A/N: Gasp! Its the long lost Kel/Dom Fanfic that everyone thought was over!
Hm... well... I was bored. When I re-looked at my first two chapters I was
embarassed at how short they were. No wonder no one reads this story.
*sniffle* Nobody loves me.
ekk! almost forgot the Disclaimer: Don't own it. Never have. Never will. The eye-color changing idea is Robin Mckinley's from the book Blue Sword. Feli's the only one I own. Heck, I don't even own her. I don't have a copyright on her or anything...
Chapter 5 (I think) Escape
Three weeks passed and still no news from Mistress Feli. Neal knew the letter in response to his plee for help should have come only a few days after he sent his letter. His magic allowed him to keep the poisons from spreading, but he didn't know how long he could delay it. If Kel didn't get help fast, her arm could rot, and then healing would be impossible, even by the legenday Feli.
***
Dom had already reveived the news of the letter to Mistress Feli, and of her failure to respond, even after several attempts to send for her. Dom knew what he had to do.
He packed silently in the dead of night, sending constant prayers to the gods that no one would catch him. He would have asked Wyldon for permission to leave, but he knew it would not have been granted. He closed the packs and saddlebags he was going to take, then took off silently toward the stables.
***
Lord Wyldon was outraged. Why didn't Dom tell him he was leaving? He could have at least left a note, or....something. Wyldon let out an inner sigh. He knew perfectly well that if Dom told him he planned to leave, he would have refused to let him go. If Dom left a note saying where he was, Wyldon would have had people cut him off before he reached his destination. Instead of being angry, he decided to put his mind to better use. Where could Dom possibly have gone? He scanned his mind for ideas, then stopped as it hit him. He was going to try to get help for Kel.
***
The ride was long and slow. Dom couldn't help but feel jittery. Every second that passed, every time he stopped to rest his horse, Kel's chance for survival lessened. His own mind betrayed him, showing him glimpses of what life without Kel would be like. The days passed slowly. Dom moved as if in a trance, moving slowly toward the country of Maren.
***
"Where am I?!?" Dom yelled to no one in particular. He thought taking this path was a shortcut. In fact, he was positive it was... at one point in time. The atmosphere around him felt... strange, almost... fake. He hurried his horse through the eerie forest, choosing not to stop and think about it. Something flashed in the corner of his eye. He dismounted. He would have sworn there was something there--something moving. There it was again! And a third time! This time he saw it clearly-- It was Kel. She was awake, tossing and turning with pain in the infirmary at New Hope.Why were the gods sending him this horrible vision? What were they trying to accomplish? (lol; the world may never know) Questions raced through Dom's mind, but he was unable to answer any of them. He sank to his knees as the vision overwhelmed him, and Kel's pain became his own.
***
Kel was awake, tossing and turning in her bed. Neal was by her side, a worried look on his face. She opened bleary eyes at him as sweat trickled down her forehead. She stopped thrashing for a moment to ask Neal with a cracked voice "Where is Dom?" The look on Neal's face disturbed her. "Where is he?" She demanded. Neal opened his mouth to lie, but found he couldn't. "Gone." He said finally. Kel tried, unsuccessfully, to sit up. "What?" she demanded, not sounding nearly as outraged as she intended, with a voice cracking from fever and disuse. "He left." Neal explained, if you could call it an explaination. "No note, no excuse." He continued. He hadn't wanted to trouble her, but couldn't keep it from her.
"Now sleep. You need the rest." When Kel began to protest, he put two cool fingers on her temples. Dark green light spilled out as Kel slowly shut her eyes. Neal heaved a deep sigh. Daring a glimpse at Kel's arm., he slowly rolled up her sleeve and unraveled the thick bandages. With shaking hands, he peeled away the last layer. He stifled a gasp as he saw the mottled and discolored flesh around the wound. His eyes overflowed and his mind raced. Her flesh was beginning to rot.
***
When Dom finally awoke, it was early morning. He expected to be greeeted by morning sounds, like chirping birds. All he heard instead was the same eerie silence not unlike the silence before his vision the other night. He mounted his horse again, and trotted him out of the forest as fast the thick trees would allow.
