-1Disclaimer: I don't own the characters…
Chapter 1. Unspoken
The room was nearly pitch black. The walls were quite bare, another than the single, small window, that had dark blinds drawn over it, drowning out all light that the lonely moon might have attempted to force into the dreary scene. The only break in the seemingly endless darkness was a head of bright, silver hair, that almost appeared to glow in the gloomy, smelly room in the old, rundown fortress. Micaiah's face was quite pale (even more so than usual) and her eyes had been closed tightly for hours. Though she appeared quite peaceful, she had gone too long in this unmoving state. She'd had several visitors throughout the night, including a quite nervous and worried Edward, but at the moment, the room appeared to be quite empty. However, upon further inspection, one might notice a young man, clad in green, sitting silently in the corner. He moved even less than the unconscious girl laying in bed.
Finally, the Silver Haired Maiden stirred. It was hardly a noticeable movement, however, it did not escape the keen eyes of her ever present guardian. He was at her side in less than a second, holding her hand. After several minuets, she opened her eyes, finally. Of course, the first thing she saw was Sothe's face, and she smiled when she saw it. However, when she took in her strange surroundings, she frowned in confusion. "Sothe…Where am I?" She asked, blushing as she realized that he was holding her hand.
"The fort…Pelleas's…" Sothe answered in the most soothing voice he could muster. She remembered the battle before, remembered using Sacrifice to save a severely wounded Edward. She remembered feeling weak, but she also remembered the battle. She remembered her meeting with Pelleas, the man who would save her country, and his strange companions…But everything after the meeting…she had no idea what happened. "You collapsed shortly after the meeting," Sothe answered her unspoken question. "You put far too much of your energy into that Sacrifice spell…I told you to be more careful with that thing…" Sothe added with a fatherly voice. "How long have I been out?" She asked tentatively. "Almost 6 hours…"
"Edward's worried, he things this was his fault. You should speak with him." Sothe advised. "I will…But for now…I'm just glad to have your company? Have you been here the whole time?"
"Yes."
"Heh, I should have know…And Sothe…uh-"
"You're welcome…"
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-going well. Hope to see you soon.
Sincerely Haar
Jill, the pink haired wyvern rider finished reading the letter from her business partner, and best friend's letter. She hadn't seen him since She'd rejoined the Daein army. "Look at that…'Sincerely?' That's just…not fair…" Why couldn't it say 'Love Haar?' Signing a letter with love didn't even have to mean you were in love with the person it was addressed to! It was only polite! But she, the one who'd all but thrown herself at him for all these years got nothing but 'sincerely'?! She would have expected him to write 'love simply because it was shorter, and he could get back to his nap sooner…
These were the things going through the head of the young wyvern rider at the war conference, if that's what you could call it. Really, it was little more than a bunch of teenagers gathered around a table. Admittedly, she was fairly young for a soldier, but that's exactly why she was surprised by the age of this new army. The new leader, Micaiah couldn't be any older than Jill herself! Jill respected Micaiah well enough. She was smart, cunning, and had that strange power…but were these really the kind of people that would bring Daein back to power? Oh well, beggars can't be choosers. "Let's pack it up, and move out!" And Jill did just that.
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Author's note:
Well, that's the first chapter of my first fan fic! Please leave reviews! I'd like to continue, but don't want to if no one likes it.