Do you people like the new font? I just got a new compy and it has all the fonts and you can see them, so I went font hunting! Ok, well I just have to say, read Madeline's Survivor it is so (broadcasting editing in use )ing funny! You will get that last remark if you read it. Well, sorry this has taken so long. I will try to be more er….prompt *snicker* in future postings. This should answer the question on everyone's minds, WHAT IM MITHROS NAME HAPPENED TO KEL?
Neal stared down at the sleeping Kel in disbelief. Duke Baird and King Jonathan were standing outside discussing Kel's condition. He caught bits of sentences like, "Not natural," and, "Aimed at her." He sat gripping Kel's pale, lifeless hand. When the Duke and the King came back into the room Neal jumped to address them, but the results were not exactly what he had hoped for. Over the past half hour he had drained most of his magic trying to discover the illness that plagued Kel. He staggered a bit ad she asked, "Well…?"
The look on his fathers face told him everything. "Son, we know what is wrong, but it is pretty vague. We know that the illness is not natural and that someone wanted it to only effect Kel. We found something in the books. We think it an illness that can only be sent by Uusaoe, the lord of Chaos
Neal looked down again at Kel, her lips parted softly in a slight smile. At lest she is having good dreams "What can we do?"
The Duke began, "Only a rare herb can cure this sickness. The only plant in the world is…"
"With my luck, it's on the Roof of the World." Neal interrupted.
"Actually, it's right over there," the Duke retorted, pointing to a potted plant sitting on the windowsill. Neal just glared as Jonathan's strong shoulders shook with laughter.
Neal walked over and grabbed the plant, setting it on the table. His father took a single leaf and used some sort of spell on it. When he was finished the leaf was dry and he crushed it into a fine powder and set it in a bowl.
"I have something I must attend to. Neal when she wakes up, give her a tea made of this entire leaf, no less. Understand?" The Duke asked.
Neal nodded and the King and his father left the room. He scooted a chair over to Kel's bed and grabbed her hand, willing her to wake up.
Fifteen minutes later Neal was beginning to fall asleep just as Kel was waking up. She squeezed his hand and he was instantly awake. He jumped out of his seat and made the tea, explaining everything as he went along. He finally shoved the foul smelling brew under her nose and she just stared at him.
"Drink it!" He commanded.
"But it smells bad!"
"Well poo. You will die if you don't."
"Fine then," Kel pinched her nose and drank the entire thing. She looked a little green, but other than that she seemed fine.
"Feeling better?" He asked with a wicked grin on his face as he retook his seat by her bed.
"A little," she admitted, glaring back.
"You should get better in a week now." He said, yawning.
"You should really get some sleep, Neal."
"I'm ok. Gods Kel, I was so worried."
Kel laughed. "I could tell. I was conscious off and on this whole time. I saw you pacing while your father and the King talked, and before that I could feel your magic when you were trying to heal me. I kept dreaming about your green eyes after that."
"I could tell you were having good dreams," He said smugly, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head, grinning. Kel reached over and poked his stomach. He instantly leaned over and stopped stretching back.
"Your losing a bit of you muscles there." She grinned.
Neal lifted his shirt to look at his stomach and Kel swooned. After about thirty seconds of both of them admiring his abs, he replied. "I am not!"
Kel just grinned and shrugged. Neal realized her motive and grabbed her, pulling her onto his lap in the chair. "Your too cute." He said.
"I know."
Neal slipped out of threw door after Kel had fallen asleep and closed it behind him. It was close to the first hour and he needed to get some sleep before tomorrow. He groaned inwardly. Tomorrow is gonna be pure hell.
Before he could get to his room, a select few squires started hounding him with questions. Among this group were Cleon, Owen, Roald, Faleron, and Merric. Neal sighed and explained everything to them and then struggled his way to his room. When he was lying in his bed he found himself thinking about the latest encounter. Did Cleon look a little jealous back there? He seemed kind of distant. And when I mentioned that I had been there the whole time. Well, Faleron asked! Neal's eyes started to get heavy and he let himself fall asleep, remembering the torture he was in for tomorrow.
Neal jolted awake a few hours later when the bell rang. He groaned and almost fell asleep. He wanted to wait for the second bell to ring, like he usually did. He then remembered that if he didn't wake up he would not be able to see Kel. He quickly got out of bed and dressed, splashing water on his face.
Moments later, he was walking down the hall to the infirmary, yawning uncontrollably. I am going to pay for my lack of sleep. This is going to be a fun fun day! He groaned for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. Why do I torture myself like this?
He reached the infirmary to find an awake Kel eating what looked like broth and noodles with bits of chicken in it, and his father, rummaging through the cupboards. Kel grinned when she saw the bags under his eyes and his rumpled hair.
"Sleep well?" she asked cheerfully. He just grumbled in reply.
Just then, his father took notice of him, "Oh, hi Neal. I have to go soon but I am supposed to tell you that my Lord Wyldon is giving you the day off." The second bell rang and Duke Baird hurried from the room.
"Lord Wyldon gave me the day off?" Neal asked, bemused (is that the right usage of that word?)
"He didn't want to." Kel said. When Neal looked at her quizzically, she elaborated. "Oh, I heard him talking to the King outside. The King said something about you being up all night for a fellow squire and you deserving a break.
Neal sighed in relief and flopped into the chair he had occupied the night before. "Feeling better?" he asked.
She nodded and replied, "A bit. Your father said I will be all better in a week. I have to go back to classes tomorrow, but I don't have to go back to training for another week."
