*** Chapter 21. Thanks for the reviews. Oh yes I own Shealyn's family, but
I don't own Walker Texas Ranger Characters. They belong to CBS TV station.
Enjoy!
kurleyhawk2: Thank you for the review I appreciate it. I hope you like this chapter as well.
QTpie-pippinsgurl: Hey glad you liked. I was thinkin' the same thing when I typed that part. I hope you like this chapter.
Aislin: Hey it's ok to be picky about things you like. In all honesty I didn't want to create another character so I went through the list of existing characters and Éomer got it. I sorry. When she goes to fight she will regret it a little though she will refrain from using her 'gift' until a crucial time (wall=bomb, hint, hint). Oh I forgot to thank you for your blunt honesty. I like that. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Dara Maeko: Glad you liked. I hope you like this one as well. Oh and Prom was great. Thanks.
Erenriel the Elven Canuck: Thank you for the review. I'm glad you liked that. There will be an Aragorn/Shealyn talk, but honestly I've never been good at fluff. I hope you like this chapter. I agree blizzards are not fair.
x-silver-saffire-x: Thank you for the review. You know I just caught that and I blame this one on Aragorn considering he called Théoden My Lord back in chapter 18. Shealyn is only sayin' it because Aragorn did.
stellamucca: Thanks for the review. I'm glad you like. I hope you like this chapter as well.
Saera: I'm glad you liked the chapter. I hope you like this one. *** ************************************************************************
"Ah well I talk to them later." I reasoned opening the door to my room.
I had searched everywhere for Legolas and Gimli, but they were nowhere in sight. Dropping on the bed I sighed pulling of my boots as I leaned back against the head board. My eyelids became heavy though I tried to fight it. Unsuccessful I lay down falling asleep almost immediately.
***Nightmare***
The air was filled with grief and sadness as a large crowd stood around an open grave. An oak casket sat on a travois with a large bouquet of white and red roses lay on the lid. Most of the people in the large crowd were dressed in the police formal uniform with white gloves and a small mourning band was placed on their badges. Jonathon and Abby Mitchell stood next to a stone faced man with red hair and beard.
"... and may he rest in peace." The preacher ended looking up at the solemn crowd.
All the law enforcement officers present saluted the casket as several rounds blasted from rifles in salute to the fallen retired ranger who now lay in the casket.
The service now ended Jonathon approached the red haired man and solemnly shook his hand. "Walker I can't tell you how sorry I am that Ranger Parker passed on. I know he was like a father to you." He said softly.
"Thank you Jonathon, but if I'm right CD was like a father to you as well." Walker replied as a small sad smile appeared on his face.
Abby stepped up beside her husband and smiled. "You remember my wife, Abby don't you Walker? Abby this is my boss, Ranger Cordell Walker." Jonathon said wrapping an arm around Abby's waist.
"It is nice to see you again Abby although not the best occasion." Walker replied.
"I agree with you Ranger Walker. I am sorry for your loss." Abby said.
Walker nodded and turned to find his partner and wife standing there. "Ah Trivette, Alex this is Jonathon's wife, Abby..." He paused as Chance and Shealyn came to their mother's side. "And this is their son, Chance and daughter, Shealyn." Walker introduced.
"Mom I'll be waiting by the car." Chance told Abby as he began steering his little sister through the car.
~*~*~ A few minutes later at the car ~*~*~
"Sit still would ya?" Chance cried becoming frustrated with the squirming five year old Shealyn.
"I wanna go to the park Chance." Shealyn whined pulling fiercely on Chance's arm.
"In a little bit squirt." Chance replied gently pulling his arm from the girl's grasp.
"Chance, where did Uncle CD go?" Shealyn asked tugging her older brother's hand.
Chance's blue eyes watered a little as he looked down at the little girl's expectant face. Running his free hand through his red hair Chance knelt in front of his little sister.
"Shealyn honey..." He sighed heavily running his hand through his hair again. "... Uncle CD died... a little while ago." Chance told her gently.
Shealyn's face scrunched up in confusion. "Will he come back?" She asked innocently.
Closing his eyes Chance took a deep breath. "No squirt Uncle CD isn't comin' back." Chance answered slowly.
Shealyn's eyes widened as tears came to her eyes. "No..." She screamed pulling out of Chance's embrace and ran into the nearby forest.
Shealyn ran long and hard through the darkening forest. After three miles of running she slowed and stopped under a large birch tree panting. As her breathing slowed Shealyn heard a low growl coming from the dark around her.
"Who's there?" She called backing up against the tree.
