A/N: I hope this fic is making a little more sense to you guys....for all of you who are so eager to find what happens, then just go to my bio find my favorite song and go download the video and you shall get a VERY good hint.......that's all I'll tell you though! R/R! ^_^
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Numair awoke to the sound of rain pouring down onto Corus. Wind was blowing a nearby tree branch against the window, so that must have been what woke him. His back was extremely sore and his legs cramped. He never slept well when Daine banished him to the couch. If it wasn't the extreme guilt that robbed him of his sleep, then it was the fact that the couch was much too short for his six feet five inches, making him curl up uncomfortably and attempt sleep.
Stretching, Numair opened his eyes, still glued shut from sleep. He hadn't slept nearly as long as he'd have liked, but there were more important things, just now, than sleeping. He had to make thing right with Daine. Perhaps, as he'd hoped, sleep had cooled her down enough so she'd speak to him now. Even if she wouldn't, she couldn't stop him from saying what he had to say. Then at least, she would hear him, even if she didn't say anything in response. If nothing else, that was what he wanted.
Sitting up, Numair groaned in discomfort as his back popped. He took in his surroundings, almost feeling the comfort of home. He could never fully feel at home here when things weren't right between himself and his lover. turned his head in the direction of his bed chamber and saw that its door was open just a crack, meaning she must have gotten up before he did. He swung his legs over the side of the couch and rose to his feet. He took a quick look around their rooms and found that she was no where to be found. He hadn't checked the bed chamber there, so that was surely where she was.
He strode over to the bed chamber and slowly opened the door up just a crack more, so he could poke his head inside. He had been right about her whereabouts, for here she lay, still asleep on their bed. He smiled to himself as he gazed upon her sleeping form. She lay sleeping on her own side of the bed in a white cotton night dress, a pillow clutched in her arms. He wished he were in her arms right now, instead of that dratted pillow. If Jon hadn't called him away, then perhaps he would be there right this very moment.
Numair saw that sleeping next to her, lay a blue mass with gold tinges. He recognized this form to be that of Kit, the dragonet Daine was the guardian of. The dragonet must have sensed his presence, for she opened her eyes and sat her head up to look at him. She let out a quiet trill in surprise. "Hello, Kit," Numair whisper, his voice extremely quiet so as not to disturb his love. She looked too peaceful to wake.
Sighing, Numair crossed the room and went over to their bed where she lay. He sat down on the edge, the side where he normally slept. Carefully, so as not to wake her just yet, he leaned back, letting the pillows break his fall rather than the bed. He eased himself under the covers and closer to his love. She did not stir at all, indicating she hadn't even noticed his presence. He almost regretted that she hadn't woken up. Then again, he knew if she had, she would have been upset with him and would have likely yelled at him.
Running his finger's gently through her hair to rouse her, Numair spoke softly, "Daine, sweet," he began, lips barely parting as he spoke for his tone was so gentle. "I'm more sorry than I could ever begin to tell you. Please forgive me."
As the words were emitted from his mouth, his love stirred, moving her body away from him. Suddenly, she seemed to jerk awake. Her head snapped up, and she let out a moan that was filled with such emotion that Numair couldn't place a finger on which emotion it was. Her eyes held a morbid, depressed look that could never be matched by anything of her Numair had ever see before. It shocked him at first glance. He knew that something was upsetting her terribly, and he knew that that something was him. His leaving had vexed her a lot more than he had thought and it made him feel like a monster for bringing this upon her.
"Daine, please-" his voice was pleading, but his voice was cut off by her own, much to his surprise.
"No!" her voice was frantic and filled with grief. He felt his heart sink when he heard her. He watched as she turned to look out the bed chamber window, her eyes filled with tears. It was as if she blamed the sun for rising and bringing the morning to greet her. She looked directly at him, her stormy blue eyes making contact with his. He could see that her face was tear stained now that the light reflected off of it properly. His lips curved into a frown, his guilt growing worse by the second.
Without warning, Daine bolted up into a sitting position, her facial emotion never fading. She threw the covers off of her and they landed on top of Numair. He pushed them off and got up to go after her. He followed her into the living room, where he watched her flop herself down in an arm chair in front of the blazing fire. It was winter time in Tortall, and very cold outside. Every room in the palace had a blazing fire for warmth.
