Author's Note: Sorry for the length between updates, I kinda got attacked by the plot of my other story The Tormentors part of my Assassin Series, if you havent rad that you really should, great series but my favorite will always be The Shadow.

Anyway Sorry if this isn't the best of these because I just don;t like Daine or Numair, I'm sorry, I don't know why I just don;t so its difficult for me to write those.

Up next will be Aly so don't forget to leave some encouragement aka reviews ;D

I am not Tamora Pierce

Last Wish of the Wild Mage

His dark eyes scanned the area and he smiled grimly to himself. This was no ordinary ceremonious gathering of people, this was a gathering friends and family of all shapes and sizes. The chapels and banquet halls would not do for this meeting. This was an event fit for the daughter of the God of the Hunt. The people were crowded around benches and standing around in the open field but what was the most odd about this was the animals. All of them were as sad as the the humans. People -two and four legged- came together for their beloved friend.

He cleared his throat and looked out over the gathering with dark eyes."Friends,"he proclaimed, "we have come to honor the memory of our dear one!"

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The message had just gotten to them, the army in the southern dessert was about to be ambushed. There was no time to get the message to them any had to send her. There was no other choice.

She wrapped her arms around her two young children and kissed them both on the head, "I'll be home soon." The children knew their mother had to perform many of these tasks and were used to them yet they still threw their small trembling arms around her neck and cried into her shoulders as she whispered reassurances into their hair.

The children were pulled away by her husband and set down on the floor. He enveloped her in a strong embrace because he knew the risks of this mission and could barely allow her to leave his arms. She kissed her husband warmly and held him closely to her before she stepped outside onto the balcony and shifted into the form of a small and speedy bird.

The agile bird launched herself out into the day, she had mere hours to reach the southern desert and then it was up to those who would use the information, or hundreds would die.

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His dark hair was pulled back tightly as his eyesd drifted over the crowd. He took a deep but unsteady breath. "She wanted so much for everyone, she was willing to help everyone, no matter how big or small. She was loved by everyone in this room, undeniably."

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Her wings pounded the air as she flew south, this was more than the body of this small bird should have been able to do and yet she had to help the country she has called home for so long. It wasn't just the country that she needed to help, it was it's monarchs, her friends within the borders, her children, her husband, her adoptive family, and all of it was within this country's borders.

The land passed beneath her quickly as it turned into the dry desert and her small wings were beating the air ferociously. She was coming up to the edges of the scouts, she could see them wandering below her but she also saw the ambush party preparing to come in in on them. The attacking group would wipe the company out. There was no way around it.

She flew down as soon as she saw the commanding officers. Shifting her head to that of a human she spoke quickly of the upcoming danger. Before they could even speak to her she was off the ground and flying towards the nearest camp where reinforcements were available. A smaller party of the large ambushing foes saw her. They could have thought she was no more than a normal bird, but they had heard of her. They kicked their horses into a gallop and began to chase her while raising their bows.

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His eyes began to pool with tears as he thought about all that he had witnessed in his scrying mirror and shooing his children away that day. "She had pulled herself out of a world that thought she was mad. She made a life for herself that made her happy even if she could have easily had more. She was all that anyone could have ever wanted. She was a friend for those who had none, a voice for those who couldn't speak, the new life in old times."

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Her wings beat as fast as ever as she looked down on the camp that was not too far away from her original mission. The commanders were leisurely preparing to ride out. Then, she felt the wind blow past her as an arrow flew by. Then another. Soon the entire group that had been chasing her were loosing arrows as she closed in on the commanders. As soon as the army saw the arrows they were preparing for a fight and getting ready to apprehend the attackers.

An arrow ripped through her wing and she began to fall to the earth she flapped her uninjured wing with more vigor than ever, ignoring the pain coming from the blood covered side of her body. More arrows flew but this time they were aimed at her attackers, not her.

Her end was coming, she knew it. There was no way to deny it unless she reached her destination in time, but even that wouldn't help. She hit the ground hard, breaking bones in her landing as the commanders ran up beside her with shock on their faces. She fell out of her animal form, and was spawled across the ground gasping for breath as her bare arm and back dripped with blood. "You're needed north from here five miles, another company will be slaughtered without you--"She gasped in pain as she felt another arrow get past the soldiers and bury itself in her back.

It was too much. She could take no more. She would miss them all, but it was time to go and see the one god she shouldn't be afraid of but was. She one she was not directly related to, nor had any quarrels with; The Black God. She knew she should have argued with herself about being to young to die, too much in love, not having enough time with her children. But she had done what she had set out to do. She had created a better life for herself, her children, and for others. She had been happy and loved. Not feared, but understood. Not treated like an outcast but brought in like part of a family. But most importantly to her, she died for the ones she loved, and she made one final prayer to the Great Mother Goddess, her "Keep them safe."

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Numair Salamin remembered his wife, the mother of his children, with great reverence as he spoke just loud enough for everyone to hear, "She was a mother, a wife, a daughter, a friend, an aunt, my magelet, the Wild Mage, Veralidaine Salamin."

A/N: Once again, sorry its not the best of these but there you have it :D

Thanks for reading
KATE