Here's chapter 15! Sorry it took so long, my Internet wasn't working for a
while and then my computer had a stupid virus. So again I apologize for the
wait, but at least I had a chance to write this! I'm going to skip the
comments to my reviewers so yall can get to the chapter faster. Happy
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Ch. 15
It was dark out and Daine was having trouble falling to sleep. She tossed and turned several times before finally giving up on her hopeless attempts. With a groan, the young woman silently crawled out of her bedroll and began to walk quietly towards the crystal clear lake. She sighed as the wind blew past her, making her hair fly around aimlessly, a tangled mass of curls. Shivering, she pulled her soft, warm tunic closer around her small frame. There was so much to think about, so much to question. She shut her eyes quickly trying to block out the tumbling inquiries. Attempting to clear her head, she breathed in the fresh scent of pine and wood. It helped.
"Couldn't sleep?" a deep voice questioned behind her.
Startled, she quickly turned around, her shiny brown hair falling softly on her shoulders. She spotted the handsome man and relaxed slightly.
"Me neither." He responded, not waiting for an answer. "Look Daine," he started. "I...I'm sorry about the way I acted. I guess I'm just getting sick of walking in this mud day after day and my nerves are getting to me. I mean..."
"It's okay Numair. I understand." Daine whispered, interrupting him.
They both fell silent, standing next to each other staring at the sparkling water. The replica of the moon and stars were being reflected and raindrops were dripping off the leaves of the trees forming ripples on the lake.
"How much farther," Daine questioned breaking the silence.
Numair glanced sideways for a moment. "No more than three days."
"Thank Mithros." Daine murmured softly, partially to herself.
Things went silent again; both thinking about what would be awaiting them at the base. How were the conditions? Were things as bad as they suspected?
Numair cleared his throat after a few minutes of more silence. "I guess I'd better return to my bedroll...it isn't proper for us to be alone at this time of night."
Daine laughed curtly. "Since when did you care about being proper?"
"Since your love came to join us," he said in a terse voice.
Daine blushed a deep scarlet. "I guess your right. I'd hate for him to come out here and find the two of us together at this ghastly hour."
Nodding politely, Numair turned and left the blue-gray eyed lass alone. Standing there and simply watching him depart. She shook her head slightly and stared back at the peaceful water. 'How could I feel this way about that man, that mage!? It doesn't make sense! He and I, we are two completely different people. He wouldn't understand me at all. He never had to steal or beg to survive.' She stifled a yawn. 'He's probably been pampered all his life, sleeping on feathers while I slept on straw. He deserves better, a more refined court lady who hasn't experienced the things I have.' And with that last thought, she walked back to her bed and fell into a dreamless sleep.
***
He watched as the eyes changed from that full of life and fear to one of emptiness and void. The eyes once a radiant hue of blue were now a dull lifeless color, unblinking, uncaring.
His evil laughter bounced of the walls filling the room with chilling echoes.
They were true to their word for they did it. They did it right before his very eyes. His black pools glinted wickedly as he knew that the Gods were favoring him.
***
"What next?" Remulus asked his commanding officer. "What will they do next?" He sighed and sat before his friend and senior Raoul of Goldenlake. His back muscles tensed as he leaned forward. "They will win Raoul. They will win if we do not obtain something that will match up to the Schatten Wanderers."
Sir Goldenlake buried his head in his hands. "I know Remulus, I know."
"Many have been lost to them sir." The young man bowed his head as a single tear trailed down his cheek. "Many whom were great warriors."
Raoul glanced up at the young man before him. His auburn hair matted because of his silver, metal helmet, his tall, muscular built helped with carrying many artilleries, and his brilliant green eyes glinted with unshed tears. They say that your eyes tell a story of the soul. His were full of pain and sorrow.
"I will avenge his death Raoul. I will avenge him."
"I know you will Remulus. You are a Vandamere. You will not rest until your goal is met."
Remulus of Vandamere nodded slowly, his eyes hardened. "I will die if that's what it costs..."
