Lady of the fairies
by Keruseyu
Keru-chan says: My readers are so supportive! I got about 10 telling me that I shouldn't care what other people think. Purple Eyes1 wrote that I should keep writing for those who really like my story. Arigatou, minna! Just for that, this chappie is going to tell us what happened to Neal! ^.^!
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Kira tried to calm herself as she rode through the bustling streets of Corus, following the ever-quiet Neal.
For some reason, when she saw the man, words like sarcastic, dramatic, and disrespectful were brought up in her mind. But the man who rode in front of her, staring blankly at the buildings, did not fit her memory's vague description. Somehow she knew him, but the personality was totally different. The Neal in fornt of her put up a good front, covering the hurt, sad look in his eyes. He was silent most of the time, and was a kind person.
Already she thought of him as an old friend, someone who understood her as only another can. But she had no doubt that if she told him the slightest of her secrets, he would think her mad.
Yet she longed to sit with someone- anyone- and pour out her over-full heart. It would lighten the load of sorrow and misery on her guilty soul.
A long, low ripple of thunder tore the girl from her troubled thoughts, letting all of Corus know that a storm was nearly upon them.
Something flapping towards her caught her eye, and she leaned out of the saddle to catch the oiled, water-proof cloak her companion had thrown her.
"Kira," Neal called back at her, turning towards her briefly. "It's most likely we're not going to make it to the palace in time to beat the storm. Put that on or you'll get soaked." With the end of his warning, he turned and trotted his horse towards the palace walls, which were barely visible in the dimness of coming fog.
Kira sighed, gazed about the now-deserted streets, and hoped feverently that rain fell lightly in Corus.
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Neal sighed. 'It was on a day like this that she died,' a sad voice murmured in his mind. 'Rainy, with fog and lightning.' Neal shook his head against the sheets of water coming down on him and wished she were still alive. It had killed him to loose Kel, his best friend. He had chosen to go on with his knight- hood training, reminding himself that she would have wanted him to.
So Neal had struggled through his training without her, fighting with Joren, helping Merric and Owen so they wouldn't get too depressed. No one ever noticed that he himself was sore of heart, or that he had hollows under his eyes from too little sleep. He had passed the final examinations, and had been chosen as a squire for the Lady Knight, Alanna the Lioness of Trebond and Olau, adopted daughter of Myled of Olau.
Alanna had been a good master, and had forced him out of his outer shell. He became more social, and had finally got over the death of Kel. Then, on the great Progress, he had met her. A quiet lady of the Yamani court, more open then other Yamanis, though she still hid her stronger feelings.
Her ebony hair, her small form, the way she had an accent when she spoke Common, all of these enthralled him- even her name, Yukimi no Daiomoru. And then, four years later, when he had turned twenty-three, they became engaged.
For the first time since Kel's death, he was happy. He was in love. And he could laugh again. But then Yuki, the light of his life, took sick. His own father, who was a Duke and the best healer in Tortall, could not help her. The sickness was slow- she became weaker every day. She couldn't laugh without coughing, couldn't smile without putting a split in her cracked, dry lips. She grew thin, and couldn't eat well. Neal sat with her day and night, tending her, holding her hand. His own healing powers could do nothing; his betrothed was dying, wasting away bit by bit.
The sickness had taunted him, letting her seem better one day and near death the next. For a few weeks she began to eat more, walk, but it was like the eye of the hurricane. Neal had found hope in his near-shattered heart. She was better for three whole months, and during that time they planned their marriage. They had the wedding.
Yuki died the day after.
Neal had withdrawn, refusing to see anyone after the burial. Pain overwhelmed him, leaving him broken and without hope. Each night of his life he relived her last few moments, him weeping in the room, alone with her, telling her that he loved her. She had smiled, eyes glazing over as she returned the words in a whisper. "Love you, Neal..." and then she had fallen limp in his arms, his tears falling on her ghost-pale, lifeless face.
Neal had wasted away after that, just like Jump, Kel's dog, had. He had lost the will to live- all that kept him alive was the fact that Yuki would have wanted him to go on without her.
He decided to try and put aside his grief and become more social for his friends- he couldn't let them down. He had switched his black clothes for gray, tried not to notice Princess Shinkokami, who was once Yuki's mistress. Just looking at Prince Roald's bride hurt him deeply. And though he still carried around Yuki's favorite fan- silver blades of grass on a black field with a moon in the backround - he wasn't as likely to have a mental break down.
But he still retired to the roof of the palace sometimes, just to get away from the lives going on in the huge building. And when he was alone, he still wept, longing for his deceased wife.
And now, as the fallen hood of his cloak fell back, he couldn't tell if it was rain or tears dotting his cheeks.