***
Feli raced around her spacious cabin, gathering bandages. Once she was sure she was missing nothing, she dashed outside and hopped on her horse, bareback, and galloped all the way to the hospital where she worked.
She arrived right on time. As she walked in, her patients could sense her presence, a soft, baby-blue feeling of relief in the back of their minds. Although they knew she had arrived, all of the patients turned their heads toward her anyway, just to make sure. They saw a woman in her late teens, her slightly curly dark brown hair tumbling just past her shoulders. Her eyes, framed by dark, long lashes, were an intense green at the moment. However, you could never tell what color eyes Feli had, because it always changed with her mood. The color slowly turned to grey as she felt all the pain and suffering in the room.
She quietly sat down beside her first patient, reaching her magic into him. She quickly discovered the illness racing through his bloodstream. She grabbed a small knife from the table beside the bed and carefully made a small incision in the patient's arm. The patient, already going through the pain of fever, didn't even notice. Feli closed her eyes as her baby-blue magic swept over the patient. She willed the disease to come out through the opening in the skin. It did, slowly at first. then picking up speed. She wiped off the blood and wrapped the arm in a bandage, sending her magic through the patient so he would sleep.
When she arose to care for the next patient, a small messenger-boy came running towards her. "Mistress Feli! Mistress Feli!" The youth exclaimed, trying to get her attention. When it was clear that he had it, he spoke again. "A letter-carrier has been attacked, just outside the city! They didn't kill him, but they stole all the letters he was deliverin'!" Feli looked puzzled for a moment, trying to figure out why someone would attack a mailman to steal his letters. When she noticed the boy staring at her, she nodded a dismissal. The hospital door opened as several men carried what appeared to be the letter-carrier on a stretcher. She rushed over to check his condition. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~
A/N: I tried. Oh well. Who stole the carriers letters? Did they known about Neal's letter, and were they trying to stop it from reaching Feli? Don't ask me, I don't know. I just needed a reason why Neal's letters didn't reach Feli. Maybe the mailman-attacker will come into the story later. Nobody knows. Nobody cares.
ekk! almost forgot the Disclaimer: Don't own it. Never have. Never will. The eye-color changing idea is Robin Mckinley's from the book Blue Sword. Feli's the only one I own. Heck, I don't even own her. I don't have a copyright on her or anything...
Chapter 5 (I think) Escape
Three weeks passed and still no news from Mistress Feli. Neal knew the letter in response to his plee for help should have come only a few days after he sent his letter. His magic allowed him to keep the poisons from spreading, but he didn't know how long he could delay it. If Kel didn't get help fast, her arm could rot, and then healing would be impossible, even by the legenday Feli.
***
Dom had already reveived the news of the letter to Mistress Feli, and of her failure to respond, even after several attempts to send for her. Dom knew what he had to do.
He packed silently in the dead of night, sending constant prayers to the gods that no one would catch him. He would have asked Wyldon for permission to leave, but he knew it would not have been granted. He closed the packs and saddlebags he was going to take, then took off silently toward the stables.
***
Lord Wyldon was outraged. Why didn't Dom tell him he was leaving? He could have at least left a note, or....something. Wyldon let out an inner sigh. He knew perfectly well that if Dom told him he planned to leave, he would have refused to let him go. If Dom left a note saying where he was, Wyldon would have had people cut him off before he reached his destination. Instead of being angry, he decided to put his mind to better use. Where could Dom possibly have gone? He scanned his mind for ideas, then stopped as it hit him. He was going to try to get help for Kel.
***
The ride was long and slow. Dom couldn't help but feel jittery. Every second that passed, every time he stopped to rest his horse, Kel's chance for survival lessened. His own mind betrayed him, showing him glimpses of what life without Kel would be like. The days passed slowly. Dom moved as if in a trance, moving slowly toward the country of Maren.
