A/N:Hehe. That's all I have to say. Hehe. And PLEASE review. I am BEGGING you. I need REVIEWS!*mouth foams* One more thing. This chapter has FLUFF. Be warned. ^_^

Sparrow

A fanfiction by Ruff Collie

Chapter Six-Stormy Weather

[The wind blew forcefully against the feeble shack, making the small structure shudder on its foundation. The swirling presence howled mournfully, screaming its misery to the world. Trees bent and swayed. Huge drops of falling rain fell to the muddy forest floor, creating small puddles. Lighting crackled, lighting up the deep black sky. It snaked downwards, some bolts even coming close to hitting the tallest trees. Thunder boomed forcefully, making the animals hidden away from the storm shudder with great fear. Through all this, a cloaked figure ran towards the small shack.

A hand shot out from the cloak, grabbing the wet handle of the door. The figure pulled it open, and quickly slipped in. Puddles formed on the wooden floor as a soaked Owen of Jesslaw threw his cloak to the ground and squeezed the water out of his wet mop of curly brown hair. His gaze was very agitated, making the young squire seem years older. And much less cheerful. His eyes glanced around the room at the many different magical devices, and a crooked grin appeared on his face. After taking off his muddy boots, Owen walked steadily towards a strange metel object. It was made out of three thin rods of silver and a huge golden star. The silver rods were coiled up in the center of the star, one in the center, and two on either its right or left side.

The squire focused on the center coil with great concentration. Soon, the coiled rod started to glow a deep red. The color of Owen's gift. It floated up into the air, and suddenly straightened itself out. It then started to contort into many different shapes. A leaping frog. A bloodied arrow. A falling snowflake. And finally, a rearing warhorse. The boy seemed to understand everything, and his eyes widened quickly, then narrowed, showing his dismay. He put his tongue between his teeth in thought, then hissed out a few words to himself.

"Faleron and Keladry must be destroyed."]

Keladry sat up in bed, hazel eyes wide. She breathed heavily, sweat running down in thick beads from her forehead. Outside, the sounds of a storm could be heard clearly. The same storm in her dream. The pitter-patter of rain as it hit the sides of the palace and the courtyard was the same. The loud booming of thunder had not changed. The hissing of lightning was still there. She buried her head in the blanket, breathing in her scent.

"It was only a dream..." she whispered. "But why was it so real...?"

She clutched the slightly damp sheets tightly, thinking. Her breathing slowed, and she quietly got out of bed. The squire tip-toed across the floor, as to not wake Raoul. She pulled a cloak over her thin night clothes, and slipped out the door to her rooms. It was time to pay a visit to Faleron.

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Faleron was already awake. He had had the same dream, and was now pacing the floor of his own rooms. His sweaty hands were clasped behind his back as he thought about the meaning to the dream. He glanced out his window once at the raging storm outside, then focused on the ground again. Slowly, he lost sense of reality, and immersed himself in his thoughts. The only thing that brought him back was a quiet knock on the door.

He rushed over. There was only one person who it could be, and that person was Kel. Pulling open the door, he saw just her. A fearful gleam was present in her eyes, as she rushed in. Faleron closed the door behind her.

"F-Faleron..." she said breathlessly as he turned to face her. "I-I had a dream...of...Owen...shack...woods...storm...magic..."

"Kel...please breathe. And another thing." He paused before continuing. "I had the same dream too."

He bent down and lit a candle, before focusing his weary gaze on Keladry again. Dark marks under his tired eyes indicated lack of much needed sleep. Kel could only stare.

"You mean...?" Her eyes widened as the full force of it hit. "Oh, Goddess..."

She swayed slightly, and Faleron quickly grabbed hold of her shoulders. She stopped, and shook her head. The squire flashed a quick smile thanking the other-Faleron's heart beat faster at this-and breathed in and out slowly.

"So it's true..." she whispered, clenching her fists at her side.

She was aware that Faleron had not let go of her shoulders, and that he was very close to her. She pulled her gaze up from the ground, leveling it with the other squire's. A strange sparkle was prominent in Faleron's dark eyes. Slowly, he lowered his head, and pressed his lips to hers.

Kel's eyes widened at this action, but soon she was melting in his embrace. A burning passion filled her, and she wrapped her arms around him. His own arms held her at the waist tightly, and she soon had buried her hands in his dark, silky hair. After a few more seconds, they broke the kiss, but not the embrace. Kel's hazel eyes were wide, and both of the squires' breathing was heavy.

"Keladry..." Faleron whispered. His heart filled with love for her. He never wanted to let her go.

Kel returned the kiss with a fire of her own, closing her eyes while doing so. Faleron was caught by suprise, a small gasp of pleasure emerged from his lips. Finally, after quite a while,(and after the watch yelled,"Three o'clock and all's well!) they broke the kiss along with the embrace this time. Kel picked up her cloak(which had fallen to the floor) and pulled it on.

"I'd better go..." she said, noticing that the storm had stopped. Only a few drops of rain fell, in a quickly stopping drizzle. Faleron pulled Keladry into one last kiss, and then the lady squire opened the door. She threw one last smile at Faleron.

"Goodnight..." she said, and slipped out the door. Faleron stared after her.

"G'night, love..." he whispered quietly after she was gone.

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"And then I fell off my horse! It was jolly, although it hurt hurt!"

Owen beamed as Faleron slipped in the space next to Kel quietly.

"'Lo, Faleron! Isn't it a jolly day!?" he exclaimed, nearly falling off of his seat from bouncing with jollity(A/N: Yes, it's actually a word!!!).

Faleron looked at him, and cracked a weary smile towards him. Kel watched quietly, poking at her scrambled eggs with her fork. Faleron grasped Kel's hand in his own, and replied quietly to Owen's question.

"Yes it is, Jesslaw. If you haven't noticed, I am very tired. So will you please leave me alone?"

He said this politely, although with a firm edge to his deep voice. Kel chuckled slightly, and forked some eggs into her mouth. Faleron grinned at her, and let go of her hand. Not because he wanted to. He was starving, and had to eat.

Neal sat on the other side of Keladry, and put an arm around her shoulders in a friendly manner. Faleron felt a rush of possesion course through him. He grasped his toast tighter, making a few crumbs tumble down to the plate. Neal had immersed himself in a conversation with Kel.

"So..." he said, chuckling. "What did the King want yesterday, Mindelan?"

Kel glared at the third year squire, and elbowed him.

"Nothing!" she said crossly, focusing intently on her sausage. However, this question caused her mind to remember what had happened the day before...

~Flashback~

After calming down, Kel entered the throne room again, right behind Faleron. The other squire bowed to King Jon.

"We are done, majesty..." he said, straitening.

King Jonathan smiled at him briefly, then turned his attention back to King Sclon. The older King only ignored the other ruler, and grinned at the two squires.

"Aye, you are. That is all I needed to say today. Keladry, Faleron, you know what to do."

With that, he grinned at them again, and was suddenly in the air. He hovered above the ground for a few seconds, then flew out of the throne room quickly.

The Court stared after him.

~End Flashback~

Kel smiled briefly, remembering the whispers and stares it had caused her to recieve. Neal took this as a sign for him to back off, and he only shook his head.

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A/N: Welllll...how was it? I NEED REVIEWS! * mouth foams again*