The sun at it's peek burned down on the land when a cooled breeze swept through the air. The autumn leaves that lay upon the ground whooshed up and fell down. Narmarcíel starred out over the horizon the suns light to her back, she turned down one of Rhydin's most famous and popular streets- the market street. Taking in a breath of the warm air she smiled to herself thinking of things that really had no importance. She stopped at a few shops
picking up jewelery and playing with it momentarily and then setting it back down. Seeing a fruit stand she moved to it, she was a tad bit hungry. Picking up an interesting blue fruit she looked at it wondering what kind of fruit it was. Deciding that the color of the fruit didn't exactly please her she set the fruit down when something caught her eye.

A man stood leaning up against a lantern post accross the street from where she stood. He wore a black cloak as had the man who looked up at her through the window of her room at the Red Magician. Quickly summing everything up in her head to her best recollection she decided it was him. She went to move to him but people bunched up in front of her. She pushed her way through finally reaching the spot where the man had stood and found he was
gone. She searched for him in the crowd and even jumped up to look over the heads of the taller folk. Yet, nothing of the man was present. Sighing, she mumbled to herself "what woulda I said to him anyways?" She looked about and a sign caught her attention. "The Magic Shoppe... mmm..." she smiled and quickly took off to the store.

Bells rang as she opened the door though no one came running up to greet her which she had been thankful for. She scanned the stores interior and found many tables and shelves and chests skattered about. She moved to a shelf on the back wall.
Looking it over finding all sorts of odd knick nacks and trinkets she came accross an ordinary looking book. Lifting it up from the shelf she found that she liked it's cover being that it was leather and seemed to be well bound. There was no title nor words on the back.

Just then the shop clerk popped up next to her, clearing his thoart, "Can I help ye lass?" he asked her in a particullary snotty voice. Knowing better than to open an "ordinary" looking book in a magic shop she held the book up in her hand, "Wha this do?" He took the book, his face becoming just as snotty looking as his voice, he looked it over and finished even by opening it, "Nothing." Her eyes glittered, "Oh! In that case I'll take it," she
said smiling. He looked at her oddly for wanting a book of paper which contained no words and that did nothing. Holding back what ever thoughts he had of the situation he nodded, "Can I interest ye in any thing else?" his snotty voice ringing in her ears annoying her.

She thought momentarily pressing her finger to her lips, "Hmmm... I could be using somma birch wood bark, spriggat tails and colier mintuar 'erbs if ye got 'em?" Looking at her again as if she were nothing he turned and hurried off to another counter. Ruffling through a few different chests, pouchs and shelves he seemed to be having an incredible difficulty finding everything which put a mischievious gleam in Narmarcíel's eyes. "O an' if ye got
any fire pixie wings, mesh carin, death real sea salts and major oak bark that would be lovely," she called out to the clerk. Poking his head over the counter, he nodded to her still hopelessly looking for the spriggat tails. "Ohhooo and make sure that mesh carin is untouched by magik hands an' the colier minotuar is virgin," she sent her order out to him again. Giggling within she moved to a show table looking over the boxes of mysterious natures
and pipes of endless smoke. Bang! Crash! The clerk continued on making a racket when another costumer entered.

He was a well built man which was odd for a magician or magic user but Narmarcíel took little notice as he seemed to be in a hurry. Narmarcíel called another order out to the clerk who continued to fumble about under the table, "No, no, no never mind bout that birch wood bark, the spriggat tails and the virgin colier minotuar. I would rather oil of renewel, that wisdom shirt o'er there and somma rosewood bark." The clerk popped up hitting his
head on the table and stood finally nearly barking at her but he hurriedly hushed himself in front of the new costumer and snottily told him that he'd only be a moment. Almost ready to fall into a fit of laughter at the clerk she quickly calmed herself leaning up against the table crossing her arms as she if she were getting tired of waiting.

The racket continued again as the other costumer began growing impatient. Narmarcíel huffed and crossed her legs laughing with in at the clerk. Looking to the other costumer, "they be definatly needin somma better service eh?" The man nodded to her growing angered at the wait. She began tapping her foot on the floor acting as if she was bored. Finally she decided to end the other man's wait and moved to the counter where the clerk shuffled
about. Peering over at the man from above, "I have chang'd mi mind I will just be taking the book and this stuff 'ere," she said pointing to the herbs that rested on the counter which she actually did need.

Giggly, she hurried out of the shop and laughed heartfully at the mess she put the poor clerk through. She stopped feeling a bit bad at her actions but their was no harm truely done. She propped herself up against the wall near the door and opened her new "ordinary" book. She danced her fingertips over the pages trying to decide exactly what she would be using it for figuring a journal or something of the sort. Or may be just to keep because it
was an ordinary book she had found in a magic shop. Above the rim of her book she saw something move that was black and looked up.

The cloaked man stood once again accross the street from her one leg back against the post and one on the ground she looked at him. Their gazes fixed on one another he smirked just as mischieviously as she would have. Black hair, almond shaped green eyes, tall, elf... she noted. Her eye's set on his she didn't see him snap his fingers.

