HELLO EVERYONE! Been a long time hasn't it? Well, I was struck by the
disease called 'writers block' but now I'm cured. Smiles everyone! I also
did some editing on chapter 1 & 2 for neatness' sake. Well, as usual, I
hope you enjoy this new chapter, and the one to come shortly after! :)
Enjoy!
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"Kevin? Kevin what's wrong?" Carlie asked, kneeling right next to Kevin's lying figure. He was laying in a small pool of blood, leaking at his side. He was whimpering, ever so quietly, in pain. Carlie sat there watching the life from Kevin's very own eyes. slowly being drained away on the eerie, cold granite floor.
A crying Carlie, got up, trying to cast healing spell after healing spell, but no effect. 'What good is it? Being a priestess. but not being able to heal'. She was crying hysterically. At this point Kevin was coughing up blood. The colour of the blood was particularly disturbing. black. Carlie knew this meant that his death was imminent. "Carlie." Kevin barely managed to utter.
"Kevin." she sobbed, "Please. please don't leave." She cried. Both of them were leaking. Only one was leaking blood, the other, tears from her soul. She couldn't lose another person she cared so deeply about. "I can't let you go. it's not fair, *sob*"
The whimpering. slowly stopped, as Kevin slowly closed his eyes, right before he wiped some tears from Carlie's flushed face with his furry fingers. He was dead. Carlie knew it, she couldn't stop crying. Her parents. her grandfather on her father's side. Heath. Oh she remembered how Heath had to go. and now Kevin. She was officially, utterly alone.
Then, as if on cue, a horrible, cackling laugh that was ever so familiar to Carlie rang through her mind. It was the Death Jester. Out of pure fury, she spun around and faced him, grasping her mace with all her rage and might, gritting her teeth while still giving up tears. Only now, instead of them being of sadness, they were tears of rage. "Looks like your pathetic pet is dead" He said, laughing the whole time. She raised her mace and rushed straight at the laughing fool.
"I HATE YOU!!!" She screamed, only to find darkness greeting her. She could hardly notice Kevin there, by her side, looking curiously at her.
"Um. bad dream?" he asked. Carlie realised that she was hardly wearing anything, tucked in a nice bed with a cold sweat across her brow, breathing heavily, still crying a little. They were still in an inn in the elven lands.
'It was just a dream?' Carlie thought to herself. She looked at Kevin who was by her side, wiping the tears away with his furry finger just like in her dream, looking increasingly concerned by the second. "S-s-sorry" She sobbed, planning to give a full apology for waking him up.
"It's alright," he hushed, "It was just a bad dream" he said, trying his very best to comfort her. Kevin was not very good at this. The beastmen's attitude toward crying was. well, normally intolerant. Of course, Kevin wasn't like other beastmen, he was more compassionate than his kin, more caring and sweeter as well.
"T-thank you" she sobbed again. She looked at Kevin again, a bit calmer than before. She couldn't help but blush when she noticed that Kevin wasn't wearing a shirt. Not that it made much of a difference with all the fur. She knew the other guys didn't normally wear clothes when they slept, nor did the girls for that matter. Kevin must've put some pants on before he came to comfort her. 'Why am I thinking about this?' she asked herself. She was blushing even more furiously now than before, knowing that priestesses weren't exactly supposed to be thinking about these things. It was a good thing the beastman couldn't see her blush, due to the darkness, there wasn't even the slightest candle-light. Elves tended to have enhanced senses compared to humans.
"Go to sleep now. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow." Kevin said. The dream world was slowly catching up to Carlie again, whether it was because of the comforting things Kevin said, or because of all the energy she spent crying, she didn't know. But Carlie's grasp on reality soon slipped as she was taken away by sleep again.
