This is a sequel to my other one, but you don't need to read it first. I assure you, K/N action is definately in this!
I need a title. Larzdinn- you're right. The old title had absolutely nothing to do with anything. I guess I just thought it sounded good ^_^ So, somebody help me with a title for this, No-not 'Kel+Neal=love' or anything like that. And you don't know the plot, so just give a whole lot of suggestions and then we can pick one! PLEASE!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing
3 days. 3 days it had been. Three days of ceaseless fighting, of attacking and murdering any enemy Scanrans who came even CLOSE to Kel and the other Tortallans. Neal was beginning to wonder if she hadn't just plunged herself into this to try and escape her mind. Her miserable thoughts. Feelings for her lost Cleon, and thoughts for what was to come.
Kel had sweeped herself into an emotionless Yamani lump for the past week, deciding a few days ago that she would take out the/her anger and hurt of Cleon's death and use it against the Scanrans.
Neal, of course, had no choice but to follow her. He didn't want to see his friend get hurt. And they were, of course, just friends.
The Scanrans were relentless, pushing harder and harder on the Scanra/Tortall border daily. Mages were at work, and everyone was grim-faced as they sat down to a small evening meal.
This, my friends, is where we find our lovable Meathead and Lady Knight.
Kel pushed her fork around her plate, not really eating anything on it. Silent once again.
"So - d'you think we'll-" a member of the King's Own began to ask Kel. She didn't seem to be listening at all. Just in her own little daze.
'If only...' her thoughts wavered.
"Lady Kel?"
"What? Mmm..I'm not sure." It was an easy reply to any sort of question, and Neal had been noticing how often this type of conversation was occuring. His foreheaed creased with worry.
"Kel," he said gently. "How about we get some sleep?"
Slowly, and without answering, Kel pushed her plate and stood up, nodding a 'good evening' to the King's Own man. He was a new recruit, for she didn't know him at all.
It seemed to be a cycle at the moment. Wake early in the morning, glaive practice, eat, get ready for battle, do battle, eat, do battle, continue this for possibly a few days before returning to the main camp, where she was now. At the end of the week, she would have been to busy to think about Cleon at all.
Kel pulled on a nightgown over her shoulders and got into her bedroll.
.
She dreamed.
There stood Cleon - reaching out to her, wearing torn rags.
"You killed me. You killed me. You-" he kept saying, his eyes harsh.
"Why didn't you stop me from leaving? It's all your fault. Look. Now I'm dead. You've killed me..."
The image of Cleon faded. Kel saw herself surrounded by a pile of bodies. The world seemed frozen, and she was the only one that could move. She bent down and pulled the body nearest to her by the shoulder. Cold, glass green eyes bore into her. Neal!
'No! He can't..' Water seeped from her eyes, her hand clutching his lifeless one.
"You killed me. You killed us all" That face of Cleon arose again. She saw the faces of all her friends- Dom, Flaron, tha man from the Own, Meric, Neal, Own, Roald, Yamani ladies, her mother, Raoul - they all spoke in that same tone, their faces pushing against hers.
"You killed me."
Kel awoke, tears streaming out of her eyes. She shivered. She wasn't sure if it was from the cold. She would sleep no more tonight.
.
Neal knew he should do something, help her. But this was not something he was able to heal with his Gift. He turned to someone else to talk to Kel.
"Whatever" Dom said carelessly, but gave him a wink. Neal gave his cousin a playful punch but went back to his breakfast meal.
.
Kel was helping unload new food supplies from a rickety wagon when Dom found her. He saw sweat on her temples, and it looked like she concentrated with all her strength.
'Pick up the next one. Lift. Put it in...I wonder if.. No! Pick up the next one..; the thoughts ran through her head and she didn't notice when Dom casually came up to her, leaning agaisnt the wagon.
"You know it might break." Dom was surprised that she was the first one to speak.
"What, the wagon?"
"Yeah. You should probably get away from it."
"Dom shrugged and started helping them unload the packages. Other men scurried back and forth as Kel began again.
"So. What's wrong with me this time?"
