Let's see...I own nothing but the plot and the characters.
And Alain isn't gonna die. I like him too much. Alain & Kamaria forever!
:colons:=Mindspeech [brackets]=Kamaria's thoughts, cause Alain tends to think in Mindspeech.
And the time frame overlaps a little.
Muse responsible: Krathnae. Please thank him-he's feeling under appreciated. And having an under appreciated muse who's also a gryphon isn't good.
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Alain slid down the rope, wincing. His lifebonded bolted for the trees. He saw a face appear at the window.
The rope was slashed. He was suddenly dropping much faster. :Noooo!: he shouted.
He hit and felt his leg snap.
The Herald ran forward and picked him up. Alain winced. "Thank you-duck!" he said as an arrow came zooming out of nowhere.
The Herald zigzagged for the cover of the trees. Alain saw a flash of white topped by brown streak away. Good. Kamaria was safe.
More arrows followed them. One struck Alain in the calf. "Oh, Havens. That's going to hurt in a bit," he said to no one in particular. The adrenaline in his system was killing the pain for the moment.
The Herald ran and reached the Waystation. Safety.
Alain breathed heavily as the Herald scooped up a bow and went to defend the only entrance.
He chanced a glance at his leg. It was dangling at an odd angle. He flinched, but reached forward and did his best to straighten his leg.
It hurt. And there was an arrow sticking out from the flesh.
:Chosen!: he heard from far off, :I'm coming. I just passed Kamaria- Neltone has her and is streaking like demons from all nine hells were chasing her.:
Alain tried sending back, but Ramya said, :You're hurt. Badly. I'm going to knock you out for a while.:
Alain consented, and peaceful blackness washed over him.
He awoke some candlemarks later, strapped onto Ramya's bare back. The Herald was sitting behind him, working on his leg. "Good. You're awake. I need you to hold your leg absolutely still so I can take the arrow out- when I tried before, you would try to lash out at me."
Alain gritted his teeth and held still. The arrow was jerked from the muscle, and he screamed.
On the other end of the bond, Kamaria passed out.
Kamaria came to a little while later in Healer's. A Herald-Trainee was sitting beside her, holding a sword. She greeted Kamaria cheerfully. "I'm to stop anyone from getting in, except Heralds and Healers. The Heralds have personally taken on your case."
Kamaria smiled. "Do-have you found anything out about Alain?"
"Ramya Bespoke the Grove-Born. My Companion says that he's about a candlemark away from Haven, but that was a while ago. He should get here pretty soon," said the Trainee, her grin still in place.
"Your mother has tried to get in several times, but I managed to...persuade...her to keep her nose out with this." She brandished the naked blade in her hand.
Kamaria chuckled at the thought.
The Trainee was looking at her more seriously, now. "I'm not going to tell the Healer you're up for a bit, cause if your brain is running right, they won't make you drink nasty stuff. Besides, I want to ask you a few questions."
Kamaria said, unsure what it would bring, "Ask away."
"How long have you known you were lifebonded to Alain?" asked the Trainee abruptly. "Oh, wait-my name's Maerie."
Kamaria answered, "Just since-today. I met him about two days ago, though it seems like much longer."
Maerie considered this, then mischief flared in her eyes and she said, "Have you done anything yet?"
Kamaria choked and blushed. Maerie stared. "Did you know that your face looks like marble, but then looks like red paint has been spilled on it?"
Kamaria shook her head. "I don't tan or burn in the sun. My hair never darkens in the slightest."
She hesitantly reached her hand to her face. "Even my eyes never change."
Kamaria knew her eyes were like burnished silver. They never darkened, even in the night-which gave the uncanny impression that her eyes were glowing, if she tilted her head just so.
Maerie said, "You know, you could almost be a human version of a Companion, but the eyes are wrong." (AN: She's not. She's a human.)
There it was again-the fact that she had no Companion thrown in her face once more.
She hastily turned her head as a tear rolled down her cheek. She was so lonely...
Maerie said, uncomfortably, "Um, I'll just get the Healer then."
She stood and went to the door. Seconds later, a Healer and Healer-Trainee swept in.
