((This is my first fanfiction, so I'm just trying to get the hang of it.
Also, I wrote this section at 9:30 at night after waking up at 4 am and
driving for most of the day, so I'm a bit tired right now... Please tell me
how I did.))
Jacqueline Black felt an odd sort of joy as she stood, punishing her former friend for her crimes. That was very strange; she'd always disliked hurting people. But Kella had betrayed her, had hurt her reputation, stability, and career. She still wasn't sure quite how much Kella had told, as the Darkfriend would not confess. Jacqueline was the Amyrlin Seat, and it was her duty to punish Darkfriends for their crimes, no matter how close they'd been when younger. Now, she struck each invisible blow just as firmly as she would have if they'd never met.
The Darkfriend kept her face straight, never crying out, not even when the punishment was at its worst. Her body hung, limply suspended by Air. Her hands and feet were bound the same way, though there was not much chance that she would be able to escape. None, really. She stood on a block of Air, suspended just high enough so that she did not hang herself from the rope around her neck. The Air block was over a tall fire, licking her feet, and the fire sent up huge waves of heat in the summer sun. On top of all of that, she was being beaten by what seemed like solid, fiery bricks constantly.
The Amyrlin wasn't sure that her former friend and betrayer would even live. But, miraculously, just as she slumped down, eyes closing for the last time, Jacqueline judged the torture over. It was difficult for her to control herself and make her 16-year-old body glide calmly over to a friend she'd nearly killed. She managed, though, and she gently lowered the battered Darkfriend to a stretcher.
The stretcher floated swiftly up the many corridors and staircases it took to reach the Amyrlin's Rooms. At last, they made it, and Jacqueline let the stretcher sink to the floor, depositing Kella slowly onto a fluffy bed. She hurried over to the bed and placed her hands on the Darkfriend's shoulders. Embracing saidar, she let a small wave of Healing course through Kella. It was just enough to open the woman's pain-filled eyes.
Kella looked up, and even through the welts and cuts managed to glare icily at the Amyrlin. She attempted to speak but couldn't. She didn't look happy about it. Though she hated Healing, she decided that it would be worth it to be able to speak to the one that had hurt her. She waited, assuming that Jacqueline would understand.
Jacqueline sighed and placed her hands once more over Kella's shoulders. She sent a large wave of Healing this time. Very large. It was enough to make even her tired. She wondered what it would do to Kella and was glad that she was not the receiver of it.
Kella just scowled and shook her head as if to clear it. She'd been through much worse, and she would put up with it. She finally spoke, in a smug voice. "So, you're done? You didn't even get a confession from me. Not that I would have told you anything. I was ready to die, you know. Then all of that would have been for nothing." She smirked. "But thanks for the Healing. I truly am grateful, my old friend."
Jacqueline blinked, thinking it strange that Kella could put up with the Healing so well. But she always had been tough, and had been Healed many times. Kella's name, meaning "warrior," suited her well. When she spoke, it was in a firm voice, though it took an effort. "I did not want to kill someone of whom I thought was a friend for many years. Anyway, you are right. Your death would have done nothing to help me. I want you to tell me exactly what you told everyone about my...forbidden...channeling."
((I will write as fast as I can to get the next chapter up, but keep in mind that I do have homework and other things to do, so it may be a few days))
Jacqueline Black felt an odd sort of joy as she stood, punishing her former friend for her crimes. That was very strange; she'd always disliked hurting people. But Kella had betrayed her, had hurt her reputation, stability, and career. She still wasn't sure quite how much Kella had told, as the Darkfriend would not confess. Jacqueline was the Amyrlin Seat, and it was her duty to punish Darkfriends for their crimes, no matter how close they'd been when younger. Now, she struck each invisible blow just as firmly as she would have if they'd never met.
The Darkfriend kept her face straight, never crying out, not even when the punishment was at its worst. Her body hung, limply suspended by Air. Her hands and feet were bound the same way, though there was not much chance that she would be able to escape. None, really. She stood on a block of Air, suspended just high enough so that she did not hang herself from the rope around her neck. The Air block was over a tall fire, licking her feet, and the fire sent up huge waves of heat in the summer sun. On top of all of that, she was being beaten by what seemed like solid, fiery bricks constantly.
The Amyrlin wasn't sure that her former friend and betrayer would even live. But, miraculously, just as she slumped down, eyes closing for the last time, Jacqueline judged the torture over. It was difficult for her to control herself and make her 16-year-old body glide calmly over to a friend she'd nearly killed. She managed, though, and she gently lowered the battered Darkfriend to a stretcher.
The stretcher floated swiftly up the many corridors and staircases it took to reach the Amyrlin's Rooms. At last, they made it, and Jacqueline let the stretcher sink to the floor, depositing Kella slowly onto a fluffy bed. She hurried over to the bed and placed her hands on the Darkfriend's shoulders. Embracing saidar, she let a small wave of Healing course through Kella. It was just enough to open the woman's pain-filled eyes.
Kella looked up, and even through the welts and cuts managed to glare icily at the Amyrlin. She attempted to speak but couldn't. She didn't look happy about it. Though she hated Healing, she decided that it would be worth it to be able to speak to the one that had hurt her. She waited, assuming that Jacqueline would understand.
Jacqueline sighed and placed her hands once more over Kella's shoulders. She sent a large wave of Healing this time. Very large. It was enough to make even her tired. She wondered what it would do to Kella and was glad that she was not the receiver of it.
Kella just scowled and shook her head as if to clear it. She'd been through much worse, and she would put up with it. She finally spoke, in a smug voice. "So, you're done? You didn't even get a confession from me. Not that I would have told you anything. I was ready to die, you know. Then all of that would have been for nothing." She smirked. "But thanks for the Healing. I truly am grateful, my old friend."
Jacqueline blinked, thinking it strange that Kella could put up with the Healing so well. But she always had been tough, and had been Healed many times. Kella's name, meaning "warrior," suited her well. When she spoke, it was in a firm voice, though it took an effort. "I did not want to kill someone of whom I thought was a friend for many years. Anyway, you are right. Your death would have done nothing to help me. I want you to tell me exactly what you told everyone about my...forbidden...channeling."
((I will write as fast as I can to get the next chapter up, but keep in mind that I do have homework and other things to do, so it may be a few days))