Title: Tears of Angels
Author: PhoenixTears25
Summary: a fugitive with nowhere to go, bleeding and almost dead he is found by a young girl and together an adventure will begin for freedom of a deadly curse.
Pairing: KaiHil
A/N: This is my first KaiHil so ignore all odd things that happen that may not make sense; this is also a fantasy supernatural thing so bear with me for any mistakes. I will also be using words from several fantasy books that I have read and ideas and places, and also words from other languages which you may recognize.
Chapter One
Roark was known for its magic and good people; the great city was situated in a lush green valley with farmers close by, and with the only way in Roark was through The Pass the people of the city were rarely visited by strangers – until now.
Hilary did no know why she ventured out to the lake that morning, she did not know why she did not want to invite Tyson or Max with which she usually did, she also did not know why but she felt drawn to the Great Lake that autumn day.
Her eyes taking in the crystal clear waters, where it was illegal to fish for the lake carried magical properties, Hilary stood knee deep in the waters, feeling a sudden wash of freedom.
Her long auburn coloured hair hung loose on her back, large ruby eyes stared up at the blue sky not seeing a single cloud, and her simple tunic was cute short, with a blue cord tied around the middle, her leather sandals forgotten on the beach nearby.
A sudden scream was heard, sending chills down her back, looking around Hilary saw that the water looked disturbed, she looked around but saw nothing.
Another scream was heard and this time Hilary was sure it was human, getting out of the water she rushed to woods, grabbing her sandals on the way.
She hid behind a huge oak as something came closer.
It was covered in a dark cloak and slouched its way to the water, limping whatever it was almost fell into the water, sitting on its knees Hilary stared at the creatures back.
The hood of the cloak was removed and slate hair was seen, Hilary moved quietly to get a better view, moving so she could see the face from the side Hilary gasped.
The face was not of Roark, so pale and sick, two blue triangles were seen on its cheek, tribal tattoos, Hilary could only stare as it washed its face with bandaged hands, and Hilary stared at the face that was neither man nor boy as he drank from the lake.
She watched as the lake recoiled from his touch, the tide was now further away as he knelt, not wanting to be touched by this foreign being.
The boy smirked and nodded mumbling something, Hilary could only think that he was some sort of mage, but evil for the lake did not want to touch him.
The boy unwound his bandages on his hands and winced as he dipped them into the water, Hilary watched as the burnt hand was soon being healed but only to the extent that there would be no pain.
The boy brought his hands close up to him and started bandaging them he nodded to the lake he stood up bowed to the lake, thanking the waters he placed his hood back on and stared out into the waters.
The water of the Great Lake ebbed and flowed always coming closer the boy, the boy looked down at the water that touched his toes, and Hilary realized that he had no kind of footwear, she also saw that the waters wished to touch him.
The boy smiled at the lake and nodded, removing his large dark cloak he stood in a simple cotton shirt and cotton pants, a chain around his neck with a red stone embedded inside.
The boy walked into the water, he swam underneath it, the waters using there healing magic to heal him of his wounds.
Laughter was heard and Hilary cursed as she saw who was there, two girls, she could not see them properly but the boy was nowhere to be seen, but his cloak was noticed by one the girls.
As the one girl walked to the cloak Hilary saw that it was Mariah, one of the local neko-jin, with her golden eyes and sharp teeth Mariah was also a good friend.
Mariah picked up the cloak and threw it down again, the smell of plague and sickness had been smelt and she did not like it, she ran towards Emily and two girls left.
Hilary let out the breath she had been holding and looked out into the water, no sign of the boy, then he saw him, his head, he stared and started getting out.
He was up to his waist in the water and he slipped and fell backwards, Hilary almost shouted and waited to see if he would rise to the surface but he did not.
Hilary ran without thinking to the water and found him, his head bleeding; she grabbed him and carried him to the shore.
Hilary lay him down and panted, his skin was burnt and the shirt was bloodstained, she saw he had two triangle tattoos on either side, his lips parted Hilary almost thought he was dead, she knew there was only one thing she could do.
