Katula blinked a couple of times before her emerald eyes fluttered gently
open. She looked up at an elf leaning over and vaguely remembered a name.
Kelevandros? Didn't he have a brother called. VIJAYENDRA!!!!! She sat up
with a start, almost knocking over Kelevandros in the process. She quickly
scanned the camp and didn't even care that her assassin target was standing
less than ten feet away from her. She only had eyes for the silver-haired
body lying across the fire from her. It all came back in a rush. the
draconians, the dragon, and that voice that broke the dragonfear from her.
She had no doubt at all now that the voice had indeed been Vijayendra.
coming to save her. Katula made a quick half-crawl across the camp, hardly
noticing the campfire burning her leg as she crawled too close. She quickly
looked away from her love when she saw all the wounds across his body, but
forced herself to look again. His eyes were closed, his beautiful green
eyes that so perfectly matched her own. She gently picked up his torso and
began to weep into his chest. That was her only comfort, after her mother
had been killed, she had never had feeling for anyone except Vijayendra. no
one around the camp even tried to sooth her, they knew too well the pains
of death, and left her alone in her grief.
"Thank you for loving him." Katula was so wrapped up in her pain she hadn't even noticed Kelevandros walk over, a mistake she would have kicked herself for at any other time. "All it did was kill him." Katula's thought brought more tears, and she struggled to hold them back. "No, it didn't, you made him a happy man, even in his last few minutes, I know he found comfort with you. You know what he said to me before he died? He said, 'take care of Katula for me'." The similarity between this and what his mother said to Kelevandros brought a few tears to his eyes.
Katula gently brushed back Vijayendra's mercury bangs and traced a finger around the curve of his chin. She then stood up so abruptly Kelevandros nearly fell again. She turned a gaze full of icy rage upon Beow, her target that had started it all, her only failed mission. The gaze was so powerful, everyone staggered back a few steps, even the people standing behind her. "Beow." the single word seemed to hold the hafling in place and she began a slow walk over to where he was standing. "Beow, this is all... YOUR FAULT!!!" She was nearly upon him now, and lunged at him with her dagger. She then felt a rock-hard pain in her side, and then fell into what she realized was a rock, thus hurting her other side just as much. She lay there for a moment, catching her breath, and staring icy spears into the eyes of the woman elf across from her, as Laurei placed her boot in the dust after landing a powerful kick.
Katula spat into the dirt, "You had no right to interfere! It IS his fault! If he hadn't started his doomed-to-fail rebellion in the first place, then I wouldn't have had to kill him, I wouldn't have gotten thrown in prison, and I wouldn't even had met." Her voice trailed off when she realized that her life without Vijayendra had been Hell, that he had been a beacon of light in her life, and that she would have rather died than had even lived without him. "DAMNIT!!!" This sent a new wave of emotion over her, and she wept into the dirt.
***
Kelevandros watched as Katula's chest rose and fell,silently dozing. She cried herself to sleep almost five hours ago. The group decided to set up camp here for tonight, nowhere else to go. Laurei went back to her villiage to see what helping hand she could lend. The rest of the group sat around the fire. Gnimish and Beow bickering over some left over morsels, Fiora asleep on Illarion's shoulder, his arm wrapped delicatly around her, and Katula sleeping near him. The spider was off hunting somewhere.
Kelevandros thought of his future. His past was Vijayendra, but what was he to do now? He could join Beow's rebel group or he could...That's it!
Kelevandros stood up and grabbed his pack. Everyone stopped to look at him. "Where are you going?" Illarion asked, a puzzled expression forming on his face. Kelevandros gazed over the darken night sky. He sighed, then looked at Illarion, his eyes as warm as the fire. "To settle the score."
With that he faced North and walked out of the camp. "Wait," Illarion slowly stood up, Fiora's head sliding to the ground and landing softly on Illarion's blanket.
"Why are you going that way?" Illarion wondered. Kelevandros stopped. "The dragon came from that direction. I assume Beryl's Lair is that way." "You're not serious?"
Kelevandros looked over his shoulder and smiled. "Goodbye my friend, You've been a great help." Illarion was speechless. When Kelevandros turned to leave, he came eye to eye with Katula.
"You are not leaving without me." Her voice was firm, her decision already made. Kelevandros looked at her hard, but she didn't flinch. He sighed once more. "Alright, pack your things, we leave now." Katula held up her bag. "Already done." Kelevandros scratched his head. "I'm suprised."
***
Beow yawned and stretched. Boy, was that a rough day or what? He noticed everyone was awake. "Good morning," he said. The others returned his greeting, but half-heartedly. The morning was gray, and the fire was burnt out. The somber mood seemed to be thick over everyone's heads.
After breakfast (Fiora cooked that morning, much to everyone's delight) Beow packed his things and pulled out a walking stick. "Come along Gnimish, the day is young and we have much land to cover." The chef was astonished. "You're leaving too?" "Much to your dissapointment, yes. You see, I was a busy hafling before I was frozen, so now I have much work to catch up on." Gnimish walked from behind a tree after fuffiling nature's call. "We received news of Balkoth's trade route. It was recently discovered by a spy of ours." he croaked.
"We're going to do some Robin Hood business." Beow added. "It would be to much to ask from you, plus it's easier with fewer people, so we didn't want to trouble you..."
Illarion put down his soup. " I'm still part of the gang, you know." He said huffely. Beow smiled. "Yes, and for that, here." The hafling pulled out a satchel and threw it to the elf. "That should be enough pay." "For what?" Fiora asked quickly, hoping Illarion didn't have debts.
The elf approached the woman and knelt down on his knees. "My darling Fiora, will thoult be my wife?" Fiora gasped. She regained herself and gave the elf a big kiss on the forhead. "Yes."
