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It's killing me, we die when love is dead, it's killing me, we lost a dream we never had. The world in silence should forever feel alone, 'cause we are gone and we will never overcome it's over now. Vultures are waiting for what's left of us. What can we take? It all has no worth if we lose our trust they're coming closer, want me and you. I can feel their claws let me go now. Try to break free
Not all those who wander are lost.
-J.R.R. Tolkien
Third Person POV
Flashback
"Thanks Pyralspite, you always know just what to say to cheer me up."
End of Flashback
If The Summoner doubted that it wasn't Redglare before it was garunteed now. He walked slowly through the rooms until he found her with her head through the window (communicating with Pyralspite). He felt an unknown happiness churn at the pit of his stomach at the sight of her, deciding on the best appraoch he took a deep breath and stepped closer.
"Redglare?"
He watched as her muscles stiffened and her breathing nearly stopped, turning around slowly her eyes widened at the sight of him. Rushing forward she jumped and hugged him. She buried her face into his chest breathing in his scent (It smelt like a deep dark chocolate and blood).
"Mis sht really ooo?"
The Summoner chuckled lightly as he stared tenderly at the top of her head sending the vibrations throughout her body.
"Yes it's me Redglare, it's nice to see you're okay."
She lifted her head slowly soshe was looking into The Summoner's eyes, "I'm glad The Grand Highblood didn't kill you."
"Wh would he ki..." The Summner trailed off rembering the Grand Highblood's threat, swallowing he pushed Redglare away from him and stepped back a few feet. Wincing at her confused and hurt look he sighed and brushed his fingers through his mohawk.
"Look I really did miss you, but The Grand Highblood is looking for you because of me. Now you need to leave and never look back or else you'll get hurt and I can't deal with that."
He looked up from his feet and blinked in confusion. Why was she grinning? It almost looked like she was happy and relieved.
"Huh?"
Never letting her toothy grin off of her face she explained, "We're safe and together. I don't really care if The Grand Highblood comes himself. You're my moirail and I trust you."
The Summoner's gaze hardened as he looked at her happiness at her proclamation, "I want you to leave I couldn't handle it if you got hurt."
Her grin slowly fell off her face leaving behind a tight thin line, moving closer to him she lifted her head so her teal eyes were looking into his brown.
"I'm staying so I can spend more time with you. Without you I would die anyway."
His hard gaze softened and he nodded his head lightly brushing his forehead with hers.
"Fine you can stay, it was rude of me to try to force you to go anyway. But I won't let you out of my sight, you're not going to get hurt because of me."
She gave her biggest sweetest smile (showing off all of her sharp teeth), "Of course! Now come on it's almost day time and there is a room without holes that we can sleep in."
He nodded and followed her as she led him to the room, it had no windows and for some unknown reason the roots from the large tree hadn't dug into the small room. She had obviously slept there before, which was a bit obvious because of the large blanket ad pillows on the floor. She laid down and gestured to the empty space next to her, he crouched down and arranged the pillows so his horns wouldn't hit her during the night. Settling down he watched her put her head on his stomach. They both slowly drifted off into the world of nightmares and death.
The Next Night
The Summoner slowly blinked away the last of sleep and tried to sit up, he stopped when he felt something curl inwardly on his chest. He looked down and saw that Redglare's hand was lightly curled in his shirt, smiling softly he removed her hand sat up. Standing he ruffled his mohawk and sighed contently. Deciding that he would go communicate with Pyralspite he left the room trying to be as silent as possible. He came to the room with the large window and reached out with his mind for Redglare's lusus. To him it was like grabbing blindly for a chord that held the mind of the beasts, it was fairly easy to control the minds of beast and luckily for him he was just trying to communicate with Pyralspite so he wouldn't have to exert much energy.
Pyralspite put her head through the window, closing her eyes so she wouldn't blind him.
'Hi Pyralspite'
'Hello Summoner, it is wonderful to see you in good health.'
'You too Pyralspite. Now I have a question.'
'And I, Summoner, have an answer.'
'What are you doing in The Grand Highblood's kingdom? You are usually tracking down suspects and solving crimes.'
'Well as you know of her job as a legislacerator, and recently she has apprehended the criminal Mindfang who is to be hung today. Redglare is to be there to aknowledge that she is truly dead.'
The Summoner swallowed and nodded. Of course Mindfang was a pirate who had commited to many crimes, to many to be excused, but she was also his matesprit. Redglare walked into the room ending the conversation. She was yawning flashing off the tips of her teeth, her hair was messy and standing up in parts, and her dress was hanging off her figure at weird angles. She slowly opened one eye and then the other and saw Pyralspite with ther head through the window.
"Hey you guys."
Pyralspite opened an eye and looked amusedly at her.
' Aren't you going to be late for the hangin, Neophyte?' Pyralspite echoed in both of their minds.
Redglare's eyes widened and she muttered a stream of curses as she ran out of the room, The Summoner followed close behind and watched as she stepped in front of a mirror. Turning her head slightly she opened her mouth wide.
"And it's Redglare! I hate Neophyte!"
Looking back to the mirror she combed her hair with her fingers and straightened her clothes. As she looked over herself and gave an approving nod she spun around and gave him her signature smile.
"Are you coming to the hanging?"
"I'll come to support you."
