Heres the New chapter. I hope you lkike iot and find it explians some stuff. I won't be able to update as often because will be busy with my other story which you can acsees through my profile. But I have found this awesome fic that I think you should read, Its by Blue Roran and call the frozen heart, you can find it here: http:/www fanfiction net/s/6470179/1/The_Frozen_Heart


Arya and Kira fought bravely together. Kira using her natural skill and the borrowed powers that had been lent to her by one of the injured soldiers. Together they managed to slay many enemies, their swords slashing through the air in a bright flash of silver. When the constant flow of soldiers stopped, Kira leaned back to catch her breath. Her weak, starved frame not handling the constant exercise. Arya continued to fight though, her inhuman stamina amazing to Kira. Kira breathed heavily and shrugged her shoulders trying to loosen her muscles and keep them ready for her next bout of fighting. While resting she examined the progress on the battlefield around her. From her vantage point next to an old tree on one of the higher hills she could clearly see the fight. The red banded Gabble army were fighting hard but were slowly getting overcome. Kira's own side were fighting valiantly and struggling to keep their home safe. On the other side of the tidal wave of soldiers she could barely make out the villagers from Glen'en'dolethyl fighting just as hard to protect their home. Finally she had caught her breath and was ready to continue fighting. With a loud battle cry she leapt into the fray, arms aching and shoulders burning with every moment. She charged forward and attacked one of the men who were swarming her friend. Arya smiled when she saw Kira had returned to the fight and with her help managed to take out the last of her swarm. Kira grinned at Arya and Arya returned it only for her smile to turn to a look of horror as she stared at the space above Kira's shoulder. Kira turned to see what was behind her only for the world to turn black.

Kira woke up to find herself in a damp dungeon. The walls, ceiling and floor were stone and there was a small barred window high in the wall. Faint light seeped through the window barely illuminating the cold dungeon. Kira shivered as the cold chilled her bones and passed through the thin rags that covered her body. Kira curled up into a ball in the corner used to preserving body heat after years of living as a slave. Kira stared blankly at the opposite wall, head throbbing from what seemed to be a head wound. Kira reached up and pressed her hand against the back of her head, feeling a large bump there, her hair sticky and tangled from blood. Kira shivered once again and curled up tighter, stomach growling from starvation. Eventually the hunger and throbbing of her head became too much and she drifted into unconsciousness.

When she awoke she found a fresh bed of hay on the ground and a small bowl of broth next to the door. Standing up on trembling legs she stumbled over to the thick wooden door. Kira hesitantly lifted the bowl to her mouth and took a drink of thin broth. She almost spat it out after the first mouthful; it tasted horrible, stink berries and Chloromethyne. Kira forced herself to ingest the rest of the broth, knowing that whatever strength she got from the soup would be vital to her later on. Once she had completely drained the wooden bowl she placed it on the floor and gathered up as much hay as she could and piled it up in the corner. She then lay down on it and tried to conserve her bossy heat. The hay was scratchy and her rag-clothes provided little to no protection from it but Kira knew it was essential to struggle through the pain in favour of heat.

Some unidentifiable time later she heard the sounds of heavy footsteps approaching from down the hall. The sound of metal and leather slapping against stone echoing down the empty space. the door burst open and a armoured man walked in. he was middle aged and had a beard but no moustache which Kira found odd but before she could properly consider it he had stormed into the room and had her arm in an iron tight grip. He dragged her down various halls and down many flights of stairs. His steps fast and purposeful while hers were more hesitant and stumbling. They eventually reached two large double doors made of wood with intricate carvings. The man knocked on the door and Kira got a strong sense of foreboding, there was something behind that door, something evil. But there was another feeling, a feeling of fear and hope emanating. The doors opened with an ominous groan and she was dragged through it. While passing through Kira managed to catch a quick glimpse of what the carvings were. They depicted a large dragon fighting a whole army and overtaking them quickly. There was more but Kira had no chance to continue investigation as she was soon dragged past them to the center of the room. In the room was a large throne opposite the door, made of metal and velvet. on the throne sat a man, there was something about his face that scared Kira, it seemed young but also old at the same time, there was something timeless about it and this scared her more then anything else. The man bowed to the man on the throne and backed out of the room quickly. Kira stared at the man sitting in front of her, she had a vague idea of who he was but that didn't stop her from noticing the sense of familiarity that seemed to emanate from him but not from him. Gabble stared coldly back at her, a look of disdain on his face. A loud flapping noise signalled the arrival of what Kira guessed was his dragon. The large dragon flew inside from a large hole in the roof, its obsidian scales shimmering. It landed heavily in the side of the room and Kira gasped as she got her first look at the infamous dragon, her heart feeling like it was about to break, seconds later she had collapsed on the floor.