A/N: I just want to say two words. If you gave me a nice review, avert your eyes for the next two words: fuck you. No, really, thanks to all those jerks who get off telling me I can't write my story the way I want to... UGGHH. There are those of you who gave me a review that made sense, and was actually progressive to my writing, and I thank you. From the bottom of my heart. But for the rest of you (you know who you are) 'kel's not liking that. she's too honorable.' blah blah blahyed blah. Hello? FAN-FICTION! As in, I can change the characters to fit the mold I need them to. My favorite part was how you tried to put a band-aid on a gapping laceration. Because at the end, your all like 'but i trust you' CLEARLY. And now that that's off my chest, this chapter is for anyone who wants to read it.

"Kel?" Neal called. He had something very important to tell her! Hayley had the Gift! He ran into the mess hall and quickly scanned the room; she wasn't there. Her ran to her room; not there. Neal checked everywhere, and finally decided it could wait. Slowly, thinking about where Kel could have disappeared to, he walked towards his office where, unknown to him, Kel lay on the floor, passed out. Opening the door, Neal stumbled upon one of his worst nightmares.

What a shame we all became,
Such fragile broken things.
A memory remains, just a tiny spark.

KEL!" He ran over to the spot where she lay as fast as he could, but everything seemed to be in slow motion. Eventually he reached her, and grabbed her and shook her. "Kel? Kel?!" checking for a pulse he reached for her wrist. It was only then that he noticed the long bloody gash. "No," he said, not wanting to believe what his eyes told him. "No. Not Kel. Please, no! Kel! NO!" He reached for his Gift-

-and sat up in bed gasping.

"NEAL! Gods damn, would you shut the hell up?" Kel stood over his bed, Hayley in hand.

"You're alive!" She looked herself up and down.

"It would appear that way, yes. Can you be quiet now?"

"Lemme see Hayley for a minute." She handed her over.

"I had this crazy dream Hayley had the Gift and you were dead."

"Dead?"

"Slit wrist."

"Oh… like this?" She turned over her left wrist to reveal a bloody, deep-looking scratch. But, it only went half way across. Neal looked at her, confused.

I give it all my oxygen, so let the flames begin.
So let the flames begin, oh glory. Oh glory

Somewhere weakness is our strength, and I'll die searching for it.
I can't let myself regret, such selfishness.
My pain and all the trouble caused, no matter how long.
I believe that there's hope,
Buried beneath it all and, hiding beneath it all and, growing beneath it all.

"Couldn't finish it. Wasn't right. Wasn't me. But Hayley has the Gift?" Surprised by the sudden change of topic (and everything else he learned), Neal stuttered his confirmation.

Over the next few months, Kel became as excellent a mother as she was a knight. No one ever learned, or ever would have guessed, about her almost attempted suicide. She taught her babies how to walk and talk. It was clear Grace was more like her. Grace was tough, stubborn, and a fighter till the end. Hayley was flexible, laid back, and outgoing. She was first to talk, saying bubble. Grace was first to walk, and never bumped into anything, moving as though she could see. Kel mooned over her two girls, and showed them off to everyone.

She sat in a chair, thinking about the girls first birthday, when a ten-year-old Hayley burst into the room. "MOM! Grace is in another fight!"

Outside, Grace stood facing her tormentor, Dillon. "Say it again." She hissed. He shivered as her un-seeing blue eyes locked with his icy green ones.

"You're a blind whore." He responded, his voice inaudibly shaking.

"Scared?" She asked.

"Not of you." He steeled his voice. Slowly he circled behind her, and she pretended not to notice. The circle of kids that stood around them were as silent as a graveyard. She listened to his footsteps and stood stiffly, waiting. He reached for her arm. However, she stepped forward at the last second, turned, and sent her fist into his cheek. It landed squarely with a sickening sound as both her knuckles, and his jaw, cracked. She smiled grimly as he howled with pain. Some of the kids were surprised, and others knew this would be the outcome. Dillon spit blood on the ground.

"Bitch!" He swung at her, and she ducked. Now there would be no mercy. Not that Grace had wanted any. He jumped on her, and Kel came out to see Grace flip him on his back. The breath was knocked out of him instantly. It reminded Kel of when she used to joust with Raoul. She walked over and placed her foot on where she assumed was his chest. Slowly, she leaned down towards his face. She listened to his breathing, which was telling her just where to put her mouth.

Locking eyes again, she hissed, "Scared?" This time, she was rewarded with no answer. She removed her foot and he scrambled up, running for Neal. "I'm not sorry, Mom." She remarked, turning to face her mother. Kel just sighed and walked back inside. "And thanks a bunch, Hayley." She narrowed her eyes.

"Well, I really didn't want you to ruin the face of the cutest boy in New Hope. Clearly, that was not going to happen."

"Clearly." Grace muttered, pushing her way out of the circle. The kids weren't quite ready to leave yet.

Dillon ran into Neal's office, holding his jaw. "Grace gives me more patients than I can handle." He commented. "If only she could have been a pacifist."

Dillon nodded. "I starded et." He winced as his jaw moved.

"Don't they all?" He answered pointing to three other boys lying on cots. There were two kinds of people. People that took pity on Grace and people that fought her. At least, that's what she thought. But, someone, who fit neither of those categories that was working up the nerve to talk to her. And it was up to Kel to make sure he did.

A/N: In my angry ranting I forgot to metion this song is called, Let the Flames Begin. See? I made it all better. Blah blah blah. Let's see if I can get through this chapter's reviews without wanting to kill... :) Please? Btw im srry u hd 2 see wht hppnd up thr.