Well...okay...hi! ^^"

This is my first FF in english so don't expect too much ^^ I'm german. But I'll try! (With Google if necessary... xDD )

Oh yeah! Before I forget...

I do not own anything!

(Surprising, eh? Did you expect that? Did ya? No. I knew it.)

Ähem. Sorry ^^" So...I'm gonna start then, alright? :D

Enjoy (if possible :D I hope so xD )

Death was a cold business. Everything froze, became numb, the vision was blurred and clouded in never-ending darkness.
He had hoped, no he had known that he would die a warrior's death. On the
battlefield. Surrounded by the blood of his brothers and sisters.

But now he was taught a lesson, apparently.

Betrayed.

Stabbed from behind.

A death as shameful as nothing else could be. He was a prince, he was damned to die in battle! And now he was robbed of his
destiny? Because of love?

Love...to mankind? Could that be the reason of Nuala's decision of killing herself and him as well?

How could one possibly love mankind? Faithless, treacherous and weak as they
were? How? It was an unbearable shame for a princess.

Was death really cold? Was it the end? He had to believe it. He had to. But why...

Then why didn't he die?

Or was he dead already? Anyway, death was not as cold as he imagined it to be.
He didn't feel the cold. He felt...

Nothing...?

A quiet sound called his attention. A silent pounding. A constant pounding.

What is that...?

The sound became faster, it came more often. There was something familiar
about that sound. But he couldn't recognize it.

Shouldn't I be dead...?

Suddenly a feeling spread inside him, he didn't know from where but it
accompanied the sound, which was increasing it's speed, after all.

Warmth?

He felt...warmth...? Shouldn't death be cold? Cold like ice?
Did that mean that he was...alive?

Suddenly a whisper came close to his ear. Nothing more but a breeze, but he
believed to hear words in it.

Vive vive...

The voice was singing. It was an easy melody, but it filled him with
warmth...and again there was this familiar feeling...
He knew the voice, but on the other hand he didn't. Why couldn't he remember it?

Suddenly pain overwhelmed his mind. It hit him like a wave of pure fury, that
death had lost one of his prisoners...one moment. Death? Did that mean,
that...? But it couldn't be...!

Vide Vide

The song was changing. All of a sudden he knew that it was above him. He knew
that he was lying on the ground. And he noticed the darkness around him...were
his eyes closed? Carefully he tried to open them. It didn't work.
He wanted to try again, as the song changed once again.

Memento memento...

A piercing pain. Just below his heart, whose beating he had heard all the time
in his head.

Spiro spiro...

Air filled his lungs. His body bent in protest as his lungs resumed their work again and pumped oxygen through his blood and let him breathe again.
A tortured gasp came from his mouth. A few moments he just lay there, breathing. What a feeling to get air to breathe after 2 months...wait.
Air...to breathe?

I'm...alive?

Uncertain he tried to open his eyes. It worked. He caught sight of a vaulted
ceiling, feeling the hard stone floor beneath him.

He couldn't believe it.

The piercing pain didn't allow him to move, but it didn't matter to him now.
Nothing did, except one thing.
He had totally forgotten about his surroundings, his eyes closed. He was
surrounded by darkness again at once, but he didn't care. The darkness seemed
to embrace him, caress him, to welcome him in life once again. Suddenly he
realized that he never had noticed how wonderful it was to breathe...Repressed
the pain, forgotten the cold, the voice, the strange song which gave him new
life. All that mattered was the thought that shined in his mind brighter than
the sun.

I'm alive.


BPRD

Rain pounded against the thin window glass, as if it wanted to destroy it and sneak into the room behind it. But the glass was more resistant than it looked.
Even if it wasn't thicker than half a centimeter- it endured more than one would think. So the raindrops weren't a serious threat at all.
They burst on the window, knocked loudly, were ignored and ran down the glass. They were reflecting the dim light, which came from the small lamp on the desk right in front of the window.
Threw it in the face of the young woman sitting in front of the desk, where it broke in her glasses.

It was beautiful.

The young woman however didn't notice it at all.

She pored over a book, which seemed to be very old. Her eyes were fixed on the ornate and faded letters.
With a faint rustle she turned one page which almost threatened to break away from the golden cover of the book.

