The Giving-part 11
Disclaimer in part 1
Slight spoilers for season two premier episode.
Sighing loudly, Beka sank deeper into the steaming waters of the luxurious tub. As much as she wanted to leave this place she had to admit the accommodations were wonderful. She had been shown into a large room with an enormous bed and the even bigger tub where she was currently ensconced.
'This might not be such a bad place if I didn't get such a bad feeling from these people.' She thought to herself. 'I just have to wait for the right moment I suppose. Then I am getting out of here and finding Dylan and the others.'
Her thoughts began to wander to Dylan and how things had started changing between them over the last few months. They had started spending a lot more time together after the Magog attack. Most of it was just spent talking about anything but the Magog. But not too long ago the conversation had drifted to that subject.
Beka entered the dining area after her shift on watch. It was midnight and she had expected the room to be empty. However that was not the case. Dylan was seated at a table with a cup in front of him. His head was bowed, resting on his folded arms.
"Hey," she said quietly, coming up behind him. "What's the matter? Couldn't you sleep?"
Dylan jumped at the sound of her voice.
"No," he said. "I couldn't. What about you? What are you doing in here so late?"
Beka poured herself a cup of coffee and got something to eat before joining him at the table.
"Just got off duty and needed a little bedtime snack." She replied. "So do you want to talk about it?"
"About what?"
"Come on Dylan, I have had enough 'had a nightmare and don't want to go back to sleep' nights myself to recognize the symptoms in others."
"That obvious huh?" he said with a small grin.
"Well I assume it was a nightmare. If it was the other type of 'keep me awake for the rest of the night' dream, you would probably be in the showers, not the dining area." She answered with a grin of her own.
Dylan laughed and shook his head. "I assume you have had your share of those dreams as well?"
"Now don't you go trying to change the course of this conversation Mister." She said, shaking her finger in front of his face. "We were discussing your dreams not mine. Now tell me what has you awake at this hour."
When he hesitated she reached across the table placing her hand on top of his.
"It will help to talk about it Dylan."
Turning his hand so that he held her small hand in his larger one he began to talk.
"It was about the Magog attack. Only in my dream I couldn't fight them. I just stood there as they attacked. They were killing everyone and I just stood there." He couldn't continue speaking and once again bowed his head.
Beka quickly came around the table and put her arm around Dylan's shoulder.
"Dylan it was just a dream. It didn't happen. You did everything you could and you saved Harper and Tyr. You saved them and the Magog are gone for now." She said running her hand reassuringly up and down his back.
Dylan raised his head and looked at her. The despair and sadness she saw on his face nearly broke her heart.
"But what about next time Beka? What if I can't fight them next time? What if I can't save everyone?"
"You will Dylan. We will fight them together and we will win. We have to."
She sounded so sure of herself that Dylan immediately felt a small degree of relief.
Shaking his head ruefully he said, "You are right Beka. We will fight them and win. Together."
They stared at each other neither wanting to spoil the moment. Ever so slowly they moved toward each other. After a brief hesitation their lips touched lightly in a gentle kiss. They drew back after a moment and again just looked at each other.
Smiling gently Beka broke the silence. "You should go back to bed and get some sleep Dylan."
Laughing he replied, "Actually I was thinking of heading for the showers first."
The door to the room opening interrupted her thoughts. Reenia entered carrying a bundle wrapped in plain brown paper.
"I have brought you some more clothes Goddess," she said. "I believe they will fit you quite well. After you are dressed I will take you to the dining hall to join Lord Tourk."
"Reenia will you please tell me what is going on here?" Beka pleaded with the woman. "Why does everyone keep insisting I am some kind of Goddess and just what is it that you people think I can do for you?"
"Lord Tourk will explain everything to you when the time is right." Reenia replied.
"You people have no right to keep me here against my will." Beka yelled.
"I am sorry but whether we have the right or not doesn't matter. We have no choice. Our people's existence depends on you and we will do whatever we must to insure our survival. Now you must hurry and get dressed. My God Tourk is waiting."
After an hour in the village Dylan and Tyr were no closer to reaching Beka than before they arrived. The only information they had obtained was the fact that there were only six horses in the entire village and all six had left that morning with Beka.
"I suppose this means we are walking all the way to the palace." Tyr stated. "You do realize that it will take all day and most of the night to reach it?"
"That may be too late." Dylan said. " I have another idea."
