. Shivers of spasmodic pain swept through her. She growled angrily and tried to use her Gift, but once again it was shielded inside her body.

There was a cry in the distance as she heard someone hit the wall. A guard grabbed her wrists and tried to hold her down, but she kept on fighting. Again she heard someone else hit the wall, along with the sound of crumbling rock.

She looked up through her bangs that got in her way to see Maggur staring at her furiously. There was a burn on his cheek that was already starting to redden.

And then everything went black.

OOO

"Romeli?" called a voice in the distance. "Romeli wake up."

Romeli's eyes snapped open and she attempted to sit up, but she was too stiff. A rush of pain swept through her at the attempt.

Romeli looked for the person who called her name. She was sitting at the side of her bed with a cup in her rough hand. Romeli sighed and turned her head, not wanting to look at the person. "What do you want?" she said icily.

She sighed and looked at her sheepishly. "You don't understand…" she started before Romeli cut her off.

"No. I understand. You're responsible for all of this. You turned me in, you told Maggur about me, you've made my life a living hell, so why don't you just go away."

"Romeli, just look at me," she pleaded.

Romeli thought to ignore the demand, but turned her head to look at her anyway. Hate poured through her eyes.

"Hear me out for a second," Maryann said calmly, handing her the cup of water. Romeli pushed it away. "Yes, I did find out about you, and yes I did tell Maggur. But…I'm really not who you think I am."

"Oh really?"

Maryann sighed. "Yes. You see…I'm an undercover as a spy for Maggur. I really work for Tortall as an agent."

"You're kidding me." Of all the lame excuses she had ever heard, this…

"No. I've been undercover since the beginning of the first Scanran war around fifteen years ago. I'm the link of information from Scanra to Tortall."

Romeli looked at her dazed and confused. "So you're an undercover spy for Tortall, as an undercover spy for Scanra, as a cook at Pirate's Swoop."

"That's just about it," Maryann said. "So do you trust me?"

"No," Romeli said stubbornly. "What if you're just saying this to me?"

"Ask me a question about Tortall."

Romeli thought for a moment. "Okay…what is the only day in the year that King Jonathan does not wear his underwear?" Every true Tortallan knew that.

"His birthday. Which is March first. But if it's snowing out, he wears a thong instead."

Romeli's eyes widened. "Who knows about you anyway? It looked like even Alanna didn't know."

"Only George knows. I thought that Alanna knew, but I guess George never told her. Sly devil, that one."

Romeli looked at her thoughtfully. "This still doesn't explain why you turned me in to Maggur."

"If I didn't, Maggur's men would find out I was a spy. Don't worry Romeli, I have everything worked out. Hopefully things will go as planned."

Romeli groaned, another wave of pain taking over her. "Did this go as planned?" Romeli asked referring to the pain.

Maryann smiled weakly. "Not really. No matter. Let me check out what the damage is. Do you think you can flip over onto your stomach?"

Romeli groaned again, but did as asked. Pain tore through her until eventually she got on her stomach, gasping for breath.

Maryann clucked her tongue as she looked at the wounds. "They whipped you bad," she said as she ripped open the back of her dress with her dagger. Romeli felt blood trickle down.

They got her good, that was for sure. Two bloody whip marks ran across her backs. She was covered in red swollen welts, making her as red as a cherry.

"I really wish I had my Gift back," groaned Romeli.

Maryann opened a bottle of balm and began to rub it on her back. The coolness and the tingling of magic made her sigh contently. "Always look of the bright side of life."

"The bright side of life…I probably ruined the King's facial."

Maryann laughed. "Excellent."

Romeli bit her lip. "Are you going to help me get out of this place?"

"That's the plan, yes."

"How?"

"Well what I was thinking is first finding books. Tons of them. We need to find a way to break that spell on your slave collar and get your Gift back. But without the king suspecting us. When you have your powers back, I want you to act like nothing has changed at all. And then of course we have our own score to settle. To really break the slave bondage, we need to annihilate the bonder."

"You mean Maggur."

"Exactly. He's a tricky subject; we'll worry about him later. For now you know or goal. I'll be back here tomorrow with books, and the war will begin."

Romeli grinned. "Perfect."

Alas! A mission!

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