Another low growl came as three large gray wolves appeared in the clearing. Shealyn whimpered as they came closer baring their gleaming white fangs. Shealyn inched her way along the tree trunk until she was on the other side before she took off. The lead wolf howled before taking up the chase of its prey.
"Stay away!" Shealyn screamed as she tripped over a tree root and fell to the ground.
The wolves immediately surrounded the fallen and inched their way closer. The alpha male came forward teeth bared. Growling it opened its jaws and lunged...
*** End of Nightmare ***
"Shealyn wake up." A voice urged while I was shaken awake.
Gasping I sat up looking around me wildly for the wolves that were so real to me.
"Shealyn you were dreaming." I turned my head to find Aragorn sitting on the bed, worry etched in his face.
"Aragorn..." I whimpered as he pulled me into an embrace.
"Shh little one it was just a dream." He murmured softly stroking my hair.
We sat there for several long minutes as I sobbed in his arms. After awhile my sobs subsided and turned to hiccups. Pulling back away from Aragorn I rubbed my tear stained eyes.
"Aragorn I... I need to tell you something." I began my voice shaky. "Remember back at Fangorn forest when I didn't want to talk about the dream I had..."
Aragorn nodded and I continued. "Since then I've been having dreams about my forgotten past."
Aragorn looked at me with understanding and patience in his eyes.
Bringing my hand up to my necklace once again I allowed my fingers to touch it lightly as the images of the dream came back. "My name is Shealyn Lee Mitchell daughter of Jonathon and Abby Mitchell." I stated glancing up at Aragorn before continuing. "I had an older brother called Chance."
I drew in a shaky breath as I remembered my first dream of my birth and my family's death. I felt Aragorn place a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "When... when I was five it appeared that many things happed during that year."
I glanced up at him for reassurance. In response he squeezed my shoulder lightly. "In the dream that I had a few moments ago I think I was at a funeral with my family. The man CD in which we were burying wasn't a family member but I called him Uncle CD..." I stated.
I closed my eyes tightly as tears threatened to fall. Aragorn didn't, but in reality he didn't have to. "The other dream I had before we got to Edoras was a repressed memory of a fatal night I think a couple of moths after CD passed away." I paused to collect myself and with a shaky sigh I said. "I was home with my mother and brother. Daddy wasn't home yet, but he arrived shortly after." Biting my lip to keep the tears at bay I looked to the ceiling for strength.
"Daddy saw the danger that was coming and Chance put me in a hall closet so that I would be safe. Three...three men barged into our home. They... they killed them Aragorn. My parents were unarmed and they killed them." The dam broke allowing the tears to flow freely down my cheeks.
Aragorn pulled me back into an embrace and just held me rocking back and forth murmuring comforting words in Elvish. I clung to the dark fabric of Aragorn's tunic I sobbed for the family I hardly knew.
"Aragorn what is wrong?" Legolas' voice asked from the doorway.
I lifted my head and quietly beckoned the elf and dwarf who stood in the threshold uncertainly. Gimli looked up at Legolas who shrugged and came to sit on the bed. Gimli followed and drug a chair over to sit in front of us/
Quietly I sat up and glanced at the two before looking at Aragorn for direction. Smiling Aragorn inclined his head to show that I needed to tell them.
"Legolas, Gimli I've been having dreams about my forgotten past." I paused to hold up the lightning bolt pendant. "I think it has to do with this." I said letting it drop from my fingers.
"The dreams..." Gimli started. "Should they not bring you happiness?" He questioned.
"No..." I replied shaking my head. "My name is Shealyn Lee Mitchell. My mother was named Abby; my father's name was Jonathon. I had an older brother named Chance." I sighed dropping my eyes to my hands where they lay in my lap. "When I was five they were murdered by three strange men."
"I am sorry young lass." Gimli whispered resting a hand on my knee.
"As am I." Legolas put in. Gently grasping my hand.
"Thank you." I replied barely above a whisper.
"Come dry your eyes Shealyn you must be hungry. The battle will begin soon.' Aragorn stated softly standing up from the bed pulling me up with him.
"Ok..." I smiled wiping the fresh tears from my eyes.
With that we walked out of the room in silence as we headed down the hall to the kitchen. Aragorn completely forgot about his lecture for now. ~I hope I did the right thing about telling them~ I thought as I followed them quietly the only sound came from our footsteps and my growling stomach.
*** Hey sorry for the short chapter a total of 4 ½ pages. I couldn't think of anything else. So I made this chapter mainly to tell her friends about her past. I added Walker Texas Ranger characters to the story because of Shealyn's dad's occupation as a ranger. For those of you that don't watch WTR. I used the episode where CD Parker died in which I couldn't find at the moment sorry. Anyways I hope you like this short chapter. The next will be much longer considering it will be about the battle hopefully. I hope ya Enjoyed! ***
kurleyhawk2: Thank you for the review I appreciate it. I hope you like this chapter as well.
