A/N: I'm back! Oh yeah! Just like I said I would! Anyway, moving on with our lives. I was thinking about writing this after I re-read the Key a while back. It starts at the bit after the immortals are killed. It's a bit serious and Angsty at the beginning but it does get funnier in the next chapter…I think. So enjoy…

Disclaimer: I don't own GoT but I do own some characters and the plot… in a way…

Matt

Isabel turns to me, shaking her head: there's nothing she can do. Both brother and sister are dead.

She consoles Arkarian with a hug, steering him over to the rest of the named. He's in shock: Just staring into space with his eyes glazed over. It may take a while for his father's death to sink in but at least he's doing better than Lady Arabella, who is currently trying to get Lorian to wake up.

Her fingers curl around the dagger lodged deeply in his throat. She quickly pulls it out, applying pressure to the wound as if by ridding him of the sharp object, she can bring him back to life. Barely any blood spills from the wound because Lorian has died and cannot be revived. She checks the immortal's wrists for a pulse but finds none, like we all knew she would.

As I make my way over to her with Lord Penbarin and Queen Brystianne at my side, Lady Arabella begins doing chest compressions on her dead leader.

"8…9…10…Come on Lorian. Wake up…1…2…3…4…5… Please don't leave me…6…7…8…9…10"

Lord Penbarin places a hand on her shoulder. "He's gone, Arabella"

She shrugs the hand off. "He'll wake up" She insists. "He's unconscious. He'll be fine." Softening her tone of voice as she gently slaps Lorian's pale cheeks, she pleads. "Come on. Wake up, my dear" She sounds as if she's waking a small child for school rather than deluding herself about a dead immortal. She loves him as much as I love Neriah – too much to let go.

Tears are rolling down Queen Brystianne's cheeks as Lady Arabella, weeping herself, listens for a non-existent heartbeat. Lord Penbarin drops the volume of his voice for another attempt to stop his fellow tribunal member. "Arabella, there is nothing you can do. Lorian is dead."

Lady Arabella is sobbing now. "No, He's not!" She screams at her old friend. I step back a bit; this coming from delicate, kind Lady Arabella is shocking. Though, it's her tone of voice - so full of childlike innocence - that drives a sharp pang of empathy through my heart. "Why isn't he waking up?"

"He is gone" Queen Brystianne's voice is barely a whisper.

Lady Arabella says firmly, through the tears. "He's not! He wouldn't do that! He wouldn't leave us like that."

"You saw it." Queen Brystianne reasons quietly. "Lorian didn't want to leave us like that. He had no choice."

Lord Penbarin explains: "Lorian is dead and nothing we do will change that."

"We can bring him back!" Lady Arabella sobs, pulling me to my knees beside her by the hand. "Matt, bring him back!"

"I can't" I reply firmly. "It's not possible."

"It is!" She argues. "I've seen proof! It is possible!"

"I can't" I repeat.

She clutches my arm pleadingly. "Then call your father. Please Matt!"

I nod, but there is no need to call Dartemis; he appears the other side of his brother's body. Although silent tears are rolling down his cheeks, his voice sounds as strong as usual as he takes Lorian's hand and says a word I don't understand before laying it back down on the grass.

Lady Arabella enquires, still sobbing. "Can you bring him back?"

Dartemis shakes his head. "I am no miracle worker." With that, he leaves to speak with Arkarian and Isabel.

I don't know which touches my feelings more, Lady Arabella's cry of anguish echoing though the forest or her heart broken, mournful tone of voice as she says. "You said you wouldn't leave me."

It feels to me that when she plant a kiss on Lorian's forehead, she leaves behind her heart, dreams and love, leaving only grief and guilt behind. She collapses, sobbing uncontrollably onto Lorian's unmoving chest.

Watching her, I feel a sudden pang of guilt. I should've stopped this; I'm the leader of the Named. But when I think about it, I was unable to. I, the immortal so of a very powerful immortal, was powerless.

Lady Arabella suddenly rises, anger blazing through her eyes. She grasps the dagger that killed her love with white knuckles.

"This is all your fault!" She screeches, raising the dagger, poised to throw it. I turn to stop her but Lord Penbarin holds me back as Lady Arabella, eaten up by her grief, sends the dagger slicing through the air and into the Goddess' corpse before the lady collapses back onto Lorian's chest once more, her body having as sobs overwhelm her.

Dark stuff. Anyway, what did you think? Review pretty please!!!!!!!!!!

Next chapter has a bit of humour it. How does that work I hear you say? It does, you'll see if you read it……

:-p Smile, it's Cheeseday!!!