Blinded by the snow, I immediately regretted leaving the gate as a gust of icy wind struck me head on. With dread I trudged ahead, completely forgetting my companions along with any hope I had.

"Bosss!!! Boss wait for Deekin!!!" Screeched my dedicated dragon disciple. He grinned in appreciation when I slowed down and offered my hand since he kept sinking into the snow. Regretfully I caught a flash of red hair. Valen. Almost forgot about the broken toy soldier trailing behind me. He took advantage of my slight acknowledgment and whispered a pained.

"Why?"

I heard it, through the roar of the storm and the chattering of my teeth.

one word…delicate… innocent, yet powerful enough to stir up a storm within me to take on the one around me. I folded my wings more tightly at my back.. Deekin looked up at me briefly and I saw the hurt reflecting in his eyes as well. I am a sucker for guilt and explaining my actions. But what am I to say? That I wanted the thrill? To flirt with death and deceit and feel powerful playing the bad card that got pulled on me before. Unexpected to me however was the severity of this guilt screaming to be acknowledged. I was freezing my ass off in hell and those blue eyes were demanding too much right now. The thorn at my side and my heart… feelings unreciprocated…. He who had awoken all the demons within me was staring at me desperately trying to soothe the storm within him as well. But he will do so on his own expense not mine. I needed shelter not a million accusations.

"Bosss! Deekin sees tavern! He go explore it okay???"

It was more of a statement than a question as Deekin quickly released himself from my grasp and all the bitterness in the air. He fled without a second glance alternating from running and flying, which would have been funny if I wasn't in such a rotten mood. Feeling rebellious in addition to nauseous I continued to walk, dizzy with the brightness of the terrain and harsh climate. Maybe Valen will drop it for now; I will explain later once I have collected myself. He, however had other plans and grabbed my forearm whirling me around apparently angered at my lack of response.

"What?" I hissed. My head hurt even more.

"Oh you know what Reem." He retorted vehemently still grasping my arm and vainly searching my eyes for an answer.

"Perhaps why you betrayed me? The Seer? Everything that we fought for?"

he punctuated every word with unadulterated rage. I tried to struggle out of his grasp but he wouldn't budge. I don't like this, not at all. Also due to the fact that I now felt violently ill. If he didn't watch out I might throw up all over him.

"Do you know that I actually respected you?" he whispered, "I thought that maybe… maybe you could save us! But no! You had to slap us in the face and join the bitch! Do you know how it felt?"

He looked at me desperately. My mind was racing a hundred miles a minute. A speech I had rehearsed years ago but never had the opportunity to vocalize. I was no longer paying attention to his words because I knew them all. He was shaking now, sobbing on my shoulder. Funny how I had to be dead to see this side of him.

"Reem you don't. I am such a fool…" he muttered more to himself. "I wish you didn't call me back. You should have left me in my own damnation."

"You answered." I murmured, before finally slipping into unconsciousness, a little surprised that I never felt the impact of the ground.

(A/N : Thank you so much for reading! please tell me what you think. I really appreciate comments and advice. (btw don't let the PC fool you she will be spitting fire in later chapters ; )