Lady of the Fairies
Chapter 11
by Keruseyu
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Keru-chan says: Wow! SO many good reviews! Yay! My new thing is less author's notes, more real writing! But I can't help talking to my reviewers! You're such sweet people... Well, you want to know why the chappie before lasy was really good? Here's my secret: I LOVE ANXIETY, SORROW, AND SAD EMOTION CRAP! I'm so sentimental sometimes. Books, movies, songs- all of these, if they are really sad, can make me cry. It's pretty mean, cause' I hardly ever cry with emotional sadness in real life. I only had one peson relatively close to me die so far, and then I cried- but barely. Here are some ultra-sad books: Where the Red Fern Grows, Bridge to Terabithia, Summer of my German Soldier, My Friend Flicka, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, The Long Road Home... There are lots more, but I can't remember them all. I try to check out 'A Walk to Remember' from my school's library, but it's always already checked out. I'll put it on hold next time. Oh- guess what! I've read EVERY SINGLE TAMORA PIERCE SERIES I CAN THINK OF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yayayay!
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Kira felt rather than saw the horse tense. The horse nuzzled her weakly, eyes shining with new light. Kira got up and brought the gelding the food bucket from the corner, still marveling at the new strength this horse had obtained- strength to live.
He ate, slowly, eying her as if she might dissapear. 'He looks at me... like I'm a ghost.' Kira thought, her eyes filling with tears. 'He's yours... He's yours...' A familiar voice chanted from the back of her mind. Memories came unbidden- her riding a pony, her training with a white-haired woman in her mid-thirties. Her opening a door, her taking off her boots in a small room with a mantle full of waving cats. Her falling to the ground, bleeding.
This last memory lasted longer than the rest. It replayed over and over- one last arrow hitting her, her thudding into hard-packed dirt. And then, towards the end, black filling her vision as someone picked her up... slowly, as if she might fall apart.
Finally, Neal's voice broke through her reverie. "Kira!? Are you okay?" A last image caught her vision before she snapped back to the present:
A different Neal- younger, whos bright green eyes sparkled with life and happiness. Brown hair that bounced energetically, swept back from a widow's peak, always in a disarray.
A Neal who had something to live for.
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Kira's eyes opened slowly, and she sat up rather too quickly.
A older man in his fifties looked up from feeling her pulse.
Neal was in a chair on the other side of the room, staring at nothing.
He looked at her, then away, as if he could not bear the sight of her even the slightest bit weak.
"You used too much power- and we couldn't get to you for about an hour. Daine had to go calm Peachblossom. He wouldn't let anyone within 3 yards of you."
Kira shook her head. "He was... happy that I came back," she hesitated. "At least, that's what he said."
He glanced up, eyes sharp. "Then you have wild magic?"
"Well lots of my- uh- people had this ability."
"Had?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Well, most of us were killed in a raid... So I don't really think the are any, other than me, in this world.:
'Damn straight!' She thought. Like she was going to tell total strangers what she was! Well, Neal was like a friend already, but she still couldn't completely trust him.
A bout of weakness sent her back to to the pillow. Neal, turning even whiter, left the room.
"Hey, doctor, what's wrong with him?" The mage tending her looked up. "He did not tell- oh, he never says anything anyway. He just can't stand sickrooms- or blood, for that matter."
"Why is that?" The man shook his head.
"He lost his best friend around 10 years ago."
"Yeah, he told me. Keladry."
The man nodded sorrowfully. "A wonderful person. She was intent on becoming a knight. She made it to her second year, and then..."
"Then?" A tear fell down his cheek. "She was killed in a bandit fight. It took Neal a total of 4 years to get over it. He wouldn't smile, didn't seem himself. After the first 2 years of that, he began to put on an act- just to keep his friends and family from fretting. He never really put it behind him- you see, she died saving him, so he always felt it was his own fault. But then he met Yukimi."
"Yukimi?" The name was familiar in a distant way.
"They were bethrothed. But she got sick. The was absoultely nothing any of our healers could do. She just... wasted away. But then, one day, she got better. Her and Neal got married- and the day after, she had a lapse of the sickness. She died, and Neal went with her."
But Kira was not listening. She was lost in another vision. "I hoped you'd all realized how stupid this is." A female voice remarled coolly. "My day is complete."
Another voice answered her, this one male.
The vision cleared. She was standing on a stair, watching three boys push around a smaller, plumper one. They turned and spread out, coming towards her slowly.
The other boy struggled to his feet.
"I'm sure you have classwork," She told him smoothly. "Get to it. These boys and I have a debait to continue."
One of the boys came at her right, swinging his fist at her head. She slid away, grabbed his arm, put her right foot forward, and threw him over her hip into the other boy.
The blond boy came at her head-on. She blocked his puch, but it was a feint and his other fist hit her eye.
She slammed a foot into his knee; he hissed and grabbed her hair. The boy who she had thrown her first attacker into tackled her from behind. She let him throw her into the boy tugging her hair.
They all went down, the blond letting go of her hair in an attempt to get out from under her and the other boy. She elbowed him in the gut and shoved her fingers into the other boy's closed eyes.
The third boy, forgotten, hauled her up by the front of her gown. The chubby boy threw himself on his back, pounding him wildly. He went down, the other boy still clinging to him. The blond boy's arm encircled her neck, cutting off her air. The only other unoccupied boy pummeled her viciously. She had almost started to black out when helping hands dragged her and the boys apart. The plump boy looked up at her, gray eyes shining. "Did you learn to fight like that here?" he inquired.
And she fell back into oblivion.
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Whaddaya think? REVIEW!!!!!! I'm sorry, but for the last moth I've been (DUNDUNDUH) grounded. Sorry! Well, I hoped you enjoyed this chappie!
