for those who care (so, very few of you :L :L) and who have my msn I will be on at 8pm hopefully :/


"O Iisoús, pernó tis óres tou chrónou mou tha párei, kai eseís eínai akrivós mia enóchlisi - échete parasyrtheí to drómo sas se anadochí, échete metatrapeí se Caleb ilíthios ópos kai oi ypóloipoi apó emás , kai den sas efcharistíso akómi Aketon gia tin exoikonómisi kólo sou apó éna plígma me tin exégersi. An den ítan i moúsa tou elafrós psychopathitikés Caleb mou, tha ímoun sígoura na sas dínei tin kólasi aftí ti stigmí, kai boreí na Caleb óthisi anglikí kyriarchía tou to dikó kólo tou, í o ídios boreí na exigísei akrivós to lógo, kai aftós eínai tóso exoplisména gia aftó to douleiá, ópos na chásei to Fos. Orkízomai sto Theó-"

"Oh, will you shut up!" Will frowned as Drake glared at her knowing she had done him wrong, but seriously considering attacking him if he carried on in his whiney tone. "You are a full grown man! Jeeze, I'm sorry, I really am, but exactly how are you helping by moaning at me, never mind that I can't understand.. Would you just stop it!"

Drake stared at her then and Will shivered under the wind which was picking up, and she wondered if she'd forgive someone in his position.. "No. You have lost us our battle! In three and a half months you have just lost everything we have been working for, for years Will! Years! Everything is over."

"Caleb says he can repla-"

"CALEB IS BEING NICE WILL. CALEB IS LETTING YOU PLAY LEADER, BECAUSE GUESS WHAT? CALEB DOESN'T CARE!" Will ground teeth together as Drake yelled over the wind and red clawed desperatly at her face as it blew her hair wildly. It was true, and she'd known it was true. Deep down Will knew it was her fault, and it wasn't from Cornelia telling. And it made it worse as realization struck. Caleb had only she'd made the right decision because he pitied her. He wasn't her friend at all. "CALEB DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ME, OR ALDARN, OR AKETON, OR ANYTHING HERE! IF IT'S NOT FOR HIM, IT DOESN'T MATTER!"

...

Elyon shook away a feeling she knew was wrong and frowned at Cedric, who was watching her carefully, not wanting to hurt her. "I don't care! Will is the one you want!"

"Will..?" Elyon clicked her fingers with angry energy, not entirely sure when she'd got so mad, but Elyon turned away from her friend and glared out of the windows, watching as winds blew fast, yet loosely over the lands she supposedly owned. A few minutes ago it had amazed her. Now it looked like a dump, with it's muddy fields and pitiful houses. She leaned out of the window slightly; feeling icy wind lash against her face.

"I HATE WILL!" Cedric's hand touched her shoulder to pull her in from the cold, but rain shot down like a heavy bullet fire from one of those war films she'd been forced to watch alone as Cornelia whispered energetically to Will. "SHE RUINED EVERYTHING!"

...

Drake felt Will tremble against his torso, the whimpering of something about him getting off her had ceased as the wind carried the shout. It was no doubt that that would be the Will he had pressed between himself and a tree as the wind grew stronger and plants started to uproot. They couldn't move. For now at least they were safest here, but he knew she didn't feel comfortable in this close a proximity. He knew because she'd clutched behind her at the tree, and didn't doubt for a second the she'd have looped her arms tightly around him if he were the murmur boy instead. Caleb hadn't said. He'd told Aldarn how brave she was and how clever she was, but Caleb had forgotten to say how terrified she was. How mistrusting. He'd never have messed around like that if he'd known she'd back away from him for it. And he was lying about Caleb, who'd spent near enough two years fighting their battles for them. He was only saying things to hurt her, but it could be the moment of their deaths and now she was concentrating on pulling away from him. "I'm sorry!"

He pulled her arms with strain around his neck and twisted, letting them both fall to the ground so his back was against the thick trunk, and he pulled her against his lap, trying to lessen their exposure to the wind - she'd have more of a chance if he did this. By God if something fell he'd be dead, but Caleb better be damn thankful.


Drake's rant - Jesus, I spend hours of my time getting you, and you are just a nuisance - you've seduced your way into taking charge, you've turned Caleb into an idiot like the rest of us, and you don't even thank Aketon for saving your ass from a battering via the rebellion. If you weren't the muse of my slightly psychopathic Caleb, I'd surely be giving you hell right now, and Caleb can shove his english rule up his own ass, or he can explain exactly why you and he are so equipped for this job as to lose the Light. I swear to God-