The Healer exuded a comfortable presence of calm, strength, reassurance. She placed her hands on Kamaria's head.
A warm tingling filled Kamaria's body. She felt as if warm green light was washing away her hurts.
"Now, Trainee, this patient has been through shock. Extend and see where I am probing," said the Healer, projecting calm. Kamaria grasped it and stabilized.
The Trainee placed his hand on the Healer's and closed his eyes. "Oh, I see- wait, what's that? She seems to be losing strength through something deep-"
The Healer smiled at the Trainee. Kamaria waited patiently. "Good job, Galen. You've sensed the lifebond."
The Trainee-Galen-looked faintly disappointed. The Healer clicked her tongue. "Now, boy, you remember that you aren't supposed to attach yourself to your patients!"
Galen turned red. "Yes, Healer Gelte."
Healer Gelte said, "Go get the potion for shock-recovery. Bring it here with a pitcher of water and a glass." Then, to Kamaria, "This actually doesn't taste bad, for one. I know how bitter most are-I make a point to know how each will taste, so I can warn the patient."
Kamaria smiled.
Suddenly, she sat bolt-upright, noticing vaguely that she now wore a light cotton gown. "Alain! He's back, and he's hurt. Badly."
The Healer pushed her back down. "Stay down, young one. You are recovering from shock." She eyed Kamaria, with an odd expression on her face. "Alain- that one Herald-Trainee? You're lifebonded, I'm assuming."
Kamaria nodded. The Healer said, a glint of-something-in her eyes, "I was young not so long ago. Ever heard of moonflower powder?"
Kamaria blushed like the sun. Still, she had to answer. "Yes, but I've never needed it so far." [Father gave me "the Talk," and I don't know who was more embarrassed. Mother's too much of a butterfly-brain to mention it. Still, it will be useful...]
The Healer, a half-smile on her face, said, "I'll get you some. You'll want it, if I'm thinking correctly. When you run out, ask for Healer Gelte and I'll give you more."
Kamaria, if it was possible, went even redder.
At that moment, Galen came back in, balancing a pitcher, glass, and bottle of something.
Healer Gelte took them and poured half an inch into the bottom of the glass. "Normally, Galen, you would use only a quarter-inch. When there is an ill lifebonded, however, you need more strength. When there is a healthy lifebonded, you only need an eighth of an inch."
She took a packet out of her pocket and added a pinch of white powder, then slipped the packet into the drawer of the bedside table.
Kamaria recognized moonflower powder. It would prevent pregnancy, and could regulate her monthlies if she chose.
Galen raised his brows. Kamaria schooled her face to innocent blankness.
Healer Gelte said sharply, "Galen! Are you listening? Now, once the potion is in the bottom, add four inches of water, stir, and let stand for five minutes."
Galen looked back at the Healer and nodded, then winked at Kamaria.
Kamaria, try as she might, could not prevent a pale flush staining her cheeks. It was simply indecent, that Galen would actually mock her about-
[Wait a minute. What is this implying? That Alain and I-oh-] Kamaria turned a much deeper shade of red.
Healer Gelte talked to Galen for five minutes, then handed the glass to Kamaria. She drank it.
"So where's Alain?" she asked.
Gelte said, "Galen, would you be so kind as to find Herald-Trainee Alain?"
The potion was taking hold, though, making Kamaria drowsy. Suddenly, she moved through the bond until she could see Alain. It was a strange experience. The last thing she heard from Healer Gelte was, "Never mind, Galen. I recognize the look of a lifebonded looking into their partner's heart. It's a side effect-she won't be able to do this normally, unless she has a Gift or two."
Kamaria's body went into sleep. The potion led her down a path, till she could see through Alain's eyes.
Alain felt Kamaria, who was somehow closer than before. The Herald who had rescued him-Alain realized he didn't even know her name-was being taken off to have a bath and eat.
Alain, however, was undressed and redressed into a Healer's patient's white gown, and laid flat on a table.
Two green-clad Healers were at his leg, staunching the blood and setting the bone. "Don't worry, lad, it'll be as good as new when we're done!" proclaimed one of them, a cheerful-looking man with a deep voice.