He felt a light tug at his pant leg and saw that Kit had followed them into the living room. The dragonet's movements were frantic, as if she was trying to tell him something. She kept pointing back into the bed chamber, trilling loudly. Numair assumed this meant she wanted to go back to bed, but he still got the feeling that Kit was acting a bit odd, even for herself.
"Stop that, Kit," Daine scolded the dragon, her voice filled with the remorse Numair had seen in her eyes. The dragon raced over to Daine, trilling wildly. She kept tugging on Daine's night shirt, pointing frantically at Numair. Daine ignored the dragon, and continued staring out the window.
"Daine, we need to talk," he said, standing a fair distance from where she sat. She made no move to look at him; her words were enough.
"Why did you leave me," she said, looking out the living room window and across the rain soaked palace grounds. Numair fought for the right words. He had no excuse really, no matter how much he tried to come up with one.
"Daine, I didn't leave you for long," Numair's voice was pleading, his hands trembling at his sides. "Sweet, I'm here now, and that's what matters."
"I loved you, and you left me!" her voice had gone from grief stricken to that of anger and rage. She slammed her fist violently against the arm of the chair she sat in. A single tear fell down her cheek, one that Numair longed to wipe away.
Numair winced at hearing her hate filled words. She had said 'loved'.Did that mean her love for him was truly a thing of the past? All sorts of horrible thoughts were rushing through his mind right now. He'd spent two long years persuading her to marry him. Now, in just one short week, he may just have ruined their relationship. If that was the case then she would never marry him. The mere thought of that chilled him to the bone. He would not give up so easily.
"I'm here now, sweet, and I won't leave again when you don't want me to. I promise,"Numair's voice was choked, for he was near tears. His previous thoughts were frightening him to the point where he felt he might just burst.
"I can't take this anymore!" Daine screamed at the top of her lungs, tears pouring freely down her face. She sobbed, much harder than he had heard her sob last night. He watched as she bolted up out of the arm chair and across the room, back into their bed chamber. He raced after her, not far behind. His heart was pounding with the fear of losing her and never marrying her.
She did not bother slamming the door behind her, so he easily entered their bed chamber. Once inside, he found her digging in their closet. He just stood silently in the doorway, not sure exactly what to do. He could still hear her sobbing, and he longed to comfort her, but he wasn't sure of what to do. He was so confused, and hurt deeply. He just wished all of this would stop and everything would be normal.
His heart skipped a beat and his breath caught in his chest when he saw what she had been looking for in their closet. He watched in horror as she pulled her pack out of it and threw it onto their unmade bed. Without bothering to think, he closed the distance between them, his heart racing with the fear of losing her.
"Daine-" he choked out, his voice trembling. His tone pleaded with her, begging her not to go through with this. "Daine, no! Please don't do this!"
Daine ignored his frantic motions and his sudden closeness. Tears streamed down her face as she strode back to their closet and began gathering arm fulls of her shirts, breeches, and undergarments. Numair watched in silence, his heart racing as she went back to their closet for more. Her fists were clenched at her sides, her whole body trembling from grief and anguish.
"Daine, please stop! We can work this out!" Numair pleaded, not knowing what else to do. It seemed begging her to stay was the only thing he could do, and that seemed to be failing. Faintly, for he wasn't paying close attention, he could hear Kitten's frantic trills. He was unsure of whom the dragon was trilling at, himself or Daine, but it didn't matter to him just now. What he wanted was for Daine to stop and unclench her fists, and unpack her suit case. He'd had too much of this in the past twenty-four hours."How in Mithros' name did we wind up like this?"
***How the hell did we wind up like this?
Why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
And try and turn the tables
I wish you'd unclench your fists
And unpack your suitcase
Lately there's been too much of this
But don't think it's too late***
Numair watched as Daine dropped the clothing she held in her arms and threw herself onto their bed. She was crying harder than ever now, her sobs coming often. It broke Numair's heart into a fine powder to hear her go on like this. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, next to her. "There now, sweet, its all right. We can work this out together," His voice was soft and soothing, but it had no affect on her. If anything, she cried harder. Numair ran his hands nervously through his hair, wondering when her next sudden outburst would be, or if there would ever be another one. He knew one false move on his part, and she would be out of his life forever.