QTpie-pippinsgurl: Hey glad you liked. I was thinkin' the same thing when I typed that part. I hope you like this chapter.
Aislin: Hey it's ok to be picky about things you like. In all honesty I didn't want to create another character so I went through the list of existing characters and Éomer got it. I sorry. When she goes to fight she will regret it a little though she will refrain from using her 'gift' until a crucial time (wall=bomb, hint, hint). Oh I forgot to thank you for your blunt honesty. I like that. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Dara Maeko: Glad you liked. I hope you like this one as well. Oh and Prom was great. Thanks.
Erenriel the Elven Canuck: Thank you for the review. I'm glad you liked that. There will be an Aragorn/Shealyn talk, but honestly I've never been good at fluff. I hope you like this chapter. I agree blizzards are not fair.
x-silver-saffire-x: Thank you for the review. You know I just caught that and I blame this one on Aragorn considering he called Théoden My Lord back in chapter 18. Shealyn is only sayin' it because Aragorn did.
stellamucca: Thanks for the review. I'm glad you like. I hope you like this chapter as well.
Saera: I'm glad you liked the chapter. I hope you like this one. *** ************************************************************************
"Ah well I talk to them later." I reasoned opening the door to my room.
I had searched everywhere for Legolas and Gimli, but they were nowhere in sight. Dropping on the bed I sighed pulling of my boots as I leaned back against the head board. My eyelids became heavy though I tried to fight it. Unsuccessful I lay down falling asleep almost immediately.
***Nightmare***
The air was filled with grief and sadness as a large crowd stood around an open grave. An oak casket sat on a travois with a large bouquet of white and red roses lay on the lid. Most of the people in the large crowd were dressed in the police formal uniform with white gloves and a small mourning band was placed on their badges. Jonathon and Abby Mitchell stood next to a stone faced man with red hair and beard.
"... and may he rest in peace." The preacher ended looking up at the solemn crowd.
All the law enforcement officers present saluted the casket as several rounds blasted from rifles in salute to the fallen retired ranger who now lay in the casket.
The service now ended Jonathon approached the red haired man and solemnly shook his hand. "Walker I can't tell you how sorry I am that Ranger Parker passed on. I know he was like a father to you." He said softly.
"Thank you Jonathon, but if I'm right CD was like a father to you as well." Walker replied as a small sad smile appeared on his face.
Abby stepped up beside her husband and smiled. "You remember my wife, Abby don't you Walker? Abby this is my boss, Ranger Cordell Walker." Jonathon said wrapping an arm around Abby's waist.
"It is nice to see you again Abby although not the best occasion." Walker replied.
"I agree with you Ranger Walker. I am sorry for your loss." Abby said.
Walker nodded and turned to find his partner and wife standing there. "Ah Trivette, Alex this is Jonathon's wife, Abby..." He paused as Chance and Shealyn came to their mother's side. "And this is their son, Chance and daughter, Shealyn." Walker introduced.
"Mom I'll be waiting by the car." Chance told Abby as he began steering his little sister through the car.
~*~*~ A few minutes later at the car ~*~*~
"Sit still would ya?" Chance cried becoming frustrated with the squirming five year old Shealyn.
"I wanna go to the park Chance." Shealyn whined pulling fiercely on Chance's arm.
"In a little bit squirt." Chance replied gently pulling his arm from the girl's grasp.
"Chance, where did Uncle CD go?" Shealyn asked tugging her older brother's hand.
Chance's blue eyes watered a little as he looked down at the little girl's expectant face. Running his free hand through his red hair Chance knelt in front of his little sister.
"Shealyn honey..." He sighed heavily running his hand through his hair again. "... Uncle CD died... a little while ago." Chance told her gently.
Shealyn's face scrunched up in confusion. "Will he come back?" She asked innocently.
Closing his eyes Chance took a deep breath. "No squirt Uncle CD isn't comin' back." Chance answered slowly.
Shealyn's eyes widened as tears came to her eyes. "No..." She screamed pulling out of Chance's embrace and ran into the nearby forest.
Shealyn ran long and hard through the darkening forest. After three miles of running she slowed and stopped under a large birch tree panting. As her breathing slowed Shealyn heard a low growl coming from the dark around her.
"Who's there?" She called backing up against the tree.
Another low growl came as three large gray wolves appeared in the clearing. Shealyn whimpered as they came closer baring their gleaming white fangs. Shealyn inched her way along the tree trunk until she was on the other side before she took off. The lead wolf howled before taking up the chase of its prey.