Alain set himself for the pain. He could feel Kamaria watching, and reached through the bond, meeting her. It was as if they grasped hands.
Suddenly, fire shot through his leg, blinding him with pain. Then, it stopped hurting. "Drink this, Trainee," said the other Healer, holding a glass to his lips.
Alain drank it down, refusing to gag at its bitter taste, and fell into potion-induced dreams.
Kamaria fell with him.
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There we go. They're both unconscious again. I wanna get them Healed up fast though, so the random Healers I create will work very hard! I want to get revenge on the Earl. Etcetera, please don't call ALC (Abuse of Lifebonded Couples) on the Evil Earl till I'm done.
Reviewer-thanking time!
Fergiaj: Thank you! Here's your update, hope you like!
Senashenta: NO! Alain's not gonna die! (At least not for a loooong time. Cause I like him too much. *huggles Alain*) And I woulda cried too.
Alain: Oi! Broken leg here!
Fireblade: Oops, sorry. Go back into your potion-induced dreams...with Kamaria...heh. Hope you get next chappie of In Dreams up soon. AND Devil, Mine! Please?
Cat: I hope I met your expectations!
Etcetera-cat: Ooh! Flags! Thank you! And Alain IS NOT dead! Sleep? What's that?
Stee: Well, Kamaria was going so fast that they could hardly see her. And the Companion. And Ramya did not hesitate in telling every Companion and Herald in the entire Circle about her Chosen's plight...and even some outside.
DARKMEW13: You kinda posted that 3 times...here's more! (Don't worry. I'll add some happy into it sometime.)
Cassie-bear01: Thank you! Also thanks for commenting on Kamaria's name. Isn't it cool? I got it at babynames.com Just add the www. in front. And here's more. And I'm not promising anything!
Herald Susie: Thank you!
Herald-Mage Brianna: I'm still not promising anything one way or another! Exasperating, aren't I? ;P
Have pie and cookies, everybody! *hands out pies, cookies, napkins, sporks, and ice cream*
And don't forget to thank Krathnae, since he feels under appreciated, seeing as he inspired the entire thing!
Thankees!
~Fireblade and muses
And Alain isn't gonna die. I like him too much. Alain & Kamaria forever!
:colons:=Mindspeech [brackets]=Kamaria's thoughts, cause Alain tends to think in Mindspeech.
And the time frame overlaps a little.
Muse responsible: Krathnae. Please thank him-he's feeling under appreciated. And having an under appreciated muse who's also a gryphon isn't good.
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Alain slid down the rope, wincing. His lifebonded bolted for the trees. He saw a face appear at the window.
The rope was slashed. He was suddenly dropping much faster. :Noooo!: he shouted.
He hit and felt his leg snap.
The Herald ran forward and picked him up. Alain winced. "Thank you-duck!" he said as an arrow came zooming out of nowhere.
The Herald zigzagged for the cover of the trees. Alain saw a flash of white topped by brown streak away. Good. Kamaria was safe.
More arrows followed them. One struck Alain in the calf. "Oh, Havens. That's going to hurt in a bit," he said to no one in particular. The adrenaline in his system was killing the pain for the moment.
The Herald ran and reached the Waystation. Safety.
Alain breathed heavily as the Herald scooped up a bow and went to defend the only entrance.
He chanced a glance at his leg. It was dangling at an odd angle. He flinched, but reached forward and did his best to straighten his leg.
It hurt. And there was an arrow sticking out from the flesh.
:Chosen!: he heard from far off, :I'm coming. I just passed Kamaria- Neltone has her and is streaking like demons from all nine hells were chasing her.:
Alain tried sending back, but Ramya said, :You're hurt. Badly. I'm going to knock you out for a while.:
Alain consented, and peaceful blackness washed over him.
He awoke some candlemarks later, strapped onto Ramya's bare back. The Herald was sitting behind him, working on his leg. "Good. You're awake. I need you to hold your leg absolutely still so I can take the arrow out- when I tried before, you would try to lash out at me."
Alain gritted his teeth and held still. The arrow was jerked from the muscle, and he screamed.
On the other end of the bond, Kamaria passed out.