She sighed and blew the strand of hair- which hung in her face at the moment- a few centimetres up in the air.
That had the effect that the strand hung in the same place just a few moments later.

The small lamp on the desk was the only thing in the room that spent at least a little bit light. The rest was dark.
But despite the darkness one could easily see that this room was a laboratory.
Wooden shelves crammed with books about science and history were standing around and on the white bench were all kinds of laboratory tools that existed in the world.
And above all of that hung the unmistakable scent of a hospital.

The young woman seemed to be fine with that, she was engrossed in her book after all. A low hiss from the door told her that someone had just entered.

"Ice?"

"Come in", muttered the woman without looking up from her book. Abe came in, the door behind him closed as quietly as it had opened before.
Despite the more or less annoying devices he had to carry on his body to survive a longer time out of the water, he approached quite silent. "Because of the goblins-"
he interrupted himself as soon as he saw the book.
"Oh"
She nodded absently.

"Exactly...the language is as old as the book itself" Ice muttered without looking up.
"Which means?" she heard the questioning look more than she saw it. There were a few moments of silence. Finally she sighed, sat up in her chair and smiled a little tired smile at the sea creature.
"Which means I don't understand a word. Almost." Abraham flinched at her in slight confusion. "Then...why are you reading it?"

Ice pushed back her chair, rose and rubbed her back, groaning. Long sitting seemed not to be so good for her.

"I look smarter, if I do. And I understand a little bit, anyway. That's enough already.", she said with a sly grin.

"I see..." Abe muttered, but then he seemed to remember something. "Before I forget...Manning wants to see you."
The consequence of these words were a slightly angry look from the woman in front of him.

"And why?" Abe shrugged his shoulders. She sighed a quiet, annoyed sigh.
"...I will be there in a sec...", she muttered.
Then she turned to the small desk lamp and wanted to turn it off, when something suddenly drew her attention.

Something outside.

Through her window she could see the main gate. And exactly there seemed to be
some movement. As if something would sneak through the darkness.

"Hey...Abe?"

"Yes?"

"Do you see something outside, too? Or am I just hallucinating?"

Abe was already at the door, but now he turned and came back to the window again. "Oh yes. I see something." he grinned,
"For some reason the security is gone."

Ice's eyebrows nearly formed a V. "You know what I mea-"
She was interrupted by a loud, shrill noise that echoed through the entire building. The two exchanged just one look and both knew everything they had to know.
A few seconds later Ice ran out the room along the white-painted hallway. Her destination, the main gate.

It took less a half minute, before she ran into Liz, who shortly accompanied her in running. "What the hell is going on?", Ice asked breathless.
Liz didn't answer her. Ice looked at her. "Liz?" Liz just shook her head and stopped. "Go ahead, I'm right behind you...", she breathed heavily.
That wasn't surprising, after all she was pregnant. In the fourth month.

Since Ice didn't move she impatiently waved her hand. "Now hurry up, will ya? They'll need a doctor more than me there!" Ice just grinned and ran down the
rest of the way to the main gate.

She didn't get far before she had the first agents on the way that looked mostly rather confused, instead of being tense or scared. No one really seemed
to know what was going on, so she didn't even ask.

After a few more passed hallways she finally got to the main gate. Without paying attention to anyone or anything she rushed into the rain and ran to the
small group right in front of the iron gates.
Red didn't seemed to be here. No one from the Team seemed to be.

The whole group stared at something in their middle...or someone. An agent stepped aside to let Ice through. She wanted it to be like all the other days-
cool and calm, but that wasn't possible here.

Not as she saw the man, who lied a few meters away on the wet asphalt.

Golden hair.
Pale skin.
The seal on his sword.

Slowly Ice came closer and knelt down beside the man, who seemed to be unconscious. Carefully she stroked the wet hair from his face.

Scars.

She heard a low curse from one of the agents behind her. She was to confused to even flinch. But who wouldn't be surprised?
Every person would be, if they had found an unconscious Elven Prince right in front of their door.

Nuada

Well...not perfect, I know. :D But hey! I managed to write in english AND to get a Beta Reader! *O*

Please R&R ^_^