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- Prologue!,(:
- Chapter One!,(:
- Chapter Two!,(:
- Chapter Three!,(:
- Chapter Four!,(:
- Chapter Five!,(:
- Chapter Six!,(:
- Chapter Seven!,(:
- Chapter Eight!,(:
- Chapter Nine!,(:
- Chapter Ten!,(:
- Chapter Eleven!,(:
- Chapter Twelve!,(:
- Chapter Thirteen!,(:
- Chapter Fourteen!,(:
- Chapter Fifteen!,(:
- Chapter Sixteen!,(:
- Chapter Seventeen!,(:
- Chapter Eighteen!,(:
- Chapter Nineteen!,(:
- Chapter Twenty!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-One!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Thirty!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-One!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Forty!,(:
- Chapter Forty-One!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Six!,(:
- Chatper Forty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Eight!,(:
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE!(:
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“Atan?” the little girl asked, waving her hand in front of her face a couple more times. “Yes, Briatha?” he asked, letting out a short sigh and pushing the book away from himself briskly. “Am I sick?” she asked in a worried voice. “Why would you think that—?” he asked as he turned around. Instead of seeing the little elf girl he was used to seeing he saw a human girl with blonde hair and gleaming blue eyes. Her hair was still silver at the tips, the blonde dying over it almost completely and continuing to move downward on her hair; it started to get wavier as it shortened in length. She shrunk slightly, growing short enough to be a elementary school girl; a 1st grader maybe. Her light pink eyes had changed to blue, and her face bore a worried expression. “Am I supposed to look like this!?” she half yelled, staring at the hand-held mirror she’d found on the bedside table. “Briatha, it’s all right. You’re perfectly healthy.” Atan assured her. “You don’t look like me anymore,” she whispered, pointing at him. “It’s simply because you’re taking the humanized form rather than the elfized form.” He said. “No,” she shook her head. “I meant you look completely different.” She emphasized. Atan walked into the bathroom, and turned to find the mirror. “What do you mean?” he asked. His eyes found the reflective surface hanging from the wall above the two person sink. Instead of meeting his naturally magenta eyes he found chocolate brown ones instead. His hair fading brown, and curling a little at the very ends that were still slightly silver. Freckles slowly started to appear on his face, a little darker than the ones that appeared on his little sister’s face. He grew taller suddenly, taking the human form of a 14 year old boy; supposedly. The year he’d stopped aging was 15, but his body seemed to take the form before his permanent one. He ran his fingers through the hair on his head, watching the boy in the mirror do the same. Briatha came up next to him and stared at him through the mirror. “You’re quite handsome, Atan,” she said as she smiled at him. “Thank you, Briatha.” He scratched the back of his neck and flared at the mirror. |
“Why do you look so troubled, brother? Isn’t this a good thing?” she asked curiously.
“I was just thinking, it’s nothing to worry about,” he shook his head. She gently put her hand in his, giving it a small squeeze. “At least we’re not old,” she laughed. “At least we’re not old,” he agreed and smiled at her through the mirror. “Should we tell Spencer?” she asked. “Yes, come, we’ll go find him.” He led her out of the bathroom and down the hall to find the blonde headed boy who was in charge of them now. “Spencer!” Briatha called loudly. “Shush, someone might be sleeping.” Atan hissed in a low voice. “Yes, Briatha—whoa, who are you guys?” Spencer stopped short and leaned forward to look at them. “Atan’s nearly as tall as you!” Briatha observed. “It’s the human genetics, Briatha,” Atan said slowly. “Our father was tall, therefore I will be tall.” “Wait—what happened to you two?” Spencer asked, running both hands through his hair tiredly. “I think it’s a disfiguration charm,” Atan said reasonably. “Once we leave our Fortress we take the form of the local residence to blend in.” “That makes sense,” Spencer shrugged, rubbing his hands over his eyes. “We just thought to tell you so you didn’t banish us from the premises.” Briatha smiled at him. “Sounds good, I’ll see you guys tomorrow morning? I’ve got a lot on my plate right now. I just want to sleep,” Spencer yawned. “Yes, sir,” Briatha nodded. She hugged him, and when he looked down at her she blew cold air in his face. He slumped over in her arms, nearly crushing her and started snoring. Atan slung Spencer over his shoulder like a sack, and then put him down on the nearest bed. “Sleeping spells aren’t kind, Briatha.” He scowled. “I’d hate for anything to wake him up,” Briatha smiled a somewhat evil smile. As the words left her mouth a blood churning scream echoed from down the hallway. |