Putting her lips to his she breathed into him, his chest rose as she breathed in and out, Hilary stopped and saw the chest fall, she tried again and stopped he was breathing on his own but barely.
She did it again and he took deeper breaths, it appeared he would not wake, Hilary looked around and saw that there was a small cave nearby and dragged him to it, carrying him with the cloak she made a small fire and left, hoping that he would wake.
She sat down next to him, she stared at him and could only wonder where he'd come from and what he was doing here, and how he even came to be on the one side of the valley that the pass did not go through.
The red gem that hung from the boy's chain shimmered and Hilary picked it up off his chest, it was small and the oval she stared closely, there was no indication of what kind of gem it was, it was one she'd never seen.
He moaned and she dropped the stone, his eyes began to flutter open, he frowned and stared at her through hazed vision, his lips parted and his frown deepened.
Hilary stared at him worried, if he was a mage would he punish her for spying or if he truly is a tribal-man would he harm her, they were known for there harsh ways on strangers, especially females.
His eyes closed and he moaned, Hilary placed her hand on his forehead and felt as a fever began to grow.
He needed a healer and Hilary was no healer, not even close, she wiped away the newly formed sweat and kissed his forehead, he needed help otherwise he was to die.
Tuginda 1 was not a place you'd go for your holidays, it was a place of work and no play, and it was where magic was abused and more importantly their people.
It was a barren place and not a very nice place to live; there was no escape from the heat or the stench of burning flesh.
Surrounded by rocky terrain and a few underground springs the city itself was situated on the mountains, people spent most of their days inside the caves were it was cooler and not so harsh under the midday sun.
Tala winced as he stepped out into the sun, his red hair was held back by a thong and sweat covered his face and bare back.
He watched as a scorpion scuttled past and hid in his hole, Tala looked up at the forever blue sky, no clouds were seen, no signs of rain.
"Tala!"
Someone called his name, looking around Tala saw Ian heading his way; his short large nosed companion came to him, also drenched in sweat.
"Tala have you heard the news" he asked him.
"No, what news?"
Ian smiled happy that he was the first one telling Tala this great piece of information.
"Its Kai…he's missing"
"Missing!"
"Yeah, and they say he took the Stone with him and you know what that means"
Tala looked out at the barren landscape and nodded, "Yeah, it means my head".
Her voice was soft and soothing as Hilary sang, wiping the boys face down with a wet cold cloth, she could no go back home and leave him here, he needed help and she was afraid that if she left him he would not survive.
The red stone glowed as it responded to her voice, Hilary could only wonder why?
She wiped his face again and sang, his face was calmer and not so agitated, his body had been tense but was now relaxed.
She stopped singing and stared at him in wonder.
"Where do you come from…you look so young?"
"spasiba" 2
His voice was hoarse but a tenor, Hilary listened closely, he spoke another language she did not know, what had he said?
Hilary laced her fingers with his and held his hand, hoping he would respond somehow.
"Can you hear me, please squeeze my hand if you can hear me"
There was no response but he did, so lightly Hilary almost missed it. She smiled and squeezed back, "What's your name?"
"Kai"
"Kai" she repeated to herself, she smiled and almost jumped, she squeezed his hand again and wiped his forward.
"My name is Hilary"
"Hilary…spasiba"
Hilary frowned, he said it again, that strange word.
"What…what does that mean Kai?"
He moaned and squeezed her hand; the small stone began to glow, its warmth washed over her and Kai.
"Thank…you"
Hilary stared at him as he drifted into a soundless sleep, she felt his hand go limp and the stone lose its glow, she stared dumbfounded at his face, who was this boy!
She smiled and placed a kiss on his forehead, whoever he was, he was a mystery.
First chpt done Hooray!
Don't know where this will be going of whether it will be continued.
1 – Tuginda; is a name of a priestess in Shardik by Richard Adams
2 – Spasiba; Thank You in Russian