Just as Numair was about to reach for his love and pull her into the circle of his arms she rose from the bed again, leaving the bed chamber in a few short strides. She didn't run out in heated movement as she had before. This time she was gentle, her nerves calmed. She was feeling every bit as horrible as before, but just wasn't showing it.
Daine went back into the living room and again threw herself into the arm chair. She held her head in her hands, trying her best to wipe the tears that wouldn't stop flowing. In the whole of the ten years Numair had known her, he had never seen his Daine cry so much or so hard. He knew he had hurt he deeply and he wanted more than anything to make things right.
Kit went and jumped into her guardian's lap, rubbing her head against Daine's chest. Numair watched in silence as Kit chirped and whistled at Daine in what he assumed to be kind words in dragon chatter. Often, the dragonet would reach out her paws and point towards him. Perhaps Kit was on his side, which was odd. More often than not, when he and Daine were fighting, Kit would give him the cold shoulder, even bite him. She always took the side of her guardian. This time however, she seemed genuinely worried.
'I want things to be right again!' Numair thought to himself, frustrated that things weren't going even close to his way. It was hard to believe that one week could mess up ten years of work. If he had known this would be the result of carrying out Jon's orders, he would have gladly committed treason rather than bring this upon himself and his lover.
His mind drifted off into a day dream. He was standing in the same place he stood now, in his and Daine's rooms at the palace. The weather outside was much nicer, the sun shining through the remains of the clouds. Numair was sure he could hear bells ringing in the distance. A loud uproar of cheering could be heard outside. Numair wanted to go to the window to go see what the commotion was about, why everyone was cheering and bells were ringing, but he couldn't move in this day dream. His feet were planted firmly to the floor.
Numair blinked his eyes and felt time fast forward a few hours in the time of his day dream. This time it was night, the light of the moon shining into the room through the open window. Without warning, there was a scuffling of feet from outside, mixed with the sound of talking and laughing. There was a jiggling of the lock on the door to the room, and it was suddenly opened. Had Numair been able to move, he would have jumped back in shock at what he saw. He saw himself, dressed in a white silk shirt with black silk breeches, wearing his black mastery robe. He saw himself carrying Daine in his arms, both he and Daine had smiles on their faces, their eyes alight with joy.
It was now that Numair knew where his day dream had taken him. He was at his wedding day. That would explain the finery he was dressed in, and the white silk wedding dress Daine wore. Both newlyweds entered the room laughing, completely enjoying themselves. Numair felt jealous of himself, the version of him in this day dream. He watched in envy as the Numair in his vision carried Daine across the room and into the bed chamber, the whole while neither stopped laughing. He heard the door slam shut, as the day dream Numair kicked it shut with his foot. It was here that the day dream stopped.
Numair opened his eyes and reluctantly came back to reality. He looked over to the arm chair and saw that Daine still sat in it, looking intently out the window. She seemed to have calmed down and her anger ceased, but it had been replaced by something much worse. Now, she had only sadness and grief, more so than before, and to Numair, that was worse.
He remembered before he had left on Jon's orders. He had been counting down the days until their wedding, the wedding that might not ever happen now. If in fact it was still on, then in exactly one week from this very day, they would be wed. "Someday,"he voiced in barely more than a whisper, his words meant only for his ears."Someday, that dream will come true."
***Nothing's wrong, just as long
As you know that someday I will...
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right, but not right now
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right, but not right now
I know you're wondering when***
Stepping closer to his love, Numair went to get a closer look. Her sobs had quieted, her breathing more regular. He looked at her beautiful form and found that she had fallen asleep. Her tears had dried on her face. He reached out a hand and gently brushed away a stray curl that had fallen across her face. Numair knew that there was nothing more he could so right now. He should let her sleep. The previous night, he had heard her sobbing in her sleep into the late hours of the night, and thus knew that she could not have slept for more than a few hours. She needed and deserved her rest.
Just as he was about to walk away, perhaps to go to the library, he heard a soft trill coming from behind him. Kit, who was still awake was calling to him. He silently lifted a finger up to his face and held it before his lips. "Shhh," he said to the dragonet. "Stay with Daine until I get back." His voice was in little more than a whisper, but the dragonet understood, for she had excellent hearing.
