Chapter 7: The Soul of a Warrior
Lisette opened one eye and looked across the campsite. Kimahri stood watch a little ways off to the right, his back to the fire. He certainly is a noble one, she thought, smiling to herself. The others were all asleep, their minds drifting in dreams.
She quietly rolled over to look at Auron. His chiseled face exposed in sleep... his glasses gone, his tail of raven hair laying against his neck, his collar folded behind his head to cushion it against the ground. And then there was rest of him. His clearly defined arms, the sculpted chest and heavily muscled abdomen, the slim waist, the long, powerful legs. Even the scar he wore only made him that much more beautiful in her eyes... he was the most perfect warrior she had ever seen.
She shouldn't be doing this... it was an invasion to do it this way. But, she had to know if Auron was the one she sought, and she may not get another chance. So she reached out to his unconscious mind (even in this relaxed state difficult to penetrate). A push... and then random feelings came to her, disjointed and confused by sleep...
forgotten outcast... heretic... must be another way... no! please my Lord... my duty... promise... I promise... give you my word... all for nothing... wasted... everything wasted... should have died with them... peace... no peace for me... alone... so alone... must go on... I promise... empty my soul... fill it with this purpose...
Lisette could bear no more and severed the link with Auron's mind. She groaned softly and brought a shaking hand to her face. Now she knew what and who he was, and the reason for his stoic, uncaring facade. It was the only thing left to him... all else had been brutally taken away.
Her heart clenched in her chest and she rolled onto her back... bringing her arm up to cover her face, and the tears that gathered there.
Lisette opened one eye and looked across the campsite. Kimahri stood watch a little ways off to the right, his back to the fire. He certainly is a noble one, she thought, smiling to herself. The others were all asleep, their minds drifting in dreams.
She quietly rolled over to look at Auron. His chiseled face exposed in sleep... his glasses gone, his tail of raven hair laying against his neck, his collar folded behind his head to cushion it against the ground. And then there was rest of him. His clearly defined arms, the sculpted chest and heavily muscled abdomen, the slim waist, the long, powerful legs. Even the scar he wore only made him that much more beautiful in her eyes... he was the most perfect warrior she had ever seen.
She shouldn't be doing this... it was an invasion to do it this way. But, she had to know if Auron was the one she sought, and she may not get another chance. So she reached out to his unconscious mind (even in this relaxed state difficult to penetrate). A push... and then random feelings came to her, disjointed and confused by sleep...
forgotten outcast... heretic... must be another way... no! please my Lord... my duty... promise... I promise... give you my word... all for nothing... wasted... everything wasted... should have died with them... peace... no peace for me... alone... so alone... must go on... I promise... empty my soul... fill it with this purpose...
Lisette could bear no more and severed the link with Auron's mind. She groaned softly and brought a shaking hand to her face. Now she knew what and who he was, and the reason for his stoic, uncaring facade. It was the only thing left to him... all else had been brutally taken away.
Her heart clenched in her chest and she rolled onto her back... bringing her arm up to cover her face, and the tears that gathered there.