Disclaimer in part 1
Slight spoilers for season two premier episode.
Sighing loudly, Beka sank deeper into the steaming waters of the luxurious tub. As much as she wanted to leave this place she had to admit the accommodations were wonderful. She had been shown into a large room with an enormous bed and the even bigger tub where she was currently ensconced.
'This might not be such a bad place if I didn't get such a bad feeling from these people.' She thought to herself. 'I just have to wait for the right moment I suppose. Then I am getting out of here and finding Dylan and the others.'
Her thoughts began to wander to Dylan and how things had started changing between them over the last few months. They had started spending a lot more time together after the Magog attack. Most of it was just spent talking about anything but the Magog. But not too long ago the conversation had drifted to that subject.
Beka entered the dining area after her shift on watch. It was midnight and she had expected the room to be empty. However that was not the case. Dylan was seated at a table with a cup in front of him. His head was bowed, resting on his folded arms.
"Hey," she said quietly, coming up behind him. "What's the matter? Couldn't you sleep?"
Dylan jumped at the sound of her voice.
"No," he said. "I couldn't. What about you? What are you doing in here so late?"
Beka poured herself a cup of coffee and got something to eat before joining him at the table.
"Just got off duty and needed a little bedtime snack." She replied. "So do you want to talk about it?"
"About what?"
"Come on Dylan, I have had enough 'had a nightmare and don't want to go back to sleep' nights myself to recognize the symptoms in others."
"That obvious huh?" he said with a small grin.
"Well I assume it was a nightmare. If it was the other type of 'keep me awake for the rest of the night' dream, you would probably be in the showers, not the dining area." She answered with a grin of her own.
Dylan laughed and shook his head. "I assume you have had your share of those dreams as well?"
"Now don't you go trying to change the course of this conversation Mister." She said, shaking her finger in front of his face. "We were discussing your dreams not mine. Now tell me what has you awake at this hour."
When he hesitated she reached across the table placing her hand on top of his.
"It will help to talk about it Dylan."
Turning his hand so that he held her small hand in his larger one he began to talk.
"It was about the Magog attack. Only in my dream I couldn't fight them. I just stood there as they attacked. They were killing everyone and I just stood there." He couldn't continue speaking and once again bowed his head.
Beka quickly came around the table and put her arm around Dylan's shoulder.
"Dylan it was just a dream. It didn't happen. You did everything you could and you saved Harper and Tyr. You saved them and the Magog are gone for now." She said running her hand reassuringly up and down his back.
Dylan raised his head and looked at her. The despair and sadness she saw on his face nearly broke her heart.
"But what about next time Beka? What if I can't fight them next time? What if I can't save everyone?"
"You will Dylan. We will fight them together and we will win. We have to."
She sounded so sure of herself that Dylan immediately felt a small degree of relief.
Shaking his head ruefully he said, "You are right Beka. We will fight them and win. Together."
They stared at each other neither wanting to spoil the moment. Ever so slowly they moved toward each other. After a brief hesitation their lips touched lightly in a gentle kiss. They drew back after a moment and again just looked at each other.
Smiling gently Beka broke the silence. "You should go back to bed and get some sleep Dylan."
Laughing he replied, "Actually I was thinking of heading for the showers first."
The door to the room opening interrupted her thoughts. Reenia entered carrying a bundle wrapped in plain brown paper.
"I have brought you some more clothes Goddess," she said. "I believe they will fit you quite well. After you are dressed I will take you to the dining hall to join Lord Tourk."
"Reenia will you please tell me what is going on here?" Beka pleaded with the woman. "Why does everyone keep insisting I am some kind of Goddess and just what is it that you people think I can do for you?"
"Lord Tourk will explain everything to you when the time is right." Reenia replied.
"You people have no right to keep me here against my will." Beka yelled.
"I am sorry but whether we have the right or not doesn't matter. We have no choice. Our people's existence depends on you and we will do whatever we must to insure our survival. Now you must hurry and get dressed. My God Tourk is waiting."
After an hour in the village Dylan and Tyr were no closer to reaching Beka than before they arrived. The only information they had obtained was the fact that there were only six horses in the entire village and all six had left that morning with Beka.
"I suppose this means we are walking all the way to the palace." Tyr stated. "You do realize that it will take all day and most of the night to reach it?"
"That may be too late." Dylan said. " I have another idea."