A/N – I know I haven't written in forever, I've been really busy. Hopefully now that it's summer I'll have more time. Also I've had a little (actually, huge) case of writer's block with where to go in this story. So, here goes.
Ch.12
"You sent for me, Lord Wyldon?" Kel bowed low before the training master.
"I did. Please sit," he motioned to a chair in front of the desk in his makeshift office, the tent which also served as his room. "I am awaiting two more people."
Kel shifted anxiously in her seat, her face however, masking her desire to know why he had summoned her. Kel's breath caught in her throat as the tent flap opened to admit, of all people, Joren. He was followed directly by Cleon. Both were seated in the chairs Lord Wyldon waved them to.
"I have summoned you here to inform you of a scouting mission the three of you will undertake. Renegade bands of Scanrans have been reported by nearby settlements. We need to know their positions as well as arms and population. Under normal circumstances, actual scouts or knights would be assigned to this task, however, they are all engaged on more important tasks, therefore I was asked to pick the most capable of my wards. All three of you posess the skills, or so I believe, to do this quickly and with little incident." He stopped, looking each in the face, as if trying to judge by their reactions whether he had made the correct decision. "You leave tomorrow at dawn." He handed each of them a map, then began to study other papers on his desk. The three understood his dismissal.
Outside the tent, they stood in awkward silence. Cleon was the first to depart, muttering something about packing. Kel looked up to meet Joren's ice blue eyes, aware that he had something to say.
"Kel…About what I said…I mean… I'm sorry…"
"No, don't apologize. I think that was probably the first time you've been honest with me!" Kel gave a shaky smile. Joren blinked, hardly expecting a comment such as that. "Joren, I guess you were right somehow. I don't want to forgive you, and I don't want to think that you could've changed. But I will. Until you give me a reason to doubt you, I will believe that you are different. Truce?"
Kel put out her hand, expecting him to shake it. Instead, he pressed it to his lips, then, he whispered "Truce." Dropping her hand, he now gently touched his lips to her cheek. "Until tomorrow," he said quietly, turning to his own tent.
A/N – So, that just popped out of nowhere, but should be interesting, huh? REVIEW!