Pain seared through her body, like a thousand daggers pinning her to a wall. In the background she heard the murmurs of the person who had caught her, and another. She couldn't make out what they were saying, and didn't have a lot of time to dwell on that, for another rush of fiery, hot, and evil power touched her. "Let me go you bastard!" She screamed, using up most of her energy, a decision she regretted later.
"Oh, so she's awake." The person, who could only be Ganthe drawled. "Well i guess we should AT LEAST tell her why she's here...she'll be dead soon anyways." He was sitting, on a wooden bench, padded with a type of golden weave, which hurt her eyes to look at. "You, my darling, are here, because my fore-sight told me that you would be the end of my power, end of this war, and that leads to the end of me, which means that I must get rid of you. Fortunately enough, Rubrik over here" he motioned to the other man in the room, "was smart enough to decode my foresight, and so here I am, and I guess all that is left to do is kill you. But oh what way..."
Kel's skin froze after every word he said. Fore-sight? She remembered reading about it in one of her text books. It was when a mage, or someone with the Gift could see the future, or part of their destiny. She looked over at Gante, and his short black hair, and piercing yellow/green eyes. He was pure evil, she could sense it. He wasn't even that great looking. Rubrik wasn't much better, although he was taller, and more muscular, his pointed features made him look almost worse than Ganthe.
"No" she growled.
"Is that you rebelling?" he said with a laugh, "I'm afraid that is simply not going to work this time Keladry. You are not match for me, you don't even have the gift for Mithros's sake!"
Her brows furrowed, and she sat up a bit, trying to break free of the ropes they had tied her down with. Rubrik was in the corner, and Ganth was still on that silly bench eating, and planning out something on a map. No one was watching her, so very slowly, she eased a finger out of the rope, and pulled out about an inch of her blade, so that it touched the rope. She then started moving up and down, so that the blade cut one of the strings. It worked...for the first one. After that, Ganthe turned from his chair quickly, and sent a bolt of fire towards her, intending to smother her in flames, and it did burn parts of her hair, and tunic, but it had made the rope ashes. She stood up quickly, and attacked the mage with all her force, which wasn't a lot at all. Just at that moment, a figure came into the scene, one that she had scene as a child, and then now. He attacked Rubrik, sending him unconcious to the ground. Then he pulled Ganthe off her, but Ganthe quickly sent bolts of pain and fire through him, knocking him back at the wall. "No! she screamed, and ran towards the stranger." But the all too familiar feeling of Ganthe's fire touched her back, and she fell to the ground. But then suddenly all the pain went dull, and she saw the light slowly draining out of the stranger's eyes.
"No! stop healing me! Neal?" He just nodded, and gave a small nod, but the healing didn't stop. "Save yourself Kel..." his voice said, raspy and fading. "NEAL! STOP IT! I"M FINE!" Ganthe took that moment to hit her again, and this time the force was so strong, it pushed her right in next to him. His eyes were still open, but the sparkle that she had seen as a child, the sparkle she knew, and the sparkle she loved was dim, and she knew he was dying. Instead of sitting there, in their last moment, she knew she had to do something, so that possibly they could be saved. With all her stregnth she stood, picking up long pole of wood she had spotted on the floor, and charged with it, point facing Ganthe. He didn't expect a blow to the stomach, in fact he hadn't expected a blow at all, he thought she had been too weak. The wind was knocked out of him, and Kel took that opportunity to draw her sword, knock his head with the hilt, and then drive it into his chest. She hated killing, but it was the only thing left. She saw Ganthe's chest heave once, with an awful weezing noise, and suddenly everything was quiet.
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A whole month, she couldn't believe it. It had been a whole month since that confrontation with Ganthe. It turned out all his soldiers were powered by him, by his magic, and his power, so once he was dead, they had all fallen in the field. After Ganthe had uttered his last breath, she had brought Neal to the healers, and then went back to help the rest of the knights.
Cleon had been sympathetic, but she could see the strain in his face. He had found out about her and Neal, found out about that one kiss, she had told him. He didn't like it, and he hadn't taken it well. Oh he said he still loved her, yes, but she knew that he felt some sort of betrayal. But she sighed, because she knew she would have too. It was too complicated for her. Neal was still, a month later, with the healers, almost fully recovered, and she hadn't visited him yet. She didn't think she was ready. He had told her, or whispered to her while she was taking him to the healers, that no matter what, even if she picked Cleon, he would still love her, and nothing could change that. But then quickly added "Unless of course the stump ordered me not to!" he had said, with the same sarcastic, and yet very humorous tone she had grown to love. Cleon on the other hand had told her she needed to choose, because his heart couldn't take it. All of this confused her even more than she was and she thought about it each night, the two men's faces haunting her in her sleep.
She sat at her desk, cleaning the chain mail from that battle with Ganthe. Scrubbing it, she noticed a charred piece of paper sticking out. She pulled it out, and realized what it was, even if it wasn't that object any more, well not really. It was part of Cleon's letter, with the top and bottom burnt off, and just one sentence left. It read,
"a lover will always return to his first love"
and all that she needed to know flowed into her head, and she thought how ironic it all was. She remembered her years as a page, claiming she was "in love" and maybe in a way she was, but she knew that boy, now man, had been her first crush, her first friend, her first love. The one she should be with, and she now knew who she had to pick, she knew her path, she knew her fate, she knew it was the right choice. So she slowly stood up, and headed towards where she knew he was waiting for her.