Dom couldn't think of anything to reply with, Kel was acting so strangely.
"I mean, I know I've been trying to distract myself from Cleon," she paused. The memory of him still hurt.
"But I have decided to go. I feel like going home. Kel heaved out a sigh. "I'm still numb, Dom. It's like I don't feel anything anymore. And I'm useless dead."
He took in her words, understanding.
"I can see why you'd want some time. It's wrong to fight if you won't be concentrating in battle. We can't let our Lady Knight get hurt." Kel smiled weakly and picked up another bag.
.
Kel had told Neal about her plans to leave, and he asked her why she so suddenly felt she had to go.
"I've had dreams. With people I know in them. They-they just all surround me. And their faces...its all so sad.
"And they scream out to me 'you've killed me, you've killed me'! And Cleon is there too. Everthing is my fault."
Kel stopped, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears. "I see everybody, even you Neal, and I've killed you all. The other night I realised what I was doing to myself. I was just using all of my anger on the Scanrans in battle, as though it would help Cleon," Kel continued bitterly, disgusted with herself, "I wasn't even really concentrtaing. I could have died, Neal. Then what use would I be?"
Neal nodded, recieving her message, and let her go on.
"So I decided that it would be better if I just went home. Take a break before I do anything else."
"It..it takes time," Neal said assuringly and hugged her around the shoulders (A/N in Tammy's books, this seem - 'not romanticy' so I'm using it here)
"I'm going to pack my stuff. See you at lunch."
"What? You're not seriously thinking of going without me as your escort? Peposterous!" Neal said, pretending his pride was hurt. He made her grin.
"I'm coming with you, and I won't accept any 'no's'."
Kel knew it was pointless to argue, so she had to agree.
"Fine, but we'll leave after lunch, so pack all your junk."
Neal gave her a mock deep bow as she walked out of the tent.
"Yes, my Lady. As you wish."
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Just tell me what you seriously think, and ANYTHING I can improve. Like if I jumped Kel's emotions too quickly, or not enough descriptions, etc. Review. Please. And don't forget Title ideas.
I need a title. Larzdinn- you're right. The old title had absolutely nothing to do with anything. I guess I just thought it sounded good ^_^ So, somebody help me with a title for this, No-not 'Kel+Neal=love' or anything like that. And you don't know the plot, so just give a whole lot of suggestions and then we can pick one! PLEASE!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing
3 days. 3 days it had been. Three days of ceaseless fighting, of attacking and murdering any enemy Scanrans who came even CLOSE to Kel and the other Tortallans. Neal was beginning to wonder if she hadn't just plunged herself into this to try and escape her mind. Her miserable thoughts. Feelings for her lost Cleon, and thoughts for what was to come.
Kel had sweeped herself into an emotionless Yamani lump for the past week, deciding a few days ago that she would take out the/her anger and hurt of Cleon's death and use it against the Scanrans.
Neal, of course, had no choice but to follow her. He didn't want to see his friend get hurt. And they were, of course, just friends.
The Scanrans were relentless, pushing harder and harder on the Scanra/Tortall border daily. Mages were at work, and everyone was grim-faced as they sat down to a small evening meal.
This, my friends, is where we find our lovable Meathead and Lady Knight.
Kel pushed her fork around her plate, not really eating anything on it. Silent once again.
"So - d'you think we'll-" a member of the King's Own began to ask Kel. She didn't seem to be listening at all. Just in her own little daze.
'If only...' her thoughts wavered.
"Lady Kel?"
"What? Mmm..I'm not sure." It was an easy reply to any sort of question, and Neal had been noticing how often this type of conversation was occuring. His foreheaed creased with worry.
"Kel," he said gently. "How about we get some sleep?"
Slowly, and without answering, Kel pushed her plate and stood up, nodding a 'good evening' to the King's Own man. He was a new recruit, for she didn't know him at all.
It seemed to be a cycle at the moment. Wake early in the morning, glaive practice, eat, get ready for battle, do battle, eat, do battle, continue this for possibly a few days before returning to the main camp, where she was now. At the end of the week, she would have been to busy to think about Cleon at all.
