The Immortals Fanfic:Ch. 1

-A\N: Hello there! And thank you for reading! This is a new fanfiction I will be starting based off of Tamora Pierce’s The Immortals series. I LOVE Daine and Numair’s story and have decided to continue it myself This story will mainly take place in the time following directly after the Immortals War in the final book of the series. I am not sure right now how exactly the story will end up so I am just going to write and see where it takes us! Please leave comments, suggestions and the like as you see fit. This is my first ever fanfic so it is bound to be riddled with mistakes so if you see one please give me a shout out;D Thanks guys!

**A\N:ALL CHARACTERS(EXCEPTING THOSE I MAY CREATE MYSELF) ARE COPYRIGHT TAMORA PIERCE! I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP IN ANYWAY OVER ANY OF HER ORIGINAL CHARACTERS!**

A young woman sat by the window reading her book, as the last rays of the setting sun tickled her skin gently. A soft evening breeze began to blow, ruffling her brown spiral curls.

“Daine!” called a man’s voice from another room. The young woman looked up from her pages as a very tall, very gangly man entered the front room.

 “Have you seen Kit? I can’t find her anywhere.”

“I think I last saw her on the chaise. She was napping there earlier.”

Blue silk pillows tumbled to the ground and a soft chirp announced that “Kit” was indeed still sleeping—until quite recently—upon said chair. The dragon stretched her delicate limbs and blinked her intelligent blue eyes.

“Kit! I need your help on a working. Come along!”

Skysong, or Kit as she was more commonly known, chirped agreement in her strange language and followed the man up the nearby staircase.

Daine smiled and chuckled softly to herself. Numair was always up to some new “working” or spell. Kitten, being the super intelligent dragon from the Realm of the Gods that she was, was always fascinated by the many ever-changing facets of Numair’s magical endeavors.

A soft knocking began on the door and grew stronger then fell silent. Oh great, now what, Daine thought silently to herself.

Closing her book, she rose gracefully from the window seat where she sat and stretched her lithe limbs in the waning sunlight. Still holding the novel in her hands, she crossed the wood floors of the living room to answer the knock on the door.

“Who is it?” Daine called.

“A messenger from the king,” replied a male voice from the other side of the door.

Damn.. Daine silently cursed. Jon never sent a messenger to simply say hello. Forcing a smile to her lips she opened the door and greeted the messenger with a less-than-cheerful ‘Hello’.

“His majesty sends his regards, and apologizes for any inconvenience. He bids me bring this summons to Veralidaine Sarrasri and the wizard Numair Salmalin,” the messenger declared. Handing the missive to Daine, the messenger bowed, wished her good day, and walked back to his horse, then rode back up the road towards the castle.

Closing the door, Daine leaned against it and sighed.

“Daine?” she looked up as Numair came down the stairs towards her. “What is it magelet? Who was at the door?”

“A messenger. Jon sent us this.” She handed Numair the tightly rolled scroll of parchment. “Can’t we have any peace?” She let a small tired grin grace her lips but it quickly fell away.

Numair returned her grin, looking into her beautiful grey-blue eyes. “I’m sorry, magelet. The king needs us, and we must answer no matter how much we may need the rest,” he told her as he began to unroll the parchment. He slowly read the words King Jonathan had scrawled across the parchment. “It’s a summons to the castle. We are to report first light tomorrow.”

“Does it say why? What could possibly be going wrong this soon after the war?" The more Daine thought about it the more tired she grew.

Not two days prior, Daine and Numair, with the help of some very interesting friends, had ended the greatest war in history. When the Emporer Ozorne waged war on Tortall, Daine and Numair found themselves trapped in the realm of the Gods, helpless to do anything while they watched their friends below fight a war they themselves had narrowly escaped.

“No. Jon never is very good at explaining why in his notes. Well.. I suppose we shall find out tomorrow.” He handed Daine the message which she immediately began to read. Numair raised his hands to his face, rubbing tiredly at his eyes. He held them there for a moment, then, taking a deep sigh returned them to his side.

Daine stopped reading and sighed. She looked more tired than Numair had seen for quite a while. “Come on Daine. Lets have supper. Come on, I’ll even cook.” Numair smiled and she returned it and followed him into the kitchen to help with dinner.

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Still sitting at the table while Daine did the dishes after dinner, Numair watched her as she went about the little room.

In the days before, Daine and Numair had realized their feelings for one another. Daine had always followed Numair; had always lived where he did during her apprenticeship. But now, things seemed a little more tense than before. Now, there were other things to be considered. Other feelings, which, preceding the war, had not been present. Not two days before this one, Numair had asked her to marry him. She had not yet given him a definite answer.  

“Daine..,” he began. “Have you.. Well, have you thought anymore about marrying me?”

Daine froze with the plate and the towel in her hands.

Oh, not this again.. I love him I do. I just.. Marriage? I mean.. Come on! This is just beginning. We are just starting..

She couldn’t help but think these thoughts to herself, knowing very well what response he wanted her to give.

“Numair you know that I love you. I just can’t promise this right now. We are just beginning. I’m not really even sure where beginning is I just know that I need some time. You understand, don’t you? This is by no means a no, I just can’t give you the yes. Not yet. Please understand.”

The man stood, a little tiredly, and looked at her. Why couldn’t she just answer him? Was it something he had done? The lack of a ring? He could get a ring, if that was what she wanted. She would have the most beautiful ring he could find if that was all it took. But he looked into those endless blue-grey orbs and knew better that she just wasn’t ready yet. Soon.. He thought silently to himself.

“Of course, I understand magelet. Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.” He crossed to the wash bin where she stood and kissed her softly on the forehead, then on the nose, then once on each perfectly rosy cheek and finally stopped on her mouth, where he lingered for a moment. Pulling away he smiled.

“I love you. I will have you married to me one day.”

Returning his smile she said “I love you too.”

“I am going to bed, I think. I am tired and Jon is sure to have something big planned for us tomorrow so we had best get our rest. Goodnight. See you in the morning magelet.”

“Goodnight,” she smiled. She turned back to finish the last dishes as he climbed the stairs to his room.

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As she climbed the steps a few moments later, she hesitated in the hallway where it split; one way leading to her own quarters, and the other leading to Numair’s chamber. She knew he would welcome her to his bed. She could go that way if she chose.

They had had many less tame encounters in the realm of the gods. One particular encounter jumped to her mind from a couple days prior. Under a tree, they had kissed passionately and declared their love. Numair had asked her to marry him under that tree. So why now, did she hesitate?

Shaking her head and smiling a small smile she turned away from his room in favor of her own where Kitten would be already asleep, no doubt tired from helping Numair with what Daine understood to be a very difficult working earlier in the day.

I hate chickens. Stupid creatures, she thought as she walked. Why am I acting as if I am one now? I don’t even speak chicken.

Daine closed her door and readied herself for bed. Laying down her head on the pillow, she sighed deeply the slowly drifted off to sleep.

On the other side of the hall, Numair still lay awake. He had hoped that maybe she would turn the other direction and join him. But he understood why she had not. He turned over when he heard her door closing and sighed. What am I doing? he thought, and then slipped blissfully into deep slumber.

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A\N: Welp! That ends our first chapter! I think I am going to be taking their relationship a little slowly. (Sorry for those of you who may be anxiously waiting for something more to happen

A\N:We will see more characters in the next scenes. I haven’t decided who all I will be adding in but we will for sure see some familiar faces

A\N:Some questions! What does Jon have planned for Daine and Numair? Is it serious? Or something only seemingly important. Leave any guesses you may have in comments. And thanks for reading!