***
"Where am I?!?" Dom yelled to no one in particular. He thought taking this path was a shortcut. In fact, he was positive it was... at one point in time. The atmosphere around him felt... strange, almost... fake. He hurried his horse through the eerie forest, choosing not to stop and think about it. Something flashed in the corner of his eye. He dismounted. He would have sworn there was something there--something moving. There it was again! And a third time! This time he saw it clearly-- It was Kel. She was awake, tossing and turning with pain in the infirmary at New Hope.Why were the gods sending him this horrible vision? What were they trying to accomplish? (lol; the world may never know) Questions raced through Dom's mind, but he was unable to answer any of them. He sank to his knees as the vision overwhelmed him, and Kel's pain became his own.
***
Kel was awake, tossing and turning in her bed. Neal was by her side, a worried look on his face. She opened bleary eyes at him as sweat trickled down her forehead. She stopped thrashing for a moment to ask Neal with a cracked voice "Where is Dom?" The look on Neal's face disturbed her. "Where is he?" She demanded. Neal opened his mouth to lie, but found he couldn't. "Gone." He said finally. Kel tried, unsuccessfully, to sit up. "What?" she demanded, not sounding nearly as outraged as she intended, with a voice cracking from fever and disuse. "He left." Neal explained, if you could call it an explaination. "No note, no excuse." He continued. He hadn't wanted to trouble her, but couldn't keep it from her.
"Now sleep. You need the rest." When Kel began to protest, he put two cool fingers on her temples. Dark green light spilled out as Kel slowly shut her eyes. Neal heaved a deep sigh. Daring a glimpse at Kel's arm., he slowly rolled up her sleeve and unraveled the thick bandages. With shaking hands, he peeled away the last layer. He stifled a gasp as he saw the mottled and discolored flesh around the wound. His eyes overflowed and his mind raced. Her flesh was beginning to rot.
***
When Dom finally awoke, it was early morning. He expected to be greeeted by morning sounds, like chirping birds. All he heard instead was the same eerie silence not unlike the silence before his vision the other night. He mounted his horse again, and trotted him out of the forest as fast the thick trees would allow.
***
Feli raced around her spacious cabin, gathering bandages. Once she was sure she was missing nothing, she dashed outside and hopped on her horse, bareback, and galloped all the way to the hospital where she worked.
She arrived right on time. As she walked in, her patients could sense her presence, a soft, baby-blue feeling of relief in the back of their minds. Although they knew she had arrived, all of the patients turned their heads toward her anyway, just to make sure. They saw a woman in her late teens, her slightly curly dark brown hair tumbling just past her shoulders. Her eyes, framed by dark, long lashes, were an intense green at the moment. However, you could never tell what color eyes Feli had, because it always changed with her mood. The color slowly turned to grey as she felt all the pain and suffering in the room.
She quietly sat down beside her first patient, reaching her magic into him. She quickly discovered the illness racing through his bloodstream. She grabbed a small knife from the table beside the bed and carefully made a small incision in the patient's arm. The patient, already going through the pain of fever, didn't even notice. Feli closed her eyes as her baby-blue magic swept over the patient. She willed the disease to come out through the opening in the skin. It did, slowly at first. then picking up speed. She wiped off the blood and wrapped the arm in a bandage, sending her magic through the patient so he would sleep.
When she arose to care for the next patient, a small messenger-boy came running towards her. "Mistress Feli! Mistress Feli!" The youth exclaimed, trying to get her attention. When it was clear that he had it, he spoke again. "A letter-carrier has been attacked, just outside the city! They didn't kill him, but they stole all the letters he was deliverin'!" Feli looked puzzled for a moment, trying to figure out why someone would attack a mailman to steal his letters. When she noticed the boy staring at her, she nodded a dismissal. The hospital door opened as several men carried what appeared to be the letter-carrier on a stretcher. She rushed over to check his condition. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~
A/N: I tried. Oh well. Who stole the carriers letters? Did they known about Neal's letter, and were they trying to stop it from reaching Feli? Don't ask me, I don't know. I just needed a reason why Neal's letters didn't reach Feli. Maybe the mailman-attacker will come into the story later. Nobody knows. Nobody cares.