She nodded and grabbed his hand and started pulling him out of the house, confused The Summoner looked behind him. Pyralspite was sitting by the side of the house looking at them with her wise eyes. Turning his head he focused on Redglare.
"How come Pyralspite isn't coming?"
Redglare turned her head and raised her eyebrow in silent judgement,"Most people would freak out if they saw a dragon Lusi and I don't really need to deal with a frightened crowd. Now do I need to drag you the whole way or can you walk?"
The Summoner nodded and they began to walk to the town square hand-in-hand.
A Little Later
When they got to the center oiof the run-down town The Summoner noticed that instead of all the trolls hiding in their hives, they were in a large crowd in front of the stage. On the stage was a large troll with a mask and Mindfang with her wrists bound and a aack over her head (her horns piercing through it). Redglare let go of The Summoner's hand and began to walk through the crowd and up the steps to the top of the stage. When she reached the center of the stage the crowd roared and howled and hooted, grinning in pride Redglare cleared her throaght loudly making the crowd fall silent.
"Today we are here to witness the hanging of the criminal Mindfang!"
The crowd cheered as the great Neophyte Redglare turned and lifted the sack off of the notorious pirate Marquise Spinneret Mindfang's head. The crowd stopped chearingwhen her face was reveiled and began to boo and hiss. The troll with the mask attempted to calm the crowd as Redglare prepared the noose. The Summoner gasped in horror as he watched Mindfang's eyes go dark blue, he opened his mouth to warn some one, anyone, when he felt the telepathic mind wave. His mind shut down as Mindfang began to control the entire crowd. Redglare felt the shift in the air and turned to see the crowd moving like mindless puppets. She shifted her eyes so she was focused on the troll in the mask and watched as he was swallowed by the crowd. Mindfang had her face scrunched up in concentrationas she moved the crowd with her mind. Suddenly a troll that was about five sweeps old came out of the crowd and lunged forward biting and scratching her. Now it didn't hurt, but as soon as the crowd was disrupted they began to surge forward. They were all pushing themselves out of the way to get to the stage so the crowd was only slowly making their way towards her, excpet for The Summoner. He pushed the crowd with ease and crawled on top of the stage as Redglare watched in horror. She would not fight back, fighting back might hurt him. The Summoner grabbed her stiff body and begun to drag her towards the now-prepared noose. When Redglare realized the plan she began to struggle, but the mob had begun to spill onto the stage. Trolls began to claw her at any part of her they could grab she could feel the teal starting to rush out of her. Then one particaularly sharp claw touched her cheek and slowly dragged so it left a painful teal arc on her face. She opened her mouth to scream, but she stopped as soon as she felt her moth split open and dripped teal into her mouth. She pressed her lips together ignoring the pain as she was dragged to the hanging noose. Before she could do anything to help herself The Summoner lifted her up easily and put her head inside thr rope circle, gravity tightened the rope choking her as she clawed uselessly at the rope. Mindfang's slaves became restless at the pace she was diening and grabbed at her. As if by a silent beat they all pulled down digging in their claws, and with the sudden added pressure on her neck Redglare became unconscious. Her hands dropped to her sides as her mouth fall open and she took her last breath. Unfortunatly for her body Mindfang wasn't satisfied until she was sure Neophyte was dead, so when she was (at least ten minutes after Redglare's true death) she released the mob from her power. As soon as they were relinquished from her grip the mob stood in a confused daze until The Summoner broke out of it. He blinked a few times in confusion, how had he gotten on the stage? As soon as he thought the question his memories flooded back. Eyes wide he searched for his moirail deperatly trying to prove that she wasn't dead, that he hadn't killed her. Then, he saw her. Redglare was swinging slowly from the rope around her neck. There was a puddle of teal underneath her hanging form, her dress was torn in numerous places and teal was splattered and mixing with the red and teal of her dress, her hands were torn and bloodied from clawing at the rope and finally her head. The Summoner sucked in a breath of pain when he noticed. She was smiling? The Sumooner stepped closer parting the still-quiet-crowd and looked closer. No, no she wasn't smiling she had a cut across that made her look like she was grinning.
The Summoner soon realized he was shaking, wiping the tears out of his eyes he turned searching for Mindfang. There she was right outside of the dazed crowd. Silently he pulled out his lance-kind from his sylladex and begun to walk determindly towards her. The crowd once again parted for him, but this time making sure not to block Mindfang from his sight. Soon he was close enough to Mindfang so he growled. Her body stiffened and she turned around to see his brown orbs burning with murder, before she could do anything he pushed forward with all his might and hatred. Gasping Mindfang looked down and watched as he continued to push the lance until the end was sticking out of her back. Satisfied that she wouldn't survive he put his foot on her shoulder and began to pull out the lance creating a loud sucking noise. As soon as it was all the way Mindfang collapsed on the stage in a tangled heap. The Summoner ignored her smallwimpers of pain and put away his lance-kind. He allowed the anger he had felt to be washed away by his guilt as he prepared his wings for flight. He took one last glance at Redglare's body and remebered everything hoping to preserve her in everyway. When he couldn't bear to think anymore he took off into the sky hoping that maybe, one day
he would be strong enough
for her.
The End
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Author's Note: I keeeeeeeeeeeellllllleeeeddd her. Did you like it? I hope you did this one is really long. Please review it really is nice to know some people made it this far into the story.