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Neal and Kel's adventure began with rain along the borders of a monsoon. They had to stop and rest often so that their horses could rest after plowing through the thick mud, which was worse than either of them had ever dealt with before.
There was a problem right at the Tusaine border, where they were greeted by a small patrol group. It's leader rode up to them on a giant stallion that was very shaggy. The man himself was gargantuan. He stood at about 6 foot(which was really tall at the time), and was built muscularly. He had the biggest sword that they had ever seen(A.N. Do you understand that he is big yet?). When he was about ten yards away, Neal leaned over to Kel and whispered, "He's a typical Scanran, plenty of brawn, but a pathetic amount of brain." He straightened when the man was in hearing distance.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" the giant-man asked in Scanran.
"We are going into Scanra, why else would we be crossing the border?" Neal asked sarcastically in the same language.
The Scanran grunted as he tried to understand the concept of what Neal was saying. Then, after quite awhile, comprehension dawned over the dumb man's face. "Oh. Well, if all you want to do is go to Scanra, then that's fine with me." He grunted again, then galloped off with his men.
"What did I tell you, Kel. Thick as this mud, I say. I really wasn't expecting him to fall for that, though. Goddess, how stupid do you have to be to let somebody just ride by because they said they wanted to go to the place that you were patrolling!" Neal said with a foolish grin on his face.
They rode on until darkness, and then they came to a halt. They set up a campfire, ate a meal of bread and soup, then set up bedrolls on the ground. They would much rather have a tent, but to act as commoners, they wouldn't have such luxuries. Kel watched Neal fall asleep immediately beside her, but took a long time to slep herself because she had a feeling that someone was watching them. Finally, she slept uneasily for a couple of hours. When she woke up, she found Neals arm around her waist and she was curled up next to him. She knew that she should get up, but it felt so right to be in his arms, she felt protected and comfortable. She rested her head on his shoulder, but then came to her senses.
She bolted up and went to poke up the fire. She was startled when Neal's sleepy voice rose. "I know that you were awake, Kel," he said softly. "You liked it, didn't you?"
Kel blushed. "I shouldn't Neal." She heard him getting out of the bedroll behind her. He was getting closer to her back.
Suddenly, she turned around to find herself in his arms. He looked into her eyes, then leaned down a short distance to kiss her. At first Kel struggled a little, but then she relaxed and felt the same good feeling as when he was laying next to her. She put her arms around his neck as the kiss deepened, he had his arms around her waist, their bodies pressed together. Her desire and Neal's were racing between their lips, she knew that she had been wrong to fight this for so long, she loved him, and he loved her. She couldn't bear to pull away from this, even though she was running out of air. But she had to when a call rang out behind her.
"I hate to stop this love-fest, but I have a job to do, and it involves you both."
Ooh. who is this mysterious person? What does he want with them? Will Kel and Neal live? How will they react to each other after the kiss? Will I ever shut up?
Please tell me if Kel and Neal should still be in love, or if things will turn sour for a while. Two more title options people, courtesy of Shards of Evensong. The tally will last for two more chapters now. Alright, now y'all can recast your votes! Combined titles could be "Just Friends fighting the Wrathful Gods" or "The Wrath of the Gods Creates Friends, Or More". You could also stick with present title or "The Wrath of the Gods". Even if you've already voted, please tell me again! Thanks for the titles, Shards of Evensong!
Neal and Kel's adventure began with rain along the borders of a monsoon. They had to stop and rest often so that their horses could rest after plowing through the thick mud, which was worse than either of them had ever dealt with before.
There was a problem right at the Tusaine border, where they were greeted by a small patrol group. It's leader rode up to them on a giant stallion that was very shaggy. The man himself was gargantuan. He stood at about 6 foot(which was really tall at the time), and was built muscularly. He had the biggest sword that they had ever seen(A.N. Do you understand that he is big yet?). When he was about ten yards away, Neal leaned over to Kel and whispered, "He's a typical Scanran, plenty of brawn, but a pathetic amount of brain." He straightened when the man was in hearing distance.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" the giant-man asked in Scanran.
"We are going into Scanra, why else would we be crossing the border?" Neal asked sarcastically in the same language.
The Scanran grunted as he tried to understand the concept of what Neal was saying. Then, after quite awhile, comprehension dawned over the dumb man's face. "Oh. Well, if all you want to do is go to Scanra, then that's fine with me." He grunted again, then galloped off with his men.
"What did I tell you, Kel. Thick as this mud, I say. I really wasn't expecting him to fall for that, though. Goddess, how stupid do you have to be to let somebody just ride by because they said they wanted to go to the place that you were patrolling!" Neal said with a foolish grin on his face.
They rode on until darkness, and then they came to a halt. They set up a campfire, ate a meal of bread and soup, then set up bedrolls on the ground. They would much rather have a tent, but to act as commoners, they wouldn't have such luxuries. Kel watched Neal fall asleep immediately beside her, but took a long time to slep herself because she had a feeling that someone was watching them. Finally, she slept uneasily for a couple of hours. When she woke up, she found Neals arm around her waist and she was curled up next to him. She knew that she should get up, but it felt so right to be in his arms, she felt protected and comfortable. She rested her head on his shoulder, but then came to her senses.
She bolted up and went to poke up the fire. She was startled when Neal's sleepy voice rose. "I know that you were awake, Kel," he said softly. "You liked it, didn't you?"
Kel blushed. "I shouldn't Neal." She heard him getting out of the bedroll behind her. He was getting closer to her back.
Suddenly, she turned around to find herself in his arms. He looked into her eyes, then leaned down a short distance to kiss her. At first Kel struggled a little, but then she relaxed and felt the same good feeling as when he was laying next to her. She put her arms around his neck as the kiss deepened, he had his arms around her waist, their bodies pressed together. Her desire and Neal's were racing between their lips, she knew that she had been wrong to fight this for so long, she loved him, and he loved her. She couldn't bear to pull away from this, even though she was running out of air. But she had to when a call rang out behind her.
"I hate to stop this love-fest, but I have a job to do, and it involves you both."
Ooh. who is this mysterious person? What does he want with them? Will Kel and Neal live? How will they react to each other after the kiss? Will I ever shut up?
Please tell me if Kel and Neal should still be in love, or if things will turn sour for a while. Two more title options people, courtesy of Shards of Evensong. The tally will last for two more chapters now. Alright, now y'all can recast your votes! Combined titles could be "Just Friends fighting the Wrathful Gods" or "The Wrath of the Gods Creates Friends, Or More". You could also stick with present title or "The Wrath of the Gods". Even if you've already voted, please tell me again! Thanks for the titles, Shards of Evensong!