Author: Songwriter99 PM
Syrah wakes.The Extraordinary Apprentice's life is in her hands, and her's in his. Her world is falling to pieces. And now, a new Magyk is putting all around them in danger... But is it too much for two extraordinary apprentices to handle? After Darke.Rated: Fiction T - English - Fantasy/Friendship - Syrah S. & Septimus H. - Chapters: 9 - Words: 11,100 - Reviews: 16 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 07-13-12 - Published: 10-07-11 - id: 7443310
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Hi. New, and this is my first fanfic ever written, so it won't be flawless. I am not Angie Sage, the author of Septimus Heap, and do NOT own Septimus Heap, or any of its characters.
Chapter 1 – Memories
There was a ceiling above her. She hadn't noticed it before this second, but she felt she had been here a long time. Strange thoughts flew through her mind – had she been dreaming? What had she been doing, if not? Why was she here anyway? ... Who was she?
The room she was in was empty, except for something that looked like a floating, woolly cocoon, which she found herself lying on. She didn't remember ever being here. Swirling eddies of something she felt she knew but couldn't place wafted around her, making her fell dizzy. The smell in her nostrils was of such familiarity she ached.
Blank-minded, she lay still for a few seconds. Slowly, thoughts came drifting back to her – Syrah Syara, Apprentice to Extraordinary Wizard Julius Pike. But what then? It took another minute for her to remember the Isle of Syren. But surely this... place was not on the isle?
Pondering the question, her head began to throb. Suddenly, she felt all her memories of the last five hundred and-a-bit years rush into mind in an over-whelming tide, like a gigantic wave. She groaned and closed her eyes.
"I am not Esmeralda – really I'm not. That was five hundred years ago, Syrah."
"What does the princess mean?"
"She - Jenna – means that... um... oh, Syrah. I am so sorry, but what she means is that you have been on this island for five hundred years."
"So Julius is... dead."
And that was like the end of a movie, but she could think of more, although it was foggy and confusing in her brain –
A watchful pair of piercing green eyes
And something else that she couldn't quite latch onto...
She waited, and let her thoughts untangle themselves while she lay still and silent. But her eyes were open and she was waking up.
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