Thoughts
Kel opened the door to the last room on the right hand side of the west wing corridor. As soon as she walked in, she felt it. Even without the gift she could fell the heavy layers of spells. For a moment she wondered how the mages in the castle could not feel these spells from far away. After a moment though she let it go as one of those gift things.
Kel looked at her surroundings. The room was not very big, and it had no windows (most rooms in this place didn't). There was a small dusty round table in the center of the room; with it were three chairs, all different color and shape. There was a big bookshelf there also, but it only about five books on the very bottom shelf. If Kel hadnst excited shivers, that she has had in a while, to climb up and down her spine.
She walked over and shakingly sat down in a hard wooden chair. What is he doing here; she thought to herself, he's not a spy! He's a sergeant in the King's Own! She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Maybe I really was imagining thing, I heard about people going crazy in captivity. But as soon as the thought was finished the door of the small chamber open slowly and the object of her debating thoughts walk into her eye's view, and she gasped. There was no mistake, it really was Domitan of Masbolle.
As he walked down the third floor west wing corridor, Dom took a deep breath, Reciting in his mind that what h2FP
She walked over and shakingly sat down in a hard wooden chair. What is he doing here; she thought to herself, he's not a spy! He's a sergeant in the King's Own! She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Maybe I really was imagining thing, I heard about people going crazy in captivity. But as soon as the thought was finished the door of the small chamber open slowly and the object of her debating thoughts walk into her eye's view, and she gasped. There was no mistake, it really was Domitan of Masbolle.
As he walked down the third floor west wing corridor, Dom took a deep breath, Reciting in his mind that what he had seen was his imagination. Kel was dead, has been for two almost three months now. She died in the bottom of an ice cold lake, even though they never had a chance to search for her body, everyone knew she was dead, for none saw her get out of the lake during the battle and after it was over she had been down there for over fifteen minutes. There was no way she could have survived. Right?
Dom didn't know what to think, he had spent so much time mourning. I guess I haven't finished because I am still seeing her, though I have never saw her in place of a real person, he thought. Maybe it's because of the situation I am in. I want it to be Kel, but it can't be.
His thoughts were so jumbled that he had to pause outside a small door at the end of the corridor. He took another deep breath and collected his thoughts while coming to the conclusion that Kel was only in his head and will always be.
He finally opened the door, and looked down into the depths of the really dark staircase. Each step creaked as he walked down them. Malce had said this stairway was hardly ever used and now he believed him. Dom felt that he was going to go right through one of these old rotting steps and announce his presents to the whole castle. But as it turned out he made it to the bottom of the steps safely and opened the creaky old door that was covered with spider webs and there residents.
Dom was now standing outside the door that led to the room where he would learn the truth. Before he opened the door he wiped any foolish thoughts about Kel away. But as he opened the door and looked at the room's occupant, he gasped. There had been no mistake; it really was Keladry of Mindelan.
A/N:
Sry about not updating- my computer crashed and then i had five weeks at camp but it's fixed no so enjoy and review! (oh sry it's short but i don't have alot of time at the moment)
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