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A/N: Okay everyone, next chapter is the last chapter! I won't post it though, until I get 30 reviews! I don't mind if you review more than once!(once logged in, once logged out) The chapter is already written,and the ending set, so I will update the very second I get 30 reviews! Just please review! ^_^
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Numair awoke to the sound of rain pouring down onto Corus. Wind was blowing a nearby tree branch against the window, so that must have been what woke him. His back was extremely sore and his legs cramped. He never slept well when Daine banished him to the couch. If it wasn't the extreme guilt that robbed him of his sleep, then it was the fact that the couch was much too short for his six feet five inches, making him curl up uncomfortably and attempt sleep.
Stretching, Numair opened his eyes, still glued shut from sleep. He hadn't slept nearly as long as he'd have liked, but there were more important things, just now, than sleeping. He had to make thing right with Daine. Perhaps, as he'd hoped, sleep had cooled her down enough so she'd speak to him now. Even if she wouldn't, she couldn't stop him from saying what he had to say. Then at least, she would hear him, even if she didn't say anything in response. If nothing else, that was what he wanted.
Sitting up, Numair groaned in discomfort as his back popped. He took in his surroundings, almost feeling the comfort of home. He could never fully feel at home here when things weren't right between himself and his lover. turned his head in the direction of his bed chamber and saw that its door was open just a crack, meaning she must have gotten up before he did. He swung his legs over the side of the couch and rose to his feet. He took a quick look around their rooms and found that she was no where to be found. He hadn't checked the bed chamber there, so that was surely where she was.
He strode over to the bed chamber and slowly opened the door up just a crack more, so he could poke his head inside. He had been right about her whereabouts, for here she lay, still asleep on their bed. He smiled to himself as he gazed upon her sleeping form. She lay sleeping on her own side of the bed in a white cotton night dress, a pillow clutched in her arms. He wished he were in her arms right now, instead of that dratted pillow. If Jon hadn't called him away, then perhaps he would be there right this very moment.
Numair saw that sleeping next to her, lay a blue mass with gold tinges. He recognized this form to be that of Kit, the dragonet Daine was the guardian of. The dragonet must have sensed his presence, for she opened her eyes and sat her head up to look at him. She let out a quiet trill in surprise. "Hello, Kit," Numair whisper, his voice extremely quiet so as not to disturb his love. She looked too peaceful to wake.
Sighing, Numair crossed the room and went over to their bed where she lay. He sat down on the edge, the side where he normally slept. Carefully, so as not to wake her just yet, he leaned back, letting the pillows break his fall rather than the bed. He eased himself under the covers and closer to his love. She did not stir at all, indicating she hadn't even noticed his presence. He almost regretted that she hadn't woken up. Then again, he knew if she had, she would have been upset with him and would have likely yelled at him.
Running his finger's gently through her hair to rouse her, Numair spoke softly, "Daine, sweet," he began, lips barely parting as he spoke for his tone was so gentle. "I'm more sorry than I could ever begin to tell you. Please forgive me."
As the words were emitted from his mouth, his love stirred, moving her body away from him. Suddenly, she seemed to jerk awake. Her head snapped up, and she let out a moan that was filled with such emotion that Numair couldn't place a finger on which emotion it was. Her eyes held a morbid, depressed look that could never be matched by anything of her Numair had ever see before. It shocked him at first glance. He knew that something was upsetting her terribly, and he knew that that something was him. His leaving had vexed her a lot more than he had thought and it made him feel like a monster for bringing this upon her.
"Daine, please-" his voice was pleading, but his voice was cut off by her own, much to his surprise.
"No!" her voice was frantic and filled with grief. He felt his heart sink when he heard her. He watched as she turned to look out the bed chamber window, her eyes filled with tears. It was as if she blamed the sun for rising and bringing the morning to greet her. She looked directly at him, her stormy blue eyes making contact with his. He could see that her face was tear stained now that the light reflected off of it properly. His lips curved into a frown, his guilt growing worse by the second.
Without warning, Daine bolted up into a sitting position, her facial emotion never fading. She threw the covers off of her and they landed on top of Numair. He pushed them off and got up to go after her. He followed her into the living room, where he watched her flop herself down in an arm chair in front of the blazing fire. It was winter time in Tortall, and very cold outside. Every room in the palace had a blazing fire for warmth.
He felt a light tug at his pant leg and saw that Kit had followed them into the living room. The dragonet's movements were frantic, as if she was trying to tell him something. She kept pointing back into the bed chamber, trilling loudly. Numair assumed this meant she wanted to go back to bed, but he still got the feeling that Kit was acting a bit odd, even for herself.
