Unnamed (11/?)
(Author: Krissy)
"I..", the nymph backed away from Callisto. "I just..."
"Callisto," Rowan peeked her head into the room, "I wanted to..oh.."
"She was just leaving," Callisto growled and shoved the nymph from the room, then slamming the door behind her. "What was she thinking, coming into my room?' She paced up and down the length of the room in anger. Rowan stood close to the door ready to make an escape if needed. "What do you want, Seer?"
Rowan almost collapsed under the
woman's intense gaze, "I," she swallowed hard. "The path ahead of us plagued
with more evil and danger then I have ever felt before, and I...I have
never."
"Been trained to fight before."
The older woman sneered, "You think I will train you?" She began to circle
the young woman, "Do you want my training? Do you want me to make you tough
Seer? To make you cry?" Rowan swallowed hard, forcing her eyes to
keep Callisto's fierce one, "Who are you dying to protect, Seer? Which
one of the hobbits? The ring bearer or is it his friend the one whom you
dream of at night alone in your bed? Your thoughts scream so loud it is
a wonder they don't wake the whole of Rivendale. Or maybe it isyou fear
for your own life? Is your vision of death becoming clearer? Do you wish
to change your fate?" Callisto stopped moving, her face inches from the
Seer's, "What is it you really seek?"
Rowan fought the tear trying to collect in her eyes. She would not give in, she would get what she wanted from the Daywalker, she would not let her intimidate her, "I seek to learn how to defend myself."
Callisto turned away from the girl, she was brave, she gave her that much. Whatever the Seer wanted she was going to get, and much more then she bargained for."I'll train you. Count your blessings kid."
Rowan stopped herself from smiling before she ducked out of the room. She moved quickly to her room, eager to get ready for tomorrow, tomorrow they were leaving and there was still much to prepare. She shut the door behind her and turned to fine herself face to face with Merry.
"I need to speak to you," he got up from his place on her bed. "You can not avoid me forever."
"I'm not avoiding you," she protested, moving toward the balcony.
"Yes you are," her persisted, following her out into the darkening air.
Rowan leaned on the railing, placing her head to her head, "I am not."
Merry gazed at her, "You have not spoken to me since your vision. Rowan, what have I done wrong?"
She turned away from his gaze, she could feel the familar drumming in her head, the gateway to a vision. "Rowan, I thought that we were friends." He turned away, looking out into the forest, "At the very leaset I thought we were friends."
She could feel her her eyes clouding over, this was the worst time. He caused such visions whenever he was around. Morgan skirted around her feet.
"Rowan, please. I think I love you. I know I'm being forward and we haven't known each other long. I've tried to fight, but it will not go away, in fact it gets stronger each passing moment. Rowan, please."
He turned her to face him, "Rowan?" Her eyes were mikly white and she was trembling. She clutched the railing to her knuckles were white," Merry.." She turned pale white then passed out in his arms.