"Torn: Between doing what is right and what comes natural

Broken: The Shattered End of a Warriors Blade

Lost: A childs silent cry on a lonely night"

The voices whispered on and on in Zaire's head. "Just make it stop." He hissed curling into the fetal position under his blankets. The voices of Labarith and his minion echoed in his brain. He clamped his hands over his head trying to make the noises go away. All the while trying not to awaken his brothers sleeping form. He slowly opened his eyes peering at the foot of his bed, Labarith was by a miracle not there. Zaire slowly stood up, the voices still ringing through his mind, but he knew he'd have to ignore them and go on, not let anyone know about his troubles. Slowly he pulled his clothes on and made his way down to the breakfast table.

He sat there in the dining room beside his brother and facing the normal chaos of breakfast. All the while the voices still sang:

Torn: Between doing what is right and what comes natural

Broken: The Shattered end of a Warriors Blade

Lost: A child's silent cry on a lonely night

He let out a shaky breathe wishing just for once the voices would stop their taunting cry and leave him be.

"Zaire are you alright?" Danica reached across the table to grab her sons hand.

"Of course mother, I'm fine." Zaire attempted a smile, not quite sure how it came out.

"Well than darling why are you shivering, do you feel sick?"

Zaire shook his head violently "No just cold I'll be fine, I promise."

"Well alright dear, just take it easy today all right? I'll tell Erica to go easy on you dear."

Zaire just nodded not being able to think clearly over the voices and not trusting his own voice.

That day he moved through his routines not being able to concentrate on anything with the voices ringing through out his mind. Erica wasn't too happy about his lack of concentration, but didn't give him to much hastle because of Danica's words.

"Listen Zaire, I understand you're not feeling well today, your