*** A/N: Dun, dun, dun!!!! :) Remulus of Vandamere, wow! New character! Woohoo! (he belongs to me and not TP, just in case you were wondering.) Anywho, I would be forever grateful if you press the Review button and tell me what you thought about this chapter! If you do, you have a 78,594,738,574,602,784 chance of winning the grand prize! Lol, jk! Anywho, thanks for reading! Till next time,
*~*SportzGurl*~*
Ch. 15
It was dark out and Daine was having trouble falling to sleep. She tossed and turned several times before finally giving up on her hopeless attempts. With a groan, the young woman silently crawled out of her bedroll and began to walk quietly towards the crystal clear lake. She sighed as the wind blew past her, making her hair fly around aimlessly, a tangled mass of curls. Shivering, she pulled her soft, warm tunic closer around her small frame. There was so much to think about, so much to question. She shut her eyes quickly trying to block out the tumbling inquiries. Attempting to clear her head, she breathed in the fresh scent of pine and wood. It helped.
"Couldn't sleep?" a deep voice questioned behind her.
Startled, she quickly turned around, her shiny brown hair falling softly on her shoulders. She spotted the handsome man and relaxed slightly.
"Me neither." He responded, not waiting for an answer. "Look Daine," he started. "I...I'm sorry about the way I acted. I guess I'm just getting sick of walking in this mud day after day and my nerves are getting to me. I mean..."
"It's okay Numair. I understand." Daine whispered, interrupting him.
They both fell silent, standing next to each other staring at the sparkling water. The replica of the moon and stars were being reflected and raindrops were dripping off the leaves of the trees forming ripples on the lake.
"How much farther," Daine questioned breaking the silence.
Numair glanced sideways for a moment. "No more than three days."
"Thank Mithros." Daine murmured softly, partially to herself.
Things went silent again; both thinking about what would be awaiting them at the base. How were the conditions? Were things as bad as they suspected?
Numair cleared his throat after a few minutes of more silence. "I guess I'd better return to my bedroll...it isn't proper for us to be alone at this time of night."
Daine laughed curtly. "Since when did you care about being proper?"
"Since your love came to join us," he said in a terse voice.
Daine blushed a deep scarlet. "I guess your right. I'd hate for him to come out here and find the two of us together at this ghastly hour."
Nodding politely, Numair turned and left the blue-gray eyed lass alone. Standing there and simply watching him depart. She shook her head slightly and stared back at the peaceful water. 'How could I feel this way about that man, that mage!? It doesn't make sense! He and I, we are two completely different people. He wouldn't understand me at all. He never had to steal or beg to survive.' She stifled a yawn. 'He's probably been pampered all his life, sleeping on feathers while I slept on straw. He deserves better, a more refined court lady who hasn't experienced the things I have.' And with that last thought, she walked back to her bed and fell into a dreamless sleep.
***
He watched as the eyes changed from that full of life and fear to one of emptiness and void. The eyes once a radiant hue of blue were now a dull lifeless color, unblinking, uncaring.
His evil laughter bounced of the walls filling the room with chilling echoes.
They were true to their word for they did it. They did it right before his very eyes. His black pools glinted wickedly as he knew that the Gods were favoring him.
***
"What next?" Remulus asked his commanding officer. "What will they do next?" He sighed and sat before his friend and senior Raoul of Goldenlake. His back muscles tensed as he leaned forward. "They will win Raoul. They will win if we do not obtain something that will match up to the Schatten Wanderers."
Sir Goldenlake buried his head in his hands. "I know Remulus, I know."
"Many have been lost to them sir." The young man bowed his head as a single tear trailed down his cheek. "Many whom were great warriors."
Raoul glanced up at the young man before him. His auburn hair matted because of his silver, metal helmet, his tall, muscular built helped with carrying many artilleries, and his brilliant green eyes glinted with unshed tears. They say that your eyes tell a story of the soul. His were full of pain and sorrow.
"I will avenge his death Raoul. I will avenge him."
"I know you will Remulus. You are a Vandamere. You will not rest until your goal is met."
Remulus of Vandamere nodded slowly, his eyes hardened. "I will die if that's what it costs..."
*** A/N: Dun, dun, dun!!!! :) Remulus of Vandamere, wow! New character! Woohoo! (he belongs to me and not TP, just in case you were wondering.) Anywho, I would be forever grateful if you press the Review button and tell me what you thought about this chapter! If you do, you have a 78,594,738,574,602,784 chance of winning the grand prize! Lol, jk! Anywho, thanks for reading! Till next time,
*~*SportzGurl*~*