"Stop that, Kit," Daine scolded the dragon, her voice filled with the remorse Numair had seen in her eyes. The dragon raced over to Daine, trilling wildly. She kept tugging on Daine's night shirt, pointing frantically at Numair. Daine ignored the dragon, and continued staring out the window.
"Daine, we need to talk," he said, standing a fair distance from where she sat. She made no move to look at him; her words were enough.
"Why did you leave me," she said, looking out the living room window and across the rain soaked palace grounds. Numair fought for the right words. He had no excuse really, no matter how much he tried to come up with one.
"Daine, I didn't leave you for long," Numair's voice was pleading, his hands trembling at his sides. "Sweet, I'm here now, and that's what matters."
"I loved you, and you left me!" her voice had gone from grief stricken to that of anger and rage. She slammed her fist violently against the arm of the chair she sat in. A single tear fell down her cheek, one that Numair longed to wipe away.
Numair winced at hearing her hate filled words. She had said 'loved'.Did that mean her love for him was truly a thing of the past? All sorts of horrible thoughts were rushing through his mind right now. He'd spent two long years persuading her to marry him. Now, in just one short week, he may just have ruined their relationship. If that was the case then she would never marry him. The mere thought of that chilled him to the bone. He would not give up so easily.
"I'm here now, sweet, and I won't leave again when you don't want me to. I promise,"Numair's voice was choked, for he was near tears. His previous thoughts were frightening him to the point where he felt he might just burst.
"I can't take this anymore!" Daine screamed at the top of her lungs, tears pouring freely down her face. She sobbed, much harder than he had heard her sob last night. He watched as she bolted up out of the arm chair and across the room, back into their bed chamber. He raced after her, not far behind. His heart was pounding with the fear of losing her and never marrying her.
She did not bother slamming the door behind her, so he easily entered their bed chamber. Once inside, he found her digging in their closet. He just stood silently in the doorway, not sure exactly what to do. He could still hear her sobbing, and he longed to comfort her, but he wasn't sure of what to do. He was so confused, and hurt deeply. He just wished all of this would stop and everything would be normal.
His heart skipped a beat and his breath caught in his chest when he saw what she had been looking for in their closet. He watched in horror as she pulled her pack out of it and threw it onto their unmade bed. Without bothering to think, he closed the distance between them, his heart racing with the fear of losing her.
"Daine-" he choked out, his voice trembling. His tone pleaded with her, begging her not to go through with this. "Daine, no! Please don't do this!"
Daine ignored his frantic motions and his sudden closeness. Tears streamed down her face as she strode back to their closet and began gathering arm fulls of her shirts, breeches, and undergarments. Numair watched in silence, his heart racing as she went back to their closet for more. Her fists were clenched at her sides, her whole body trembling from grief and anguish.
"Daine, please stop! We can work this out!" Numair pleaded, not knowing what else to do. It seemed begging her to stay was the only thing he could do, and that seemed to be failing. Faintly, for he wasn't paying close attention, he could hear Kitten's frantic trills. He was unsure of whom the dragon was trilling at, himself or Daine, but it didn't matter to him just now. What he wanted was for Daine to stop and unclench her fists, and unpack her suit case. He'd had too much of this in the past twenty-four hours."How in Mithros' name did we wind up like this?"
***How the hell did we wind up like this?
Why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
And try and turn the tables
I wish you'd unclench your fists
And unpack your suitcase
Lately there's been too much of this
But don't think it's too late***
Numair watched as Daine dropped the clothing she held in her arms and threw herself onto their bed. She was crying harder than ever now, her sobs coming often. It broke Numair's heart into a fine powder to hear her go on like this. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, next to her. "There now, sweet, its all right. We can work this out together," His voice was soft and soothing, but it had no affect on her. If anything, she cried harder. Numair ran his hands nervously through his hair, wondering when her next sudden outburst would be, or if there would ever be another one. He knew one false move on his part, and she would be out of his life forever.
Just as Numair was about to reach for his love and pull her into the circle of his arms she rose from the bed again, leaving the bed chamber in a few short strides. She didn't run out in heated movement as she had before. This time she was gentle, her nerves calmed. She was feeling every bit as horrible as before, but just wasn't showing it.
