DISCLAIMER: I luv all my reviewers, but none of it's mine, (except I want Neal so badly). The song is Teddy Thompson's Love Her For That luv ya!

As the unconcious form of the second Lady Knight in centuries was carried into the infirmary at New Hope, a tired green eyed healer rushed over.

Nealan of Queenscove was shocked to see his best friend lying there, looking so helpless, face white and pained. Kneeling beside her, he removed the bandage on her side carefully, then cried out in horror at what he saw.

There was a gaping wound on Keladry of Mindelan's torso. As he fellt it with green glowing hands, a tear trickled down his face. The arrow that had pierced her had been poisoned. After an hour of lying on the ground before anyone found her, there was nothing he could do at this point

She's a feeler and I love her for that

No matter how long I will always come back

He had seen many of his friends suffer in this gods forsaken war with Scanra, but none had hurt him so deeply. As much as he tried to deny it, he knew in his heart that he was in love with her. Yuki had been a cover, to convince himself that his feeling for Kel were merely those of a friend. Now as he gazed upon her pale and broken body, the truth had come back to slap him in the face.

They had always shared a special bond. One that was more than friends, but not quite lovers. He had always admired her for everything she did, and hoped in his heart that she felt the same way about him.

There's a bond that we share, it will always be there

She may be holding but I love her for that

He sat beside her, doing everything he could to make her suffer less, remembering everything he could about the woman before him. The way she hid all of her emotions behind the mask that he had admired and had driven him insane. The way she always put everyone else before herself. The look of determination on her face when she set out to rescue the refugees. The way she took everything that life threw at her, and defeated it.

As tears began to stream down his face, his mind turned to the trivial aspect of Kel, that he had always laughed about before, but now pained him to remember. The way she had helped him with his math problems as a page. The way she always told him to eat his vegetables. The way she had always listened patiently to his gods awful poetry, when all of the other pages had yelled at him. The way her beautiful hazel eye sparkled with laughter when she looked at him.

There are reasons that I'm out here so far

Blows are weaker from an ocean apart

He remembered how they had drifted apart after their Ordeals. How had that happened? They had been best friends and inseparable as pages and squires, even though he was squire to the Lioness. Why had they stopped talking and writing to each other? He hadn't even told her when his first child was born. That was the sort of things that best friends told each other.

And I guess I could run from my place in the sun

She wouldn't let me, and I love her for that

By now his eyes were red, and the tears wouldn't come anymore. He remembered all of the times he had considered abandoning his knight training, but had always held on, just for her. She had always made him believe that he could pull through, even when she didn't believe it herself.

Lifting his head, he gazed at her silent, still face, cursing the gods for doing this to her, to him, to everyone. He prayed to the Black God, begging him not to take Kel. He knew that he couldn't live with out her strong presence with him.

And oh you steal her

You love her and deceive her

She did nothing so wrong, so wrong

The door of the infirmary opened quietly, and all of Kel's friends filed in slowly. Neal was amazed at how many people cared for her. Most of them were silently crying for the Lady Kinght. He counted Yuki, Shinko, Alanna, Raoul, Dom, Daine, Owen, Roald, Merric, Cleon, Seaver, Faleron, Esmond, even Flyndan, Qasim, Wolset and Lerant from the Own. The stood around the door, to give Neal and Kel room.

Voice of angels, ended quick by his knife

Bonds are broken between a man and his wife

Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared in the corner of the room. A hooded figure approached the bed. Despite Neal's tears and pleading, the Black God extended a hand to the still form of Kel.

As her chest ceased to rise and fall, a silver shadow rose from the bed. It looked like a faded image of Kel, able to be distinguished, but transparent, an only retaining the seeming of a figure. It turned towards the crowd, and gazed at them all in turn, Then she smiled.

"Thank you all."

With that she placed a hand in the god's dark one, and was lost.

And the songs that are left to remind of the theft

She'll let you sing them, and I love her for that