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What do you think? I like writing about sad things. It's wierd, I know. Well, anyway, please review and tell me what you think!
by Keruseyu
Keru-chan says: My readers are so supportive! I got about 10 telling me that I shouldn't care what other people think. Purple Eyes1 wrote that I should keep writing for those who really like my story. Arigatou, minna! Just for that, this chappie is going to tell us what happened to Neal! ^.^!
===
Kira tried to calm herself as she rode through the bustling streets of Corus, following the ever-quiet Neal.
For some reason, when she saw the man, words like sarcastic, dramatic, and disrespectful were brought up in her mind. But the man who rode in front of her, staring blankly at the buildings, did not fit her memory's vague description. Somehow she knew him, but the personality was totally different. The Neal in fornt of her put up a good front, covering the hurt, sad look in his eyes. He was silent most of the time, and was a kind person.
Already she thought of him as an old friend, someone who understood her as only another can. But she had no doubt that if she told him the slightest of her secrets, he would think her mad.
Yet she longed to sit with someone- anyone- and pour out her over-full heart. It would lighten the load of sorrow and misery on her guilty soul.
A long, low ripple of thunder tore the girl from her troubled thoughts, letting all of Corus know that a storm was nearly upon them.
Something flapping towards her caught her eye, and she leaned out of the saddle to catch the oiled, water-proof cloak her companion had thrown her.
"Kira," Neal called back at her, turning towards her briefly. "It's most likely we're not going to make it to the palace in time to beat the storm. Put that on or you'll get soaked." With the end of his warning, he turned and trotted his horse towards the palace walls, which were barely visible in the dimness of coming fog.
Kira sighed, gazed about the now-deserted streets, and hoped feverently that rain fell lightly in Corus.
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Neal sighed. 'It was on a day like this that she died,' a sad voice murmured in his mind. 'Rainy, with fog and lightning.' Neal shook his head against the sheets of water coming down on him and wished she were still alive. It had killed him to loose Kel, his best friend. He had chosen to go on with his knight- hood training, reminding himself that she would have wanted him to.
So Neal had struggled through his training without her, fighting with Joren, helping Merric and Owen so they wouldn't get too depressed. No one ever noticed that he himself was sore of heart, or that he had hollows under his eyes from too little sleep. He had passed the final examinations, and had been chosen as a squire for the Lady Knight, Alanna the Lioness of Trebond and Olau, adopted daughter of Myled of Olau.
Alanna had been a good master, and had forced him out of his outer shell. He became more social, and had finally got over the death of Kel. Then, on the great Progress, he had met her. A quiet lady of the Yamani court, more open then other Yamanis, though she still hid her stronger feelings.
Her ebony hair, her small form, the way she had an accent when she spoke Common, all of these enthralled him- even her name, Yukimi no Daiomoru. And then, four years later, when he had turned twenty-three, they became engaged.
For the first time since Kel's death, he was happy. He was in love. And he could laugh again. But then Yuki, the light of his life, took sick. His own father, who was a Duke and the best healer in Tortall, could not help her. The sickness was slow- she became weaker every day. She couldn't laugh without coughing, couldn't smile without putting a split in her cracked, dry lips. She grew thin, and couldn't eat well. Neal sat with her day and night, tending her, holding her hand. His own healing powers could do nothing; his betrothed was dying, wasting away bit by bit.
The sickness had taunted him, letting her seem better one day and near death the next. For a few weeks she began to eat more, walk, but it was like the eye of the hurricane. Neal had found hope in his near-shattered heart. She was better for three whole months, and during that time they planned their marriage. They had the wedding.
Yuki died the day after.
Neal had withdrawn, refusing to see anyone after the burial. Pain overwhelmed him, leaving him broken and without hope. Each night of his life he relived her last few moments, him weeping in the room, alone with her, telling her that he loved her. She had smiled, eyes glazing over as she returned the words in a whisper. "Love you, Neal..." and then she had fallen limp in his arms, his tears falling on her ghost-pale, lifeless face.
Neal had wasted away after that, just like Jump, Kel's dog, had. He had lost the will to live- all that kept him alive was the fact that Yuki would have wanted him to go on without her.
He decided to try and put aside his grief and become more social for his friends- he couldn't let them down. He had switched his black clothes for gray, tried not to notice Princess Shinkokami, who was once Yuki's mistress. Just looking at Prince Roald's bride hurt him deeply. And though he still carried around Yuki's favorite fan- silver blades of grass on a black field with a moon in the backround - he wasn't as likely to have a mental break down.
But he still retired to the roof of the palace sometimes, just to get away from the lives going on in the huge building. And when he was alone, he still wept, longing for his deceased wife.
And now, as the fallen hood of his cloak fell back, he couldn't tell if it was rain or tears dotting his cheeks.
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What do you think? I like writing about sad things. It's wierd, I know. Well, anyway, please review and tell me what you think!