~Memories~
By Ola
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A/N~ sorry it took that long. I had it ready before then, but I wanted to make some comments on some of your reviews, and I just had to find some time to do it! =) and here is the story: (hope you'll enjoy it)
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Part 14~
When he saw her loose consciousness, Sindarin raced the last few feet and fell on his knees by her side. The little form looked even smaller now, and very pale, but had a steady, although weak pulse. Carefully, so as not to worsen the wound, he pulled apart the bloody sides of the shirt, where he thought the most damage had been done. The sword had cut through the skin and some muscles but had not reached any internal organs. The cut fortunately wasn't very deep. It started in the middle of the stomach and ran in a relatively straight line up to…
What the…
Sindarin jumped back as if burned. The wound stopped in between two unmistakable round bumps that should not have been there he glanced lower,a t another place that could give him a clue. It was flat…and it shouldn't have been.
Damn…so that's his little secret? That would explain a few things. Why he…she never took her shirt off, or went swimming with us…her voice, her small frame, her…
"Ahhh!"
Lanea's hand shot up to clutch the front of Sindarin's shirt with more strength that he had thought her capable of, especially in her present state. Her big eyes stared at him out of her pale face.
"Don't…tell…anyone…. …please." He had trouble understanding her.
"You're hurt Lan. You need help."
"They can't …know." Her voice was hard and now surer of herself.
"I won't tell, I promise, but you can't go around with your stomach in shreds. The cut's not deep, but it'll get infected if you don't treat it."
Her eyes had lost their glassy look, but he noticed that her hand still shook a little as she tried to cover her breast. He kept his gaze on her face out of respect for her privacy.
"The lake. There's a stream running into it." He nodded and carefully picked her up. "You appeared out of nowhere." She didn't know how to phrase her question. "I mean, did you hear them yelling? Or where you coming here by coincidence?...or were you following me again?"
"No. they were part of a bigger group that attacked the camp. There weren't many of them; it didn't last long, although we ended up with one minor wounded. You weren't there and I remembered seeing you leave this way…I... got worried for my little brother…" the last word hang in the silence between them, until they reached the running water.
"Turn around."
"You're hurt. What if you faint and drown?"
"I can take care of myself. Turn around please." that tone of voice of hers was back again.
"All right, but you have to talk to me the entire time, so I know you're okay."
"uh hum…but I don't have anything to say."
"tell me what happened."
"Oww…I got hurt because of my own stupidity. I didn't want to kill them, so I aimed for the legs. I didn't…ahhh! It's cold. Arrg. @#$!$%. I didn't have enough arrows." He heard splashing, muttering, and cursing.
"What about the last guy?"
"What about him? He died. You killed him, remember? Beautiful shot I may add." There was something strange in her voice.
"Lan."
"What. What! What do you want me to say? That I was scared to death? That I ran like a coward? That…that I completely missed my last shot?!! Because I did!" There was a strangled sob, and no more splashing, except for the quiet one of the water against some rocks. Overhead, the leaves rustled, and farther away, a bird called.
"Lan? Say something. Or I'll turn around. Lan?"
"Do you have anything I could use as a bandage?" she whispered. He gave her his shirt.
"Do you need help?"
"No, thanks. But I have to get back to the lake. Since this shirt is ruined, I'll need the one I left there." A few minutes later, she swayed back into his vision. His attempt to give her a hand was met by a shake of the head and another "I'm fine." He shrugged.
"Sindarin?"
"Mmm?"
"Thank you." He grinned.
"You're welcome…little brother. But you can't possibly know how many questions I have now, starting with what's you're real name. because I can bet everything I own that your real one isn't Lan…"
"No, it's not…but it's safer if you don't know it."
Sigh. "I understand. But if you'll ever want to talk about it, I'll be very happy to listen." A nod.
"Sindarin?"
"What?"
"Please don't tell anyone? I have to finish this."
"Listen, I already told you I won't. I promises, and I always keep my promises."
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~A few comments to your comments =) ~
- little mermaid- thanks! And don't worry. I actually haven't even thought about mulan being the base of this story (although I liked the movie). I have the story all planed out (well, almost) and you're in for loads of surprises (I hope) =)
- trina ti- sorry about the length, but then, I can upload them sooner =) but if you still want longer ones, I could make you wait a little longer *grins*
- saphie- I hope you haven't banged you head too hard on anything .lol. sorry, but it's those evil cliffies that make people read on! And don't you think it adds suspense? *smiling innocently*
- falcon rider- did this chapter answer your question? =)
- flame angel- I hope that was a nice ooo, and not one of deception…
- ahrel- grins
- shallot- hope you didn't make a dent in the wall =) the cookies were yummy. Thanks!
- Darkstar- the female lead, euh? Lol.
And as always, keep those reviews coming! It makes my day! (especially now that the time of the evil finals has come around the bend!)
~Ola~