Kel pulled on a nightgown over her shoulders and got into her bedroll.
.
She dreamed.
There stood Cleon - reaching out to her, wearing torn rags.
"You killed me. You killed me. You-" he kept saying, his eyes harsh.
"Why didn't you stop me from leaving? It's all your fault. Look. Now I'm dead. You've killed me..."
The image of Cleon faded. Kel saw herself surrounded by a pile of bodies. The world seemed frozen, and she was the only one that could move. She bent down and pulled the body nearest to her by the shoulder. Cold, glass green eyes bore into her. Neal!
'No! He can't..' Water seeped from her eyes, her hand clutching his lifeless one.
"You killed me. You killed us all" That face of Cleon arose again. She saw the faces of all her friends- Dom, Flaron, tha man from the Own, Meric, Neal, Own, Roald, Yamani ladies, her mother, Raoul - they all spoke in that same tone, their faces pushing against hers.
"You killed me."
Kel awoke, tears streaming out of her eyes. She shivered. She wasn't sure if it was from the cold. She would sleep no more tonight.
.
Neal knew he should do something, help her. But this was not something he was able to heal with his Gift. He turned to someone else to talk to Kel.
"Whatever" Dom said carelessly, but gave him a wink. Neal gave his cousin a playful punch but went back to his breakfast meal.
.
Kel was helping unload new food supplies from a rickety wagon when Dom found her. He saw sweat on her temples, and it looked like she concentrated with all her strength.
'Pick up the next one. Lift. Put it in...I wonder if.. No! Pick up the next one..; the thoughts ran through her head and she didn't notice when Dom casually came up to her, leaning agaisnt the wagon.
"You know it might break." Dom was surprised that she was the first one to speak.
"What, the wagon?"
"Yeah. You should probably get away from it."
"Dom shrugged and started helping them unload the packages. Other men scurried back and forth as Kel began again.
"So. What's wrong with me this time?"
Dom couldn't think of anything to reply with, Kel was acting so strangely.
"I mean, I know I've been trying to distract myself from Cleon," she paused. The memory of him still hurt.
"But I have decided to go. I feel like going home. Kel heaved out a sigh. "I'm still numb, Dom. It's like I don't feel anything anymore. And I'm useless dead."
He took in her words, understanding.
"I can see why you'd want some time. It's wrong to fight if you won't be concentrating in battle. We can't let our Lady Knight get hurt." Kel smiled weakly and picked up another bag.
.
Kel had told Neal about her plans to leave, and he asked her why she so suddenly felt she had to go.
"I've had dreams. With people I know in them. They-they just all surround me. And their faces...its all so sad.
"And they scream out to me 'you've killed me, you've killed me'! And Cleon is there too. Everthing is my fault."
Kel stopped, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears. "I see everybody, even you Neal, and I've killed you all. The other night I realised what I was doing to myself. I was just using all of my anger on the Scanrans in battle, as though it would help Cleon," Kel continued bitterly, disgusted with herself, "I wasn't even really concentrtaing. I could have died, Neal. Then what use would I be?"
Neal nodded, recieving her message, and let her go on.
"So I decided that it would be better if I just went home. Take a break before I do anything else."
"It..it takes time," Neal said assuringly and hugged her around the shoulders (A/N in Tammy's books, this seem - 'not romanticy' so I'm using it here)
"I'm going to pack my stuff. See you at lunch."
"What? You're not seriously thinking of going without me as your escort? Peposterous!" Neal said, pretending his pride was hurt. He made her grin.
"I'm coming with you, and I won't accept any 'no's'."
Kel knew it was pointless to argue, so she had to agree.
"Fine, but we'll leave after lunch, so pack all your junk."
Neal gave her a mock deep bow as she walked out of the tent.
"Yes, my Lady. As you wish."
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Just tell me what you seriously think, and ANYTHING I can improve. Like if I jumped Kel's emotions too quickly, or not enough descriptions, etc. Review. Please. And don't forget Title ideas.