Sir Nathan of Bracken Point, a song of the lioness fanfic

Disclaimer: Tamora Pierce Tortall and its inhabitants, I own the plot (incl

Disclaimer: Tamora Pierce Tortall and its inhabitants, I own the plot (incl. Sir Nathan, Sir Harold and Lady Rebecca) and Zed owns the song (S.P.S)

A/N: This is another angst fic, (sigh, I just can't stop writing them) I know probably NO1 has heard of Zed, but I have and I liked this song so I'd songfic it. Oh, and apologies to readers of "Dumbledore's Niece", it wont be up until October 20^th, when I get my laptop back (I'm writing this on my friends putty)

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Sir Nathan Of Bracken Point

(Set in The Mind Of a K-nig-it who is called Sir Nathan of Bracken point. Set 10 years before Alanna)

The fields have no shame

See with eyes that cannot see.

He sat on the bed. Head in hands.

Repulsed by himself.

"Pathetic" "Worthless"

Old insults run through his head.

How he ever became a knight is beyond him.

Know the difference-just the same

And this I know

He used to be the greatest.

Still was-in everyone's eyes but his and his tormentor.

Harold of Stone Mountain.

Feel the fear of being crushed

When the sky falls on our heads.

The bastard had made Nathan's life hell.

Beat him up at every opportunity.

All the truth is being hushed

And this I know

So when he'd been given the option of going to Cathrak,

He'd jumped at the chance.

Love, Whole Love

I see you standing there.

He'd met a girl

Lady Rebecca of Minnack

And she met Harold.

I want to hear an answer

I want to hear an answer

She met Harold.

Damn. That was what he'd said when he saw them flirt.

Then the next moment, she was on the floor-dagger in her chest

And Harold was gone.

Knocked the bullet on the head

He dragged his dagger over his wrists.

Couldn't push down.

"Gutless"

Cut myself

Don't mind the pain

The sheets were too white.

His tunic to bright

Throw it off.

Sit on the bed-in black.

Feel the colour stain me red

And this I know.

He knew that the country needed him.

That was the problem.

If he left this world, when he was needed-then the country might die.

Love, Whole Love

I see you standing there.

"Help Me." Two words-barely spoken.

I want to hear an answer

I want to hear an answer

His whole life was fake.

Bloody Harold.

When you find out everything you've lived's a lie(oh-oh)

He picked the knife up again.

Pushed down.

Smiled

Move to the left arm

His sword arm.

Stopped.

I want to hear an answer

I want to hear an answer

He had power.
He had to punish Harold.

He healed his arm- the gold fire sealing the cut in the wrist.

He picked up his sword.

He knew that Harold had to pay.

And Harold paid.

With his life