Daine went back into the living room and again threw herself into the arm chair. She held her head in her hands, trying her best to wipe the tears that wouldn't stop flowing. In the whole of the ten years Numair had known her, he had never seen his Daine cry so much or so hard. He knew he had hurt he deeply and he wanted more than anything to make things right.
Kit went and jumped into her guardian's lap, rubbing her head against Daine's chest. Numair watched in silence as Kit chirped and whistled at Daine in what he assumed to be kind words in dragon chatter. Often, the dragonet would reach out her paws and point towards him. Perhaps Kit was on his side, which was odd. More often than not, when he and Daine were fighting, Kit would give him the cold shoulder, even bite him. She always took the side of her guardian. This time however, she seemed genuinely worried.
'I want things to be right again!' Numair thought to himself, frustrated that things weren't going even close to his way. It was hard to believe that one week could mess up ten years of work. If he had known this would be the result of carrying out Jon's orders, he would have gladly committed treason rather than bring this upon himself and his lover.
His mind drifted off into a day dream. He was standing in the same place he stood now, in his and Daine's rooms at the palace. The weather outside was much nicer, the sun shining through the remains of the clouds. Numair was sure he could hear bells ringing in the distance. A loud uproar of cheering could be heard outside. Numair wanted to go to the window to go see what the commotion was about, why everyone was cheering and bells were ringing, but he couldn't move in this day dream. His feet were planted firmly to the floor.
Numair blinked his eyes and felt time fast forward a few hours in the time of his day dream. This time it was night, the light of the moon shining into the room through the open window. Without warning, there was a scuffling of feet from outside, mixed with the sound of talking and laughing. There was a jiggling of the lock on the door to the room, and it was suddenly opened. Had Numair been able to move, he would have jumped back in shock at what he saw. He saw himself, dressed in a white silk shirt with black silk breeches, wearing his black mastery robe. He saw himself carrying Daine in his arms, both he and Daine had smiles on their faces, their eyes alight with joy.
It was now that Numair knew where his day dream had taken him. He was at his wedding day. That would explain the finery he was dressed in, and the white silk wedding dress Daine wore. Both newlyweds entered the room laughing, completely enjoying themselves. Numair felt jealous of himself, the version of him in this day dream. He watched in envy as the Numair in his vision carried Daine across the room and into the bed chamber, the whole while neither stopped laughing. He heard the door slam shut, as the day dream Numair kicked it shut with his foot. It was here that the day dream stopped.
Numair opened his eyes and reluctantly came back to reality. He looked over to the arm chair and saw that Daine still sat in it, looking intently out the window. She seemed to have calmed down and her anger ceased, but it had been replaced by something much worse. Now, she had only sadness and grief, more so than before, and to Numair, that was worse.
He remembered before he had left on Jon's orders. He had been counting down the days until their wedding, the wedding that might not ever happen now. If in fact it was still on, then in exactly one week from this very day, they would be wed. "Someday,"he voiced in barely more than a whisper, his words meant only for his ears."Someday, that dream will come true."
***Nothing's wrong, just as long
As you know that someday I will...
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right, but not right now
I know you're wondering when
You're the only one who knows that
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right, but not right now
I know you're wondering when***
Stepping closer to his love, Numair went to get a closer look. Her sobs had quieted, her breathing more regular. He looked at her beautiful form and found that she had fallen asleep. Her tears had dried on her face. He reached out a hand and gently brushed away a stray curl that had fallen across her face. Numair knew that there was nothing more he could so right now. He should let her sleep. The previous night, he had heard her sobbing in her sleep into the late hours of the night, and thus knew that she could not have slept for more than a few hours. She needed and deserved her rest.
Just as he was about to walk away, perhaps to go to the library, he heard a soft trill coming from behind him. Kit, who was still awake was calling to him. He silently lifted a finger up to his face and held it before his lips. "Shhh," he said to the dragonet. "Stay with Daine until I get back." His voice was in little more than a whisper, but the dragonet understood, for she had excellent hearing.
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A/N: Okay everyone, next chapter is the last chapter! I won't post it though, until I get 30 reviews! I don't mind if you review more than once!(once logged in, once logged out) The chapter is already written,and the ending set, so I will update the very second I get 30 reviews! Just please review! ^_^