The buildings, people, carts, stands all that surrounded the two melted down. In heeps of flesh, wood and stone they sank in. Narmarcíel looked about frightened. For miles beyond her eye sight nothing but heeps of melted materials fell down. She turned looking, she was scarred and the heeps of flesh turned her stomach over. The man still stood accross from her smirking. She desperatly tried to think of the proper spell hoping that it was
simply a mind trickery. Without movement he stood next to her, "Disspell magic wont work," he said in her ear nearly brushing his lips upon it. She continued to turn as he spoke while taking his hands accross her back.

"Wha' happened? An'... who? where?" she was scarred nearly ready to cry not knowing what to do. He placed two of his fingures over her lips, "Awwhh... shhhhh Narmarcíel," he soothed her pulling her to his chest but she pulled away from him. She closed her eyes trying to think and slowly she opened them as he looked at her lustfully, "What woulda ye have said to me anyways?" he teased picking up a lock of her silver hair rolling it over his
fingertips. She stood blinkering at him. "Hmmm? Nothing?" he taunted her. She glared at him now, "I woulda nae found the words but," regaining her mischievious gleam, "I definatly want this spell." He was a bit caught off gaurd at her and he smiled devilishly, "Yes, I knew ye would but I'm not going to give it to ye." She regained her stance realizing he lived for her fear she continued to hold her glare, "Well that's not very nice of ye."

At a loss for spells she found her fathers teachings of the ways of a warrior usefull now in a quick movement she held her dager to the man's thoart. Nearly growling at him, "Ye undo wha' ye have done er tell me why ye brought me 'ere or I can kill ye. Of course then yer spell lost and I win." He smiled and nearly laughed at her, "I love ye! Yer wonderful!" he said enjoying her until she pressed the dager into his thoart. "Ye want tae die?" she
said increasing the pressure on his thoart with the dagers edge causing a light scratch which began to bleed. He looked at her a sadness building in his eyes, "Why do ye wish to go so soon?" he said and then he pouted. She grabed hold of his shirt nearly pushing the dager all the way through his neck. "All right... All right," he said holding up both of his hands.

A hint of light flashed in the coner of her eye which made her turn a beautiful crystal spear he held in his hands. He broke away from her grasp pulling her back against him by her bodice strap. She felt him smell her hair but she seemed stuck looking into the crystal. He sighed brushing his lips passed her ear again, "As ye wish milady," he tossed the crystal spear in the air and took off running. Finally able to move she turned and sent her
dagger straight into his back.

A sudden rush of pain raged through her body. She looked down the hilt of her dager sticking out of her chest covered in blood along with her bodice. Trying to hold her pousture she stumbled back and fell onto her knees. Then falling to her side she saw the man. He looks sad... she thought. She felt the warm blood fill and trickle out of her mouth. The area that surrounded her began to spin fast blurring into a single color of brownish
red and then faded into black.

Dark... Nothingness...

Muffled noises began to surround Narmarcíel in the blackness. Voices... Something, a hand perhaps, pushed on her shoulder. "M'lady?" a voice sounded. Another push, "M'lady ye all right?" Narmarcíel flashed her eyes open peering up into a blur of colors that focused and became an older human womans face. She gasp and sucked in a deep breath as if she hadn't breathed before. Quickly she sat up looking to her chest. No wound? She
placed her hands over her face and closed her eyes at a sudden head rush. She heard others close in around her. Their muffled and hushed voices danced in her dizzyness.

Then of a sudden a scream rang out, then another and the sound of running feet whooshed through her head. She opened her eyes and looked at the people confussed and turned around to see what the danger was. Suddenly landing once again flat on her back. "OUFF!! Ooo... Ouch!" she reopened her eyes once more starring up into a strange furry face that resembled that of a dragon. It cocked its head to the side and looked at her with it's odd
yellowed eyes curiously and flapped it's useless wings about, "Em Olright?" it said in an unfimilair accent. She pushed her self up knocking the creature off of her chest, "Wha!" she said looking at the strange red furred thing. "Gos so," the dragon thing said slowly taking one of its clawed fingers to it's mouth. It hopped over to her back pack fidling with the strap. Then he climbed into the sack poking his head out. "Wha' ye be?" Narmarcíel
asked the creature. It looked at her blinkering not understanding a word. "Fin!" he said as if to say "Fine!" and stuck his tongue out at her "Blah!"

She nearly laughed at the little buggar, him being cute, fuzzy and a bit on the mischievious side, but she tried to be stern, "Out!" she said pointing. "Blah" he stuck his tongue out again this time raseberrying the air. She glared at him, then rolled her eyes and slowly moved to the pack. Tilting her head to the side she lifted the buggar from her pack and set him to the side. The creature looked down pouting. "Awwhh Falis!" she called out.
She sighed looking at the creature which now starred up at her with the sweetist saddess eyes. "Awhh Fine!" she grumbled having a massive head ache now. The little beast perked up and hopped back into her pack. "You best not bite!" she shook her finger at it. Standing slowly she regained herself and heaved the pack over her shoulder. "Ye must be a fuzzy dragon," she declared moving down the street. "Blah!" the creature stuck his tongue out
again near her ear. "And that's what Ima gonna call ye too- Blah!" she said heartfully sticking her tongue out back at the fuzzy dragon.