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2003-02-17 19:07:56 (UTC)

Shallan's Gift. Part 1 revised, and Part 2. 1/22/2003


Shallan?s Gift

It was an ordinary day, mostly sunny with a few clouds in
the sky. As always, Lissa?s window overlooking the hills was
open, with a gentle breeze wafting in. Lissa called the
transport spell, but it did not respond. She looked at the
call-stone in puzzlement. ?Oh, no!? she cried out as she
remembered.


***


It had been a day very much like this one. She had sat on
the hill overlooking the river, meditating when Char had
come up behind her. He was considered handsome by most of
the women of the village, but Lissa could not see him as the
dashing young man they saw. To her, he would always be her
little brother.

?Lissa.? He spoke with concern.


?What now, Char?? she queried, annoyed at the interruption.


?Do you ever think about the Shallan? I mean... why does she
have so much power over us?? Char actually sounded worried.


?Well,? Lissa replied, ?She works hard, keeping track of all
the spells and such we use.?


?But why is it always her?? Char interrupted. He was
beginning to sound angry now. ?She never asks any of the
council members for advice. I think someone should get rid
of her so that the council can do its job in peace and we
don?t have to worry about always not making her the least
bit angry.?


?Char, you are getting angry. You know I don?t like to talk
to you when you?re being like this. Why don?t you go calm
down,? Lissa said firmly. She had never gone back to finish
that conversation. She never convinced him the Shallan was
necessary.

***


?Lissa, Lissa!? Grandmother cried rushing into the room,
startling Lissa out of her reverie. ?You?re going to be late
for lessons!?


?Grandmother, is your call-stone working? I can?t work the
transport spell.? Lissa flipped the stone over in her hands
a few times, with a look of concentration on her face. She
looked up in horror. ?Grandmother, none of the spells
encoded on mine are working!?


The aging woman pulled out a stone similar to the one that
Lissa was holding except that it was more worn. ?It is
cold.? Grandmother stated. ?Something happened to Shallan,
I?m sure.? Grandmother walked out of the room, with Lissa
trailing behind. Grandmother walked out of the house where
Lissa was temporarily living with her, and stepped out onto
the dusty road towards the council chambers. Lissa looked at
Grandmother strangely.


?Why are we walking towards the council? Why do we have to
go there?? The idea of visiting the council was agitating
Lissa.


?I never told you to follow me,? Grandmother chuckled, ?but
if you really want to know what is wrong with our
call-stones, you will probably want to come.? Lissa sighed,
but she knew that Grandmother was right. If Lissa was too
lazy to accompany Grandmother to the council, she probably
would not tell her what she found out there, on the grounds
that if Lissa really wanted to know, she would have come.


After walking a goodly distance on the dusty path, Lissa and
Grandmother arrived at the council, the most expensive
building in the village. It had very expensive large glass
windows to let in natural light, and a cooling system that
was not run by magic to cool it off on days such as this.
Lissa?s long dark hair was falling out of its braid and
sticking to the back of her neck. Lissa looked up at
Grandmother. Grandmother, being the only living elder woman,
looked as pristine as ever. Her graying hair pulled back
into a tight bun, with no stray hairs.


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