Disclaimer: Misty owns all of it. I only put it into my own words. I don't own anything.

A/N: This was inspired by Dark Hermit Kaelin's 'The Hazards of Choosing on a Battlefield'.

Valdemar was fighting Hardorn, and Jasan was running through the battlefield. He wasn't fighting though. His half-sister was out there somewhere with her chosen. Some people would say that this was no place for an unbonded Companion. He had no Herald. Yet. His chosen was out there he knew, and Jasan had to find him.

He ran on, dodging stray arrows as he went. His chosen was here somewhere, probably in the thick of it. His inner promptings told him that his chosen was not Valdemaran, but that was of little importance to Jasan. Three times he had thought it was time for him to go on Search, but each time, he was wrong. Bitter disappointment had followed each false alarm. At this point he would not have cared whether his chosen was Karsite. Wonderful. I can't see a thing, he thought as he ran through a dust cloud. There! A man was thrown from his dying horse. This was his Chosen. As Jasan pounded up, the man grabbed his reins, prepared to jump up on his back. Then he made the mistake of looking into Jasan's eyes.

:I am Jasan. You are Daren. I Choose you,: he told the man, happy that he had finally found his Chosen:Now get the hell up here on my back before you get killed.: In the next instant Daren was in the saddle as Jasan received an urgent mindcall from Caryo, the Queen's Companion. The Queen was in danger. Daren became aware of this before Jasan could tell him, and moved to dig his spurs into Jasan's flanks.

:Don't do that. Don't ever do that. Don't even think about it.: Jasan warned his chosen as they moved towards the Queen. Daren was thinking about how this must be like riding a warsteed. :Indeed: Jasan told him while trampling a man:A warsteed. I think not.: Although warsteeds were smart, he didn't like being compared to one.

:Sorry,: Daren replied and went back to fighting. When there was no one left to challenge them, Jasan paced towards the Queen. Daren seemed about to say something when he looked into her eyes. All at once he was tongue-tied. The Queen appeared to be having the same reaction.

:Hmm. See something you like?: Jasan asked smugly. This could be fun. Jasan had no love of camping in the outdoors, and the prospect of his chosen marrying the Queen and never going on circuit was a happy one.

A/N: I hope you liked it, and please review.