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Carlie's eyes slowly opened as sunlight beamed through the room. Her second time resting was a lot more peaceful than her first. She couldn't understand what would've prompted that dream. She didn't know whether to interpret it as a sign, or an omen, or a feeling, or a fear, or. This was silly. There was such a thing as over-analysing a dream. She noticed that Kevin was still by her bed, though not quite awake. It was sweet of him to do. By him was Karl, in a sleep state as well.
As much as Kevin and Carlie were friends, and everything they've been through together, she couldn't let him see her completely naked. She changed into her regular outfit as quickly and as quietly as possible. Then, she crawled back onto the bed. Before she did anything else, she looked out peaceful Kevin and Karl looked in their sleep, admiring it for a moment.
"WAKE UP!!! IT'S MORNING NOW!!!" She yelled as loudly as possible jumping up and down on the bed. Both of the two, formerly, sleeping figures jumped up in complete shock by their rude awakening.
Carlie was laughing non-stop, but still jumping up and down in complete childish joy, jumping from bed to bed while shouting "Wheee!!"
After Kevin got control of himself again, he was able to say in mild frustration "Did you HAVE to do that!?" Karl was so frightened that you could hear his claws scamper across the wooden floor, running outside, getting through all obstacles.
"Yup-yup!" she shouted gleefully in reply, this time jumping up and down on Kevin's former bed in the middle of the room.
"Oh really?" he asked evilly. Just like that, he grabbed a pillow and chucked straight at the jumping half-elf. The pillow knocked her right off the bed and onto the floor. But no sooner did she retaliate by throwing it back. An all-out pillow fight had been started.
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"So where are we headed today?" Carlie asked.
Kevin, who was now wearing a shirt, didn't reply for a while. "We're going back to Wendel."
"We are? Did we already do everyone?"
"Almost." He muttered very silently to himself. Kevin wasn't satisfied with a forced apology from Jad. He had to go back there. But he had to do this alone. The only thing that kept him from being lynched on the spot was his relation with Carlie and the mayor. He had to apologise to each, individual person, even though it could very well be the forfeit of his own life. He knew Carlie would try to stop him if he did this. He didn't have the heart to her though.
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Yes, it's short. I know. You don't need to point it out for me, I'm not blind. I'll throw out the next chapter sometime in the near future. Please, don't forget to review! ^_^
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"Kevin? Kevin what's wrong?" Carlie asked, kneeling right next to Kevin's lying figure. He was laying in a small pool of blood, leaking at his side. He was whimpering, ever so quietly, in pain. Carlie sat there watching the life from Kevin's very own eyes. slowly being drained away on the eerie, cold granite floor.
A crying Carlie, got up, trying to cast healing spell after healing spell, but no effect. 'What good is it? Being a priestess. but not being able to heal'. She was crying hysterically. At this point Kevin was coughing up blood. The colour of the blood was particularly disturbing. black. Carlie knew this meant that his death was imminent. "Carlie." Kevin barely managed to utter.
"Kevin." she sobbed, "Please. please don't leave." She cried. Both of them were leaking. Only one was leaking blood, the other, tears from her soul. She couldn't lose another person she cared so deeply about. "I can't let you go. it's not fair, *sob*"
The whimpering. slowly stopped, as Kevin slowly closed his eyes, right before he wiped some tears from Carlie's flushed face with his furry fingers. He was dead. Carlie knew it, she couldn't stop crying. Her parents. her grandfather on her father's side. Heath. Oh she remembered how Heath had to go. and now Kevin. She was officially, utterly alone.
Then, as if on cue, a horrible, cackling laugh that was ever so familiar to Carlie rang through her mind. It was the Death Jester. Out of pure fury, she spun around and faced him, grasping her mace with all her rage and might, gritting her teeth while still giving up tears. Only now, instead of them being of sadness, they were tears of rage. "Looks like your pathetic pet is dead" He said, laughing the whole time. She raised her mace and rushed straight at the laughing fool.
"I HATE YOU!!!" She screamed, only to find darkness greeting her. She could hardly notice Kevin there, by her side, looking curiously at her.