Kamaria came to a little while later in Healer's. A Herald-Trainee was sitting beside her, holding a sword. She greeted Kamaria cheerfully. "I'm to stop anyone from getting in, except Heralds and Healers. The Heralds have personally taken on your case."
Kamaria smiled. "Do-have you found anything out about Alain?"
"Ramya Bespoke the Grove-Born. My Companion says that he's about a candlemark away from Haven, but that was a while ago. He should get here pretty soon," said the Trainee, her grin still in place.
"Your mother has tried to get in several times, but I managed to...persuade...her to keep her nose out with this." She brandished the naked blade in her hand.
Kamaria chuckled at the thought.
The Trainee was looking at her more seriously, now. "I'm not going to tell the Healer you're up for a bit, cause if your brain is running right, they won't make you drink nasty stuff. Besides, I want to ask you a few questions."
Kamaria said, unsure what it would bring, "Ask away."
"How long have you known you were lifebonded to Alain?" asked the Trainee abruptly. "Oh, wait-my name's Maerie."
Kamaria answered, "Just since-today. I met him about two days ago, though it seems like much longer."
Maerie considered this, then mischief flared in her eyes and she said, "Have you done anything yet?"
Kamaria choked and blushed. Maerie stared. "Did you know that your face looks like marble, but then looks like red paint has been spilled on it?"
Kamaria shook her head. "I don't tan or burn in the sun. My hair never darkens in the slightest."
She hesitantly reached her hand to her face. "Even my eyes never change."
Kamaria knew her eyes were like burnished silver. They never darkened, even in the night-which gave the uncanny impression that her eyes were glowing, if she tilted her head just so.
Maerie said, "You know, you could almost be a human version of a Companion, but the eyes are wrong." (AN: She's not. She's a human.)
There it was again-the fact that she had no Companion thrown in her face once more.
She hastily turned her head as a tear rolled down her cheek. She was so lonely...
Maerie said, uncomfortably, "Um, I'll just get the Healer then."
She stood and went to the door. Seconds later, a Healer and Healer-Trainee swept in.
The Healer exuded a comfortable presence of calm, strength, reassurance. She placed her hands on Kamaria's head.
A warm tingling filled Kamaria's body. She felt as if warm green light was washing away her hurts.
"Now, Trainee, this patient has been through shock. Extend and see where I am probing," said the Healer, projecting calm. Kamaria grasped it and stabilized.
The Trainee placed his hand on the Healer's and closed his eyes. "Oh, I see- wait, what's that? She seems to be losing strength through something deep-"
The Healer smiled at the Trainee. Kamaria waited patiently. "Good job, Galen. You've sensed the lifebond."
The Trainee-Galen-looked faintly disappointed. The Healer clicked her tongue. "Now, boy, you remember that you aren't supposed to attach yourself to your patients!"
Galen turned red. "Yes, Healer Gelte."
Healer Gelte said, "Go get the potion for shock-recovery. Bring it here with a pitcher of water and a glass." Then, to Kamaria, "This actually doesn't taste bad, for one. I know how bitter most are-I make a point to know how each will taste, so I can warn the patient."
Kamaria smiled.
Suddenly, she sat bolt-upright, noticing vaguely that she now wore a light cotton gown. "Alain! He's back, and he's hurt. Badly."
The Healer pushed her back down. "Stay down, young one. You are recovering from shock." She eyed Kamaria, with an odd expression on her face. "Alain- that one Herald-Trainee? You're lifebonded, I'm assuming."
Kamaria nodded. The Healer said, a glint of-something-in her eyes, "I was young not so long ago. Ever heard of moonflower powder?"
Kamaria blushed like the sun. Still, she had to answer. "Yes, but I've never needed it so far." [Father gave me "the Talk," and I don't know who was more embarrassed. Mother's too much of a butterfly-brain to mention it. Still, it will be useful...]
The Healer, a half-smile on her face, said, "I'll get you some. You'll want it, if I'm thinking correctly. When you run out, ask for Healer Gelte and I'll give you more."
Kamaria, if it was possible, went even redder.
At that moment, Galen came back in, balancing a pitcher, glass, and bottle of something.