"And how long did you spend writing that lovly speech?" Gnimish laughed. "Since the day I met her," he replied. The couples eyes locked, and love surrounded the encampment.........
And so, the group known as Beow's Rebellion parted their own ways, Kelevandros and Katula to the wretched lair of Beryl to seek revenge,
Beow and Gnimish to continue their work against Balkoth by stealing some goods,
and Fiora and Illarion to the city, Klay for their marriage. Who knows what lays in store for them in the future? Only time will tell...
"Uh...guys?" Laurei examined the deserted camp.
"Thank you for loving him." Katula was so wrapped up in her pain she hadn't even noticed Kelevandros walk over, a mistake she would have kicked herself for at any other time. "All it did was kill him." Katula's thought brought more tears, and she struggled to hold them back. "No, it didn't, you made him a happy man, even in his last few minutes, I know he found comfort with you. You know what he said to me before he died? He said, 'take care of Katula for me'." The similarity between this and what his mother said to Kelevandros brought a few tears to his eyes.
Katula gently brushed back Vijayendra's mercury bangs and traced a finger around the curve of his chin. She then stood up so abruptly Kelevandros nearly fell again. She turned a gaze full of icy rage upon Beow, her target that had started it all, her only failed mission. The gaze was so powerful, everyone staggered back a few steps, even the people standing behind her. "Beow." the single word seemed to hold the hafling in place and she began a slow walk over to where he was standing. "Beow, this is all... YOUR FAULT!!!" She was nearly upon him now, and lunged at him with her dagger. She then felt a rock-hard pain in her side, and then fell into what she realized was a rock, thus hurting her other side just as much. She lay there for a moment, catching her breath, and staring icy spears into the eyes of the woman elf across from her, as Laurei placed her boot in the dust after landing a powerful kick.
Katula spat into the dirt, "You had no right to interfere! It IS his fault! If he hadn't started his doomed-to-fail rebellion in the first place, then I wouldn't have had to kill him, I wouldn't have gotten thrown in prison, and I wouldn't even had met." Her voice trailed off when she realized that her life without Vijayendra had been Hell, that he had been a beacon of light in her life, and that she would have rather died than had even lived without him. "DAMNIT!!!" This sent a new wave of emotion over her, and she wept into the dirt.
***
Kelevandros watched as Katula's chest rose and fell,silently dozing. She cried herself to sleep almost five hours ago. The group decided to set up camp here for tonight, nowhere else to go. Laurei went back to her villiage to see what helping hand she could lend. The rest of the group sat around the fire. Gnimish and Beow bickering over some left over morsels, Fiora asleep on Illarion's shoulder, his arm wrapped delicatly around her, and Katula sleeping near him. The spider was off hunting somewhere.
Kelevandros thought of his future. His past was Vijayendra, but what was he to do now? He could join Beow's rebel group or he could...That's it!
Kelevandros stood up and grabbed his pack. Everyone stopped to look at him. "Where are you going?" Illarion asked, a puzzled expression forming on his face. Kelevandros gazed over the darken night sky. He sighed, then looked at Illarion, his eyes as warm as the fire. "To settle the score."
With that he faced North and walked out of the camp. "Wait," Illarion slowly stood up, Fiora's head sliding to the ground and landing softly on Illarion's blanket.
"Why are you going that way?" Illarion wondered. Kelevandros stopped. "The dragon came from that direction. I assume Beryl's Lair is that way." "You're not serious?"
Kelevandros looked over his shoulder and smiled. "Goodbye my friend, You've been a great help." Illarion was speechless. When Kelevandros turned to leave, he came eye to eye with Katula.
"You are not leaving without me." Her voice was firm, her decision already made. Kelevandros looked at her hard, but she didn't flinch. He sighed once more. "Alright, pack your things, we leave now." Katula held up her bag. "Already done." Kelevandros scratched his head. "I'm suprised."
***
Beow yawned and stretched. Boy, was that a rough day or what? He noticed everyone was awake. "Good morning," he said. The others returned his greeting, but half-heartedly. The morning was gray, and the fire was burnt out. The somber mood seemed to be thick over everyone's heads.
After breakfast (Fiora cooked that morning, much to everyone's delight) Beow packed his things and pulled out a walking stick. "Come along Gnimish, the day is young and we have much land to cover." The chef was astonished. "You're leaving too?" "Much to your dissapointment, yes. You see, I was a busy hafling before I was frozen, so now I have much work to catch up on." Gnimish walked from behind a tree after fuffiling nature's call. "We received news of Balkoth's trade route. It was recently discovered by a spy of ours." he croaked.
"We're going to do some Robin Hood business." Beow added. "It would be to much to ask from you, plus it's easier with fewer people, so we didn't want to trouble you..."
Illarion put down his soup. " I'm still part of the gang, you know." He said huffely. Beow smiled. "Yes, and for that, here." The hafling pulled out a satchel and threw it to the elf. "That should be enough pay." "For what?" Fiora asked quickly, hoping Illarion didn't have debts.
The elf approached the woman and knelt down on his knees. "My darling Fiora, will thoult be my wife?" Fiora gasped. She regained herself and gave the elf a big kiss on the forhead. "Yes."
"And how long did you spend writing that lovly speech?" Gnimish laughed. "Since the day I met her," he replied. The couples eyes locked, and love surrounded the encampment.........
And so, the group known as Beow's Rebellion parted their own ways, Kelevandros and Katula to the wretched lair of Beryl to seek revenge,
Beow and Gnimish to continue their work against Balkoth by stealing some goods,
and Fiora and Illarion to the city, Klay for their marriage. Who knows what lays in store for them in the future? Only time will tell...
"Uh...guys?" Laurei examined the deserted camp.
