Okay, first I want to thank all these wonderful people:
Wake-Robin- Glad you liked.
The Weaving Wheel- thanks!
Kassi of Stone Mountain- I know. Its just so much easier to not have him die. Besides, who would want to kill of someone as hot as him?
Nolee of Stone Mountain- Wow. Some of us are a little excited.
Gwen of Helmsgove- Thanks! Glad you like it! I will of course try to keep it up.
Mage Light- Thanx! I have no idea at the moment what will happen. I havent planned this one out. It just came to me. I know what you mean, though about these kind of stories not usually catching your attention. They usually don't catch mine either...
Oceanspike- glad to hear it's a cliff hanger! Im so proud of myself! I will try not to do this to you in the near future. NOT! cackles with glee sorry, it was just too much fun.
Pinky- I wrote more! Thanks, btw. Ah, you will see very soon how it is true...
Ossini- YAY! HES ALIVE!
Mystic Moon Empress- its another j/k fic. Glad you like my prologue. I updated, just not very soon...
Fantasizing-Lady-Knight- Glad you loved it! I'll keep writing, I promise!
Alianne of conte- glad you like. No, she isnt, but yeah, neal thinks she likes dom. She does.
Eat paper- yay! Cliffie! You will see.... being mysterious is fun it was so awful when he died! Ooh, I'll have to go check out your fic. It has JOREN! The 'hes alive' thing is for those of us who live in denial. Its so much easier that way.
PsychoLioness13- Glad you liked. Sorry about the speech thingie. It was like one oclock in the morning and I wasn't rally paying attention.
Dracorium-I wrote another cliff hanger! Im so happy! I'm evil! How awesome! Its been so long since someone told me that! Everyone has been calling me, dare I say it, sweet! The blue monkey?
Well, anyway, thanks everyone! You guys are sooooo awesome! Now, on to the story!
Chapter Two:
Surprises from the Living Dead
Kel rode Peachblossom down the quiet alley, heading for Lalasa's shop. She was glad to be away from her friends. She didn't want to deal with them when they were drunk. Luckily, Neal was slightly more sober than the rest. Besides, she trusted their mounts. They would bring their riders back safely.
She knocked lightly on the door, and when no answer came, she knocked again, harder.
Silently, she cursed herself. She was such an idiot! Of course Lalasa wouldn't be here this late! She would be at her house, sleeping.
The lady knight quickly scribbled a note for the other woman and pushed it under the door.
She had an eerie feeling that someone was watching her. She turned quickly around and her eyes carefully swept the street, looking for possible threats. No one was there. She turned to mount Peachblossom, careful to watch for movement.
There it was, in the shadows. Someone was watching her. She rode a little up the street. The person followed, still avoiding the light.
She turned the corner, towards where the person was. He hadn't anticipated the move and had no time to hide. Quickly, she grabbed a knife and placed it at the mans throat.
"Who are you and why are you following me?" She demanded in a hard voice. He turned around slowly, arms raised, silently telling her he meant her no harm. He was facing her, but she couldn't see him. They were standing in the shadows still.
He moved out under a street light, and she quickly followed, careful to keep her knife in place.
"You know who I am, Keladry." He told her. She dropped her knife from surprise. Quickly she brought out another one.
"You must be mistaken. I have no idea who you are." Her voice was cold and emotionless, masking the confusion she felt. It couldn't be him! She had managed to tell herself that she had been seeing things back at the pub. How was she supposed to pass this one off?
"Of course you do. Now, why don't you take that nice knife away from my throat and let me speak?" His voice had venom that didn't fit the calm, polite words.
Hesitantly, she took a step back, but kept the knife in her hand, ready for an attack.
He watched her, eyebrow quirked up. She glared at him. Finally, when it became evident that he wasn't going to speak, she asked again, "Who are you, and why are you following me?"
"Either you are more stupid than I thought, or you just don't want to admit to yourself that I'm here. Well, since you obviously don't know, I am Joren of Stone Mountain, messenger of the Gods."
She nearly fainted. This couldn't be happening to her! It wasn't possible!
"Maybe I got drunk." She mumbled. "When I wake up in the morning, none of this will have never happened. I'm just imagining things."
He watched her, amused by her rambling. "What is it with humans? They have to be able to explain everything."
"You were just the same way, so shut up, Stone Mountain." She bit out.
Her eyes opened wide in surprise. She had just talked to him like she would have when they were pages! Oh, great gods! What was wrong with her? He wasn't even real! He was a figure of her imagination, for Mithros' sake!
"Okay, you need to get back to the palace. Maybe Neal put something in your cider. He's done it before. He might have done it again. Mount Peachblossom and leave." She told herself.
Numbly, she mounted the big gelding and slowly started to make her way back to the palace. There was a blast of gold, and suddenly, Peachblossom wasn't moving. His hooves were stuck to the ground with a glowing gold glue-like substance.
She turned to look at him, shocked. He didn't have magic! And that spell would take a really powerful mage, she knew.
"What in the Realms of the Black God did you do, Stone Mountain? You don't even have magic!" And there she was, talking to him again. Acting like he was really alive.
He had a cocky grin on his face. "I told you, I'm a messenger for the Gods. They gave me magic to help aid me in my task."
"And that would be?"
He was still wearing that annoying grin. That grin that had always been on his face when they were younger. "To help you, of course."
She fainted.
Short chapter. Very short chapter. You'll survive. Well, I hope you enjoyed it anyway. Is that a cliffie? Not sure. Hope so! Well, review! NOW!