"Lucky," He grumbled.
She just laughed and handed him her soup bowl. He obediently placed it on the table.
"At least I get to spend the whole day with you." He said. Kel swooned.
Neal stared down at the sleeping Kel in disbelief. Duke Baird and King Jonathan were standing outside discussing Kel's condition. He caught bits of sentences like, "Not natural," and, "Aimed at her." He sat gripping Kel's pale, lifeless hand. When the Duke and the King came back into the room Neal jumped to address them, but the results were not exactly what he had hoped for. Over the past half hour he had drained most of his magic trying to discover the illness that plagued Kel. He staggered a bit ad she asked, "Well…?"
The look on his fathers face told him everything. "Son, we know what is wrong, but it is pretty vague. We know that the illness is not natural and that someone wanted it to only effect Kel. We found something in the books. We think it an illness that can only be sent by Uusaoe, the lord of Chaos
Neal looked down again at Kel, her lips parted softly in a slight smile. At lest she is having good dreams "What can we do?"
The Duke began, "Only a rare herb can cure this sickness. The only plant in the world is…"
"With my luck, it's on the Roof of the World." Neal interrupted.
"Actually, it's right over there," the Duke retorted, pointing to a potted plant sitting on the windowsill. Neal just glared as Jonathan's strong shoulders shook with laughter.
Neal walked over and grabbed the plant, setting it on the table. His father took a single leaf and used some sort of spell on it. When he was finished the leaf was dry and he crushed it into a fine powder and set it in a bowl.
"I have something I must attend to. Neal when she wakes up, give her a tea made of this entire leaf, no less. Understand?" The Duke asked.
Neal nodded and the King and his father left the room. He scooted a chair over to Kel's bed and grabbed her hand, willing her to wake up.
Fifteen minutes later Neal was beginning to fall asleep just as Kel was waking up. She squeezed his hand and he was instantly awake. He jumped out of his seat and made the tea, explaining everything as he went along. He finally shoved the foul smelling brew under her nose and she just stared at him.
"Drink it!" He commanded.
"But it smells bad!"
"Well poo. You will die if you don't."
"Fine then," Kel pinched her nose and drank the entire thing. She looked a little green, but other than that she seemed fine.
"Feeling better?" He asked with a wicked grin on his face as he retook his seat by her bed.
"A little," she admitted, glaring back.
"You should get better in a week now." He said, yawning.
"You should really get some sleep, Neal."
"I'm ok. Gods Kel, I was so worried."
Kel laughed. "I could tell. I was conscious off and on this whole time. I saw you pacing while your father and the King talked, and before that I could feel your magic when you were trying to heal me. I kept dreaming about your green eyes after that."
"I could tell you were having good dreams," He said smugly, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head, grinning. Kel reached over and poked his stomach. He instantly leaned over and stopped stretching back.
"Your losing a bit of you muscles there." She grinned.
Neal lifted his shirt to look at his stomach and Kel swooned. After about thirty seconds of both of them admiring his abs, he replied. "I am not!"
Kel just grinned and shrugged. Neal realized her motive and grabbed her, pulling her onto his lap in the chair. "Your too cute." He said.
"I know."
Neal slipped out of threw door after Kel had fallen asleep and closed it behind him. It was close to the first hour and he needed to get some sleep before tomorrow. He groaned inwardly. Tomorrow is gonna be pure hell.
Before he could get to his room, a select few squires started hounding him with questions. Among this group were Cleon, Owen, Roald, Faleron, and Merric. Neal sighed and explained everything to them and then struggled his way to his room. When he was lying in his bed he found himself thinking about the latest encounter. Did Cleon look a little jealous back there? He seemed kind of distant. And when I mentioned that I had been there the whole time. Well, Faleron asked! Neal's eyes started to get heavy and he let himself fall asleep, remembering the torture he was in for tomorrow.
Neal jolted awake a few hours later when the bell rang. He groaned and almost fell asleep. He wanted to wait for the second bell to ring, like he usually did. He then remembered that if he didn't wake up he would not be able to see Kel. He quickly got out of bed and dressed, splashing water on his face.
Moments later, he was walking down the hall to the infirmary, yawning uncontrollably. I am going to pay for my lack of sleep. This is going to be a fun fun day! He groaned for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. Why do I torture myself like this?
He reached the infirmary to find an awake Kel eating what looked like broth and noodles with bits of chicken in it, and his father, rummaging through the cupboards. Kel grinned when she saw the bags under his eyes and his rumpled hair.
"Sleep well?" she asked cheerfully. He just grumbled in reply.
Just then, his father took notice of him, "Oh, hi Neal. I have to go soon but I am supposed to tell you that my Lord Wyldon is giving you the day off." The second bell rang and Duke Baird hurried from the room.
"Lord Wyldon gave me the day off?" Neal asked, bemused (is that the right usage of that word?)
"He didn't want to." Kel said. When Neal looked at her quizzically, she elaborated. "Oh, I heard him talking to the King outside. The King said something about you being up all night for a fellow squire and you deserving a break.
Neal sighed in relief and flopped into the chair he had occupied the night before. "Feeling better?" he asked.
She nodded and replied, "A bit. Your father said I will be all better in a week. I have to go back to classes tomorrow, but I don't have to go back to training for another week."
"Lucky," He grumbled.
She just laughed and handed him her soup bowl. He obediently placed it on the table.
"At least I get to spend the whole day with you." He said. Kel swooned.