"Stay away!" Shealyn screamed as she tripped over a tree root and fell to the ground.
The wolves immediately surrounded the fallen and inched their way closer. The alpha male came forward teeth bared. Growling it opened its jaws and lunged...
*** End of Nightmare ***
"Shealyn wake up." A voice urged while I was shaken awake.
Gasping I sat up looking around me wildly for the wolves that were so real to me.
"Shealyn you were dreaming." I turned my head to find Aragorn sitting on the bed, worry etched in his face.
"Aragorn..." I whimpered as he pulled me into an embrace.
"Shh little one it was just a dream." He murmured softly stroking my hair.
We sat there for several long minutes as I sobbed in his arms. After awhile my sobs subsided and turned to hiccups. Pulling back away from Aragorn I rubbed my tear stained eyes.
"Aragorn I... I need to tell you something." I began my voice shaky. "Remember back at Fangorn forest when I didn't want to talk about the dream I had..."
Aragorn nodded and I continued. "Since then I've been having dreams about my forgotten past."
Aragorn looked at me with understanding and patience in his eyes.
Bringing my hand up to my necklace once again I allowed my fingers to touch it lightly as the images of the dream came back. "My name is Shealyn Lee Mitchell daughter of Jonathon and Abby Mitchell." I stated glancing up at Aragorn before continuing. "I had an older brother called Chance."
I drew in a shaky breath as I remembered my first dream of my birth and my family's death. I felt Aragorn place a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "When... when I was five it appeared that many things happed during that year."
I glanced up at him for reassurance. In response he squeezed my shoulder lightly. "In the dream that I had a few moments ago I think I was at a funeral with my family. The man CD in which we were burying wasn't a family member but I called him Uncle CD..." I stated.
I closed my eyes tightly as tears threatened to fall. Aragorn didn't, but in reality he didn't have to. "The other dream I had before we got to Edoras was a repressed memory of a fatal night I think a couple of moths after CD passed away." I paused to collect myself and with a shaky sigh I said. "I was home with my mother and brother. Daddy wasn't home yet, but he arrived shortly after." Biting my lip to keep the tears at bay I looked to the ceiling for strength.
"Daddy saw the danger that was coming and Chance put me in a hall closet so that I would be safe. Three...three men barged into our home. They... they killed them Aragorn. My parents were unarmed and they killed them." The dam broke allowing the tears to flow freely down my cheeks.
Aragorn pulled me back into an embrace and just held me rocking back and forth murmuring comforting words in Elvish. I clung to the dark fabric of Aragorn's tunic I sobbed for the family I hardly knew.
"Aragorn what is wrong?" Legolas' voice asked from the doorway.
I lifted my head and quietly beckoned the elf and dwarf who stood in the threshold uncertainly. Gimli looked up at Legolas who shrugged and came to sit on the bed. Gimli followed and drug a chair over to sit in front of us/
Quietly I sat up and glanced at the two before looking at Aragorn for direction. Smiling Aragorn inclined his head to show that I needed to tell them.
"Legolas, Gimli I've been having dreams about my forgotten past." I paused to hold up the lightning bolt pendant. "I think it has to do with this." I said letting it drop from my fingers.
"The dreams..." Gimli started. "Should they not bring you happiness?" He questioned.
"No..." I replied shaking my head. "My name is Shealyn Lee Mitchell. My mother was named Abby; my father's name was Jonathon. I had an older brother named Chance." I sighed dropping my eyes to my hands where they lay in my lap. "When I was five they were murdered by three strange men."
"I am sorry young lass." Gimli whispered resting a hand on my knee.
"As am I." Legolas put in. Gently grasping my hand.
"Thank you." I replied barely above a whisper.
"Come dry your eyes Shealyn you must be hungry. The battle will begin soon.' Aragorn stated softly standing up from the bed pulling me up with him.
"Ok..." I smiled wiping the fresh tears from my eyes.
With that we walked out of the room in silence as we headed down the hall to the kitchen. Aragorn completely forgot about his lecture for now. ~I hope I did the right thing about telling them~ I thought as I followed them quietly the only sound came from our footsteps and my growling stomach.
*** Hey sorry for the short chapter a total of 4 ½ pages. I couldn't think of anything else. So I made this chapter mainly to tell her friends about her past. I added Walker Texas Ranger characters to the story because of Shealyn's dad's occupation as a ranger. For those of you that don't watch WTR. I used the episode where CD Parker died in which I couldn't find at the moment sorry. Anyways I hope you like this short chapter. The next will be much longer considering it will be about the battle hopefully. I hope ya Enjoyed! ***