The End.
"Oh, so she's awake." The person, who could only be Ganthe drawled. "Well i guess we should AT LEAST tell her why she's here...she'll be dead soon anyways." He was sitting, on a wooden bench, padded with a type of golden weave, which hurt her eyes to look at. "You, my darling, are here, because my fore-sight told me that you would be the end of my power, end of this war, and that leads to the end of me, which means that I must get rid of you. Fortunately enough, Rubrik over here" he motioned to the other man in the room, "was smart enough to decode my foresight, and so here I am, and I guess all that is left to do is kill you. But oh what way..."
Kel's skin froze after every word he said. Fore-sight? She remembered reading about it in one of her text books. It was when a mage, or someone with the Gift could see the future, or part of their destiny. She looked over at Gante, and his short black hair, and piercing yellow/green eyes. He was pure evil, she could sense it. He wasn't even that great looking. Rubrik wasn't much better, although he was taller, and more muscular, his pointed features made him look almost worse than Ganthe.
"No" she growled.
"Is that you rebelling?" he said with a laugh, "I'm afraid that is simply not going to work this time Keladry. You are not match for me, you don't even have the gift for Mithros's sake!"
Her brows furrowed, and she sat up a bit, trying to break free of the ropes they had tied her down with. Rubrik was in the corner, and Ganth was still on that silly bench eating, and planning out something on a map. No one was watching her, so very slowly, she eased a finger out of the rope, and pulled out about an inch of her blade, so that it touched the rope. She then started moving up and down, so that the blade cut one of the strings. It worked...for the first one. After that, Ganthe turned from his chair quickly, and sent a bolt of fire towards her, intending to smother her in flames, and it did burn parts of her hair, and tunic, but it had made the rope ashes. She stood up quickly, and attacked the mage with all her force, which wasn't a lot at all. Just at that moment, a figure came into the scene, one that she had scene as a child, and then now. He attacked Rubrik, sending him unconcious to the ground. Then he pulled Ganthe off her, but Ganthe quickly sent bolts of pain and fire through him, knocking him back at the wall. "No! she screamed, and ran towards the stranger." But the all too familiar feeling of Ganthe's fire touched her back, and she fell to the ground. But then suddenly all the pain went dull, and she saw the light slowly draining out of the stranger's eyes.
"No! stop healing me! Neal?" He just nodded, and gave a small nod, but the healing didn't stop. "Save yourself Kel..." his voice said, raspy and fading. "NEAL! STOP IT! I"M FINE!" Ganthe took that moment to hit her again, and this time the force was so strong, it pushed her right in next to him. His eyes were still open, but the sparkle that she had seen as a child, the sparkle she knew, and the sparkle she loved was dim, and she knew he was dying. Instead of sitting there, in their last moment, she knew she had to do something, so that possibly they could be saved. With all her stregnth she stood, picking up long pole of wood she had spotted on the floor, and charged with it, point facing Ganthe. He didn't expect a blow to the stomach, in fact he hadn't expected a blow at all, he thought she had been too weak. The wind was knocked out of him, and Kel took that opportunity to draw her sword, knock his head with the hilt, and then drive it into his chest. She hated killing, but it was the only thing left. She saw Ganthe's chest heave once, with an awful weezing noise, and suddenly everything was quiet.
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A whole month, she couldn't believe it. It had been a whole month since that confrontation with Ganthe. It turned out all his soldiers were powered by him, by his magic, and his power, so once he was dead, they had all fallen in the field. After Ganthe had uttered his last breath, she had brought Neal to the healers, and then went back to help the rest of the knights.
Cleon had been sympathetic, but she could see the strain in his face. He had found out about her and Neal, found out about that one kiss, she had told him. He didn't like it, and he hadn't taken it well. Oh he said he still loved her, yes, but she knew that he felt some sort of betrayal. But she sighed, because she knew she would have too. It was too complicated for her. Neal was still, a month later, with the healers, almost fully recovered, and she hadn't visited him yet. She didn't think she was ready. He had told her, or whispered to her while she was taking him to the healers, that no matter what, even if she picked Cleon, he would still love her, and nothing could change that. But then quickly added "Unless of course the stump ordered me not to!" he had said, with the same sarcastic, and yet very humorous tone she had grown to love. Cleon on the other hand had told her she needed to choose, because his heart couldn't take it. All of this confused her even more than she was and she thought about it each night, the two men's faces haunting her in her sleep.
She sat at her desk, cleaning the chain mail from that battle with Ganthe. Scrubbing it, she noticed a charred piece of paper sticking out. She pulled it out, and realized what it was, even if it wasn't that object any more, well not really. It was part of Cleon's letter, with the top and bottom burnt off, and just one sentence left. It read,
"a lover will always return to his first love"
and all that she needed to know flowed into her head, and she thought how ironic it all was. She remembered her years as a page, claiming she was "in love" and maybe in a way she was, but she knew that boy, now man, had been her first crush, her first friend, her first love. The one she should be with, and she now knew who she had to pick, she knew her path, she knew her fate, she knew it was the right choice. So she slowly stood up, and headed towards where she knew he was waiting for her.
The End.