13sTaLk13: Yeeeeeeah….don't ask.

Disclaimer: Well…I own the first part, at the very least.

Warnings: Makes no sense, you could just skip to the scene change

Pairings: Mikaela/Sam

Nonsensical

"You know what happens when the rules are torn asunder, child." The voice of the elder said, in a condescending and demanding tone. The youth on the floor, head held high, locked eyes with the shaded eyes of the elder.

"Aye." The elder put his hand on the desk, and glowered down at the youth for impudence.

"Then you also know the punishment." The child's gaze didn't waver, as the young one let out breath, not a sigh and yet to heavy to be an exhale.

"Aye." The word alone, repeated before several times for many different statements and questions, was leaden with the weight of responsibility, of duty and honor. The elder narrowed his eyes, watching the mere child stand defiant before him, chained and shackled and cloth less.

Not that they hadn't offered clothing, the child had just refused it. As with the food and the water and even the small comfort of hay to soften the ground on which the young one would lay for those nights he was held. The few weeks the child had been here the youth had lost much weight, yet no muscles were weakened the resolve only grew.

"Child, you try my mercy." The child's lips finally curved into a half-smile, dark with a knowledge the elder wasn't quiet sure whether or not to fear.

"Your mercy, is that really so?" The youth let out air through the nose, a bit of a snort, though it made barely a noise to qualify as one. "I doubt that, sir, very much so. Mercys are not owned, and certainly not by the likes of a mortal. Nay, I believe you are only fooling yourself."

The elder straightened from his hunched state, eyes wide as he read the years in the eyes of a child to young for them. "…I spoke not of the myth which you so freely refer to." The older said, clearly wary now of the child. "Regardless, I will not be daunted by such words. Your trial stands, and you are guilty. Take your place, be silenced!"

The youth was pulled over to a stone tablet, stained with the blood of others who had committed his 'crime'. The child looked up as the elder, as one of the armed men who'd taken him over began to sharpen his blade as a priest came over.

"I have traversed the lands of which I was forbidden by law to go, but wherefore my heart did yearn. Was I so wrong to follow myself? I have met a kind sort, in their own right. Beware, elder, of the Frosty-eyed, don't cross the swift-footed, do not turn a blind eye to the seemingly old who starve, and most importantly, dear elder," the child said, as the sword was raised high.

The steal glinted deadly as it fell, along with the youth's words from his tongue. "Don't mess in the affairs of the dead-that-still-walk." The sword took the head, as the elder fell back, with one fell strike.

The elder clutched at his breast, eyes wide with fear and panic. He stared at the dead eyes of the no-longer and nearly panicked. 'The dead-that-still-walk… I must pray.' The elder stood, and was attended by some of the most fair of his kind. He shrugged off the hands, and strode unsteadily to the war room. It was time once again to take arms, no more of this petty jury for the crimes of his own.

In the human world:

Sam felt a shiver go up his spine, and a cold breath bathe his neck. He turned around, ignoring the look his girlfriend shot him as he looked for the voice. He could have sworn he'd heard someone say, "It begins again".

What that meant, however, would not come to light for a while. "Sam?" Sam looked at Mikaela, and relaxed a bit.

"Yeah?" She shifted a bit, concerned.

"You looked really worried all of a sudden." Sam shook his head, shrugging.

"It's nothing. I just thought I heard something, but it was just the wind." Mikaela accepted this answer and pulled him over to Bumblebee.

Sam glanced back, and saw a robbed figure watching them. A shiver went up his spine, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up when the figure vanished into thin air. 'It…It must…It's got to be the heat.' Sam said, trying to fool himself.