Chapter 11
by Keruseyu
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Keru-chan says: Wow! SO many good reviews! Yay! My new thing is less author's notes, more real writing! But I can't help talking to my reviewers! You're such sweet people... Well, you want to know why the chappie before lasy was really good? Here's my secret: I LOVE ANXIETY, SORROW, AND SAD EMOTION CRAP! I'm so sentimental sometimes. Books, movies, songs- all of these, if they are really sad, can make me cry. It's pretty mean, cause' I hardly ever cry with emotional sadness in real life. I only had one peson relatively close to me die so far, and then I cried- but barely. Here are some ultra-sad books: Where the Red Fern Grows, Bridge to Terabithia, Summer of my German Soldier, My Friend Flicka, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, The Long Road Home... There are lots more, but I can't remember them all. I try to check out 'A Walk to Remember' from my school's library, but it's always already checked out. I'll put it on hold next time. Oh- guess what! I've read EVERY SINGLE TAMORA PIERCE SERIES I CAN THINK OF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yayayay!
===
Kira felt rather than saw the horse tense. The horse nuzzled her weakly, eyes shining with new light. Kira got up and brought the gelding the food bucket from the corner, still marveling at the new strength this horse had obtained- strength to live.
He ate, slowly, eying her as if she might dissapear. 'He looks at me... like I'm a ghost.' Kira thought, her eyes filling with tears. 'He's yours... He's yours...' A familiar voice chanted from the back of her mind. Memories came unbidden- her riding a pony, her training with a white-haired woman in her mid-thirties. Her opening a door, her taking off her boots in a small room with a mantle full of waving cats. Her falling to the ground, bleeding.
This last memory lasted longer than the rest. It replayed over and over- one last arrow hitting her, her thudding into hard-packed dirt. And then, towards the end, black filling her vision as someone picked her up... slowly, as if she might fall apart.
Finally, Neal's voice broke through her reverie. "Kira!? Are you okay?" A last image caught her vision before she snapped back to the present:
A different Neal- younger, whos bright green eyes sparkled with life and happiness. Brown hair that bounced energetically, swept back from a widow's peak, always in a disarray.
A Neal who had something to live for.
===
Kira's eyes opened slowly, and she sat up rather too quickly.
A older man in his fifties looked up from feeling her pulse.
Neal was in a chair on the other side of the room, staring at nothing.
He looked at her, then away, as if he could not bear the sight of her even the slightest bit weak.
"You used too much power- and we couldn't get to you for about an hour. Daine had to go calm Peachblossom. He wouldn't let anyone within 3 yards of you."
Kira shook her head. "He was... happy that I came back," she hesitated. "At least, that's what he said."
He glanced up, eyes sharp. "Then you have wild magic?"
"Well lots of my- uh- people had this ability."
"Had?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Well, most of us were killed in a raid... So I don't really think the are any, other than me, in this world.:
'Damn straight!' She thought. Like she was going to tell total strangers what she was! Well, Neal was like a friend already, but she still couldn't completely trust him.
A bout of weakness sent her back to to the pillow. Neal, turning even whiter, left the room.
"Hey, doctor, what's wrong with him?" The mage tending her looked up. "He did not tell- oh, he never says anything anyway. He just can't stand sickrooms- or blood, for that matter."
"Why is that?" The man shook his head.
"He lost his best friend around 10 years ago."
"Yeah, he told me. Keladry."
The man nodded sorrowfully. "A wonderful person. She was intent on becoming a knight. She made it to her second year, and then..."
"Then?" A tear fell down his cheek. "She was killed in a bandit fight. It took Neal a total of 4 years to get over it. He wouldn't smile, didn't seem himself. After the first 2 years of that, he began to put on an act- just to keep his friends and family from fretting. He never really put it behind him- you see, she died saving him, so he always felt it was his own fault. But then he met Yukimi."
"Yukimi?" The name was familiar in a distant way.
"They were bethrothed. But she got sick. The was absoultely nothing any of our healers could do. She just... wasted away. But then, one day, she got better. Her and Neal got married- and the day after, she had a lapse of the sickness. She died, and Neal went with her."
But Kira was not listening. She was lost in another vision. "I hoped you'd all realized how stupid this is." A female voice remarled coolly. "My day is complete."
Another voice answered her, this one male.
The vision cleared. She was standing on a stair, watching three boys push around a smaller, plumper one. They turned and spread out, coming towards her slowly.
The other boy struggled to his feet.
"I'm sure you have classwork," She told him smoothly. "Get to it. These boys and I have a debait to continue."
One of the boys came at her right, swinging his fist at her head. She slid away, grabbed his arm, put her right foot forward, and threw him over her hip into the other boy.
The blond boy came at her head-on. She blocked his puch, but it was a feint and his other fist hit her eye.
She slammed a foot into his knee; he hissed and grabbed her hair. The boy who she had thrown her first attacker into tackled her from behind. She let him throw her into the boy tugging her hair.
They all went down, the blond letting go of her hair in an attempt to get out from under her and the other boy. She elbowed him in the gut and shoved her fingers into the other boy's closed eyes.
The third boy, forgotten, hauled her up by the front of her gown. The chubby boy threw himself on his back, pounding him wildly. He went down, the other boy still clinging to him. The blond boy's arm encircled her neck, cutting off her air. The only other unoccupied boy pummeled her viciously. She had almost started to black out when helping hands dragged her and the boys apart. The plump boy looked up at her, gray eyes shining. "Did you learn to fight like that here?" he inquired.
And she fell back into oblivion.
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Whaddaya think? REVIEW!!!!!! I'm sorry, but for the last moth I've been (DUNDUNDUH) grounded. Sorry! Well, I hoped you enjoyed this chappie!