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The end of the Trilogy, I mean. Because Heather-Dragon wanted writings, and I say, have at it.
The sky was blue, the ocean was blue, they merged at what could charitably be called a horizon miles and miles away in a fog of color. The Lighthouse stood on a spit of land just off to the left, tall and proud.
Marisa glanced at Yanie, whose dark eyes were smiling as contently as her mouth. "I think," she said, "that this is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."
Arrions suddenly gasped and tugged on Marisa's sleeve. "Look!"
They all looked, automatically.
Two dozen at least of the Dragons were flying in the north, spinning and tumbling, and Marisa imagined that she could faintly hear the laughter of the Riders.
Rasha cleared her throat. "So, you stand before your god. Is there anything else you'd like while I'm at it?"
Arrions tilted his head. "You're not my god. But...would you do something for me anyway?"
Rasha considered that, then sighed. "Yes, I suppose. What?"
He shoved Mi-Sheir forward, ignoring her cry of fear. "You're the Most High Magician there is, if you're a god, as you seem to be. Give her the Oath."
"She has no magic."
"Magic shouldn't matter. The Circle should be for everyone."
"It won't do any good..."
Arrions grinned. "I'm only allowed to marry within the Circle. It will do some good."
Mi-Sheir blushed and swatted at him.
Marisa laughed, and stepped closer to the edge. Yanie was staring again, at the horizon where the sea met the sky and they became one. "I'm sorry," Marisa whispered. "Seth and Elliott are sorry, too."
"I know." Yanie blinked tears away. "I...do know. It wasn't...bad. Not really. But I wish that we didn't have to be heroes."
"I don't think we were heroes. I think we were people. All of us. We're just...people. I don't think it's up to us to decide who's a hero and who's a villain. Come to that, I'm not so sure there was ever a villain at all. Maybe it was all just...people."
Behind them, Mi-Sheir began to recite the Oath. "I will uphold the rights of the Living to live. I will believe with all my soul in all that is true and real. I will use all my power to help those within the Circle. I will be all that I can be."
The wind was cool and the world was new, and the Dragonriders played games of their own devising. Someday it would all fade, but it was not in that time.
In that time, there was nothing but the laughter of a fallen god and the tantalizing whisper of the sea.
The sky was blue, the ocean was blue, they merged at what could charitably be called a horizon miles and miles away in a fog of color. The Lighthouse stood on a spit of land just off to the left, tall and proud.
Marisa glanced at Yanie, whose dark eyes were smiling as contently as her mouth. "I think," she said, "that this is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."
Arrions suddenly gasped and tugged on Marisa's sleeve. "Look!"
They all looked, automatically.
Two dozen at least of the Dragons were flying in the north, spinning and tumbling, and Marisa imagined that she could faintly hear the laughter of the Riders.
Rasha cleared her throat. "So, you stand before your god. Is there anything else you'd like while I'm at it?"
Arrions tilted his head. "You're not my god. But...would you do something for me anyway?"
Rasha considered that, then sighed. "Yes, I suppose. What?"
He shoved Mi-Sheir forward, ignoring her cry of fear. "You're the Most High Magician there is, if you're a god, as you seem to be. Give her the Oath."
"She has no magic."
"Magic shouldn't matter. The Circle should be for everyone."
"It won't do any good..."
Arrions grinned. "I'm only allowed to marry within the Circle. It will do some good."
Mi-Sheir blushed and swatted at him.
Marisa laughed, and stepped closer to the edge. Yanie was staring again, at the horizon where the sea met the sky and they became one. "I'm sorry," Marisa whispered. "Seth and Elliott are sorry, too."
"I know." Yanie blinked tears away. "I...do know. It wasn't...bad. Not really. But I wish that we didn't have to be heroes."
"I don't think we were heroes. I think we were people. All of us. We're just...people. I don't think it's up to us to decide who's a hero and who's a villain. Come to that, I'm not so sure there was ever a villain at all. Maybe it was all just...people."
Behind them, Mi-Sheir began to recite the Oath. "I will uphold the rights of the Living to live. I will believe with all my soul in all that is true and real. I will use all my power to help those within the Circle. I will be all that I can be."
The wind was cool and the world was new, and the Dragonriders played games of their own devising. Someday it would all fade, but it was not in that time.
In that time, there was nothing but the laughter of a fallen god and the tantalizing whisper of the sea.
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And future wife, and future Queen of Irrand.
But what happened to Justinia and Seth and Elliot?? Are they just not there? Are they dead?
One of them at least is still alive. You shall see.
I though Yanie died.
I never said that.
Who in the world is Mi-Sheir?
She's had two or three scenes from her POV, she's the Irrandese girl with the ranger father.
WHEN DO YOU MENTION THE DRAGON NAMED AFTER ME!!
AHAHA! CHAPTER TEN OR THEREABOUTS! AHAHA!
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Um...well, I remember Elliott said in book two that he was almost twenty...and he had less than a year left at that point...so Arrions is about sixteen, Mi-Sheir is seventeen. But he's a King, you know, needs a Queen...
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and no, hse didn't say yanie dies, i said that to screw you over heather...and where were you when she showed us,(or, maybe jsut me?) that comment of revealing half truths and then revealing a bomb like that out of no where???
honestly some people.....
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I can't tell you what he had less than a year for.
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That's it, I'm gonna go talk to Richard.
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Why have you not commented on my other posts?
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your eight for one day?
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Especially the ones with story bits in them.