"Um. bad dream?" he asked. Carlie realised that she was hardly wearing anything, tucked in a nice bed with a cold sweat across her brow, breathing heavily, still crying a little. They were still in an inn in the elven lands.
'It was just a dream?' Carlie thought to herself. She looked at Kevin who was by her side, wiping the tears away with his furry finger just like in her dream, looking increasingly concerned by the second. "S-s-sorry" She sobbed, planning to give a full apology for waking him up.
"It's alright," he hushed, "It was just a bad dream" he said, trying his very best to comfort her. Kevin was not very good at this. The beastmen's attitude toward crying was. well, normally intolerant. Of course, Kevin wasn't like other beastmen, he was more compassionate than his kin, more caring and sweeter as well.
"T-thank you" she sobbed again. She looked at Kevin again, a bit calmer than before. She couldn't help but blush when she noticed that Kevin wasn't wearing a shirt. Not that it made much of a difference with all the fur. She knew the other guys didn't normally wear clothes when they slept, nor did the girls for that matter. Kevin must've put some pants on before he came to comfort her. 'Why am I thinking about this?' she asked herself. She was blushing even more furiously now than before, knowing that priestesses weren't exactly supposed to be thinking about these things. It was a good thing the beastman couldn't see her blush, due to the darkness, there wasn't even the slightest candle-light. Elves tended to have enhanced senses compared to humans.
"Go to sleep now. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow." Kevin said. The dream world was slowly catching up to Carlie again, whether it was because of the comforting things Kevin said, or because of all the energy she spent crying, she didn't know. But Carlie's grasp on reality soon slipped as she was taken away by sleep again.
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Carlie's eyes slowly opened as sunlight beamed through the room. Her second time resting was a lot more peaceful than her first. She couldn't understand what would've prompted that dream. She didn't know whether to interpret it as a sign, or an omen, or a feeling, or a fear, or. This was silly. There was such a thing as over-analysing a dream. She noticed that Kevin was still by her bed, though not quite awake. It was sweet of him to do. By him was Karl, in a sleep state as well.
As much as Kevin and Carlie were friends, and everything they've been through together, she couldn't let him see her completely naked. She changed into her regular outfit as quickly and as quietly as possible. Then, she crawled back onto the bed. Before she did anything else, she looked out peaceful Kevin and Karl looked in their sleep, admiring it for a moment.
"WAKE UP!!! IT'S MORNING NOW!!!" She yelled as loudly as possible jumping up and down on the bed. Both of the two, formerly, sleeping figures jumped up in complete shock by their rude awakening.
Carlie was laughing non-stop, but still jumping up and down in complete childish joy, jumping from bed to bed while shouting "Wheee!!"
After Kevin got control of himself again, he was able to say in mild frustration "Did you HAVE to do that!?" Karl was so frightened that you could hear his claws scamper across the wooden floor, running outside, getting through all obstacles.
"Yup-yup!" she shouted gleefully in reply, this time jumping up and down on Kevin's former bed in the middle of the room.
"Oh really?" he asked evilly. Just like that, he grabbed a pillow and chucked straight at the jumping half-elf. The pillow knocked her right off the bed and onto the floor. But no sooner did she retaliate by throwing it back. An all-out pillow fight had been started.
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"So where are we headed today?" Carlie asked.
Kevin, who was now wearing a shirt, didn't reply for a while. "We're going back to Wendel."
"We are? Did we already do everyone?"
"Almost." He muttered very silently to himself. Kevin wasn't satisfied with a forced apology from Jad. He had to go back there. But he had to do this alone. The only thing that kept him from being lynched on the spot was his relation with Carlie and the mayor. He had to apologise to each, individual person, even though it could very well be the forfeit of his own life. He knew Carlie would try to stop him if he did this. He didn't have the heart to her though.
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Yes, it's short. I know. You don't need to point it out for me, I'm not blind. I'll throw out the next chapter sometime in the near future. Please, don't forget to review! ^_^