Healer Gelte took them and poured half an inch into the bottom of the glass. "Normally, Galen, you would use only a quarter-inch. When there is an ill lifebonded, however, you need more strength. When there is a healthy lifebonded, you only need an eighth of an inch."
She took a packet out of her pocket and added a pinch of white powder, then slipped the packet into the drawer of the bedside table.
Kamaria recognized moonflower powder. It would prevent pregnancy, and could regulate her monthlies if she chose.
Galen raised his brows. Kamaria schooled her face to innocent blankness.
Healer Gelte said sharply, "Galen! Are you listening? Now, once the potion is in the bottom, add four inches of water, stir, and let stand for five minutes."
Galen looked back at the Healer and nodded, then winked at Kamaria.
Kamaria, try as she might, could not prevent a pale flush staining her cheeks. It was simply indecent, that Galen would actually mock her about-
[Wait a minute. What is this implying? That Alain and I-oh-] Kamaria turned a much deeper shade of red.
Healer Gelte talked to Galen for five minutes, then handed the glass to Kamaria. She drank it.
"So where's Alain?" she asked.
Gelte said, "Galen, would you be so kind as to find Herald-Trainee Alain?"
The potion was taking hold, though, making Kamaria drowsy. Suddenly, she moved through the bond until she could see Alain. It was a strange experience. The last thing she heard from Healer Gelte was, "Never mind, Galen. I recognize the look of a lifebonded looking into their partner's heart. It's a side effect-she won't be able to do this normally, unless she has a Gift or two."
Kamaria's body went into sleep. The potion led her down a path, till she could see through Alain's eyes.
Alain felt Kamaria, who was somehow closer than before. The Herald who had rescued him-Alain realized he didn't even know her name-was being taken off to have a bath and eat.
Alain, however, was undressed and redressed into a Healer's patient's white gown, and laid flat on a table.
Two green-clad Healers were at his leg, staunching the blood and setting the bone. "Don't worry, lad, it'll be as good as new when we're done!" proclaimed one of them, a cheerful-looking man with a deep voice.
Alain set himself for the pain. He could feel Kamaria watching, and reached through the bond, meeting her. It was as if they grasped hands.
Suddenly, fire shot through his leg, blinding him with pain. Then, it stopped hurting. "Drink this, Trainee," said the other Healer, holding a glass to his lips.
Alain drank it down, refusing to gag at its bitter taste, and fell into potion-induced dreams.
Kamaria fell with him.
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There we go. They're both unconscious again. I wanna get them Healed up fast though, so the random Healers I create will work very hard! I want to get revenge on the Earl. Etcetera, please don't call ALC (Abuse of Lifebonded Couples) on the Evil Earl till I'm done.
Reviewer-thanking time!
Fergiaj: Thank you! Here's your update, hope you like!
Senashenta: NO! Alain's not gonna die! (At least not for a loooong time. Cause I like him too much. *huggles Alain*) And I woulda cried too.
Alain: Oi! Broken leg here!
Fireblade: Oops, sorry. Go back into your potion-induced dreams...with Kamaria...heh. Hope you get next chappie of In Dreams up soon. AND Devil, Mine! Please?
Cat: I hope I met your expectations!
Etcetera-cat: Ooh! Flags! Thank you! And Alain IS NOT dead! Sleep? What's that?
Stee: Well, Kamaria was going so fast that they could hardly see her. And the Companion. And Ramya did not hesitate in telling every Companion and Herald in the entire Circle about her Chosen's plight...and even some outside.
DARKMEW13: You kinda posted that 3 times...here's more! (Don't worry. I'll add some happy into it sometime.)
Cassie-bear01: Thank you! Also thanks for commenting on Kamaria's name. Isn't it cool? I got it at babynames.com Just add the www. in front. And here's more. And I'm not promising anything!
Herald Susie: Thank you!
Herald-Mage Brianna: I'm still not promising anything one way or another! Exasperating, aren't I? ;P
Have pie and cookies, everybody! *hands out pies, cookies, napkins, sporks, and ice cream*
And don't forget to thank Krathnae, since he feels under appreciated, seeing as he inspired the entire thing!
Thankees!
~Fireblade and muses
