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Author's note: O.K. We're finally back!! Isn't it really funny that as soon as we changed the story to a Kel/Neal flick that everyone liked it?!?!?! Go figure!!

Chapter 5

Snowflakes settled on Kel and Neal's hair as they strode hand-in-hand to the palace. They had recently returned from the war front. The war was by no means over, but Jon replaced the Third Company, Neal, Kel, and the other knights with the First and Second Company.

The moon was just starting to get high in the sky. When the couple reached the palace doors. Kel and Neal shared a passionate kiss, then departed and headed into their own beds.

Meanwhile, Raoul went down the long corridor to his room. His head was filled with thoughts of Kel. They had argued, and Kel had left Raoul for Neal. Raoul was heartbroken. He had never loved anyone as much as he loved that nineteen-year-old girl. He reached his room. Pulling out the keys, opening the door, and peering into the darkness of his room, Raoul sensed something wrong. Shrugging, he went inside. Upon closing the door, a dark and unseen figure jumped onto his back, forcing Raoul to the ground.

Raoul struggled to stand up, but to no avail. Suddenly, he heard Buri's voice hiss in his ear, "Next time, think twice about interrupting and insulting me, then leaving me for that little slut. But, unfortunately for you, there will be no next time. Say hello to death, Raoul." With that, she looped a wire around Raoul's neck and started to pull on it.

Raoul turned underneath her body to look into Buri's face. It was filled with rage. Wrestling his arms from underneath him, he placed his strong hands around Buri's neck. Using the last of his strength, he tightened them until Buri's face turned red.

Somebody knocked on the door, then opened it. Alanna came in, holding a map.

"Raoul, I just can't figure this out. Will you-" Her face paled with surprised. Thinking quickly, she grabbed a vase and smashed it over Buri's head. Buri cried out in pain, and let go of Raoul's neck. She furiously tore Raoul's hands off her. Then ran out of the room.

"Gods, Raoul!! What the hell was that!?!?!"

"The day we broke up, I insulted her. This was her revenge."

Buri fumed as she strode down the hall. How could Raoul have done this to her? That little bitch, she thought. She was so angry that she wasn't looking where she was going. Suddenly, she ran full-force into someone.

"Ummph!"

Buri blinked. "Hunhh? Oh Jon, I'm sorry! I didn't see you"

"Buri? What's the matter? You look furious," said Jon.

"I am."

"Well, come to my room, and let's talk about it." He took Buri's hand, and led her to a bedchamber. "Now, what's the matter?"

"Everything! I'm so mad at Raoul! He left me for that little slut he called his squire—"

"Kel?" aske Jon, frowning.

"Yes. Jon, hel; me. What should I do? I already tried to kill Raoul, but Alanna found us before he was dead."

"Hmm. I know only one solution. Find a new man," said Jon, firmly.

"That easier said than done," Buri replied. "Who's a man that loves me?"

Jon came over to Buri, and said "Well, I know one man who loves you." At this moment, he leaned down and kissed Buri. "I love you."

Buri clutched Jon around the neck, kissing him back. Jon slid his hands down her sides until he reached the hem of her shirt. Buri proceeded in yanking off Jon's shirt as she let his tongue explore the inside of her mouth. It only took them a few minutes to undress each other. They threw themselves on the bed.

The next morning, Kel walked to the parctise courts. She waved to Merric, Owen, and Neal, who were stretching. Quickly, she made her way over to them.

"Hey ,guys! I haven't seen you for a while." With the exception of Neal, she added to herself. The boys crowded around her.

"Hey, Kel! Looks like you've been keeping in shape," said Owen, grinning cheerfully.

"No kidding," agreed Merric. Neal just gave Kel his warmest smile; she felt her face flush. She opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off by a cold voice.

"Well, well. If it isn't the Lump." Kel whirled around to face the speaker.

"Hello, Garvey," she said coolly.

"You better thank the Gods I haven't found you before now," Garvey said, "or you'd be dead. But now I can finally kill you."

"For what?" Kel asked quietly. "I didn't kill Joren, and it's not my fault that Vinson's in prison."

"No, but Joren's death is your fault."

"So what are you going to do?" said Kel.

Garvey sneered before he replied, "Go get your sword. I challenge you to a duel; one to the death."

"Kel, don't be stupid," cried Neal. "You shouldn't-"

"Shut up. I have to do this," Kel said flatly, interrupting him. "Don't try to stop me."

She unsheathed her sword, and walked over to where Garvey was waiting. She nodded coolly at him. The fight had begun.

Garvey brought his blade, and struck down. Kel blocked his sword and broke away. She came in with a side-stroke. Garvey darted away, but not quickly enough; the edge of Kel's sword keft a shallow gash in Garvey's side. He cursed and brought his sword up to block her next parry. Kel leaned forward, putting her weight into her thrust. Garvey broke away. Kel tumbled to the ground, rolling to her feet. Before she was up, Garvey's blade bit into her shoulder, cutting deep. She winced and thrust her sword towards Garvey's legs. A howl told her she had found her target.

Once up, Kel watched warily as Garvey circled her. Suddenly, he darted in, but instead of using his sword, Garvey punched Kel in the face. Kel's eyes smarted at the blow. She struck out blindly. A grunt told her that she had hit Garvey in the stomach. He surged forward in another attack, this time tackling Kel. She hit the ground with Garvey still on top of her. They wrestled for a minute. A stinging blow to her left arm made Kel realize that Garvey had a dagger in his hand. Kel's was in her belt; she quickly used her good hand to grab it out of its sheath. A pain in her shoulder made her gasp. Garvey's dagger had penetrated her near her collarbone. He stabbed blindly again. This time, his dagger found her chest. Suddenly, Kel found it hard to breathe. Wildly, she stabbed at Garvey's flesh. He groaned, and clutched his belly with his free hand. With othe other, he continued to knife Kel as many times as he could. When the moment seemed right, Kel stabbed upwards for the final time.

This time, Garvey shuddered and rolled off her. Kel remained where she was, gasping for air. She felt faint. Neal's worried face floated in front of her before she sank into a blanket of darkness.

Authors' note: O.K. we realize it's really short, but we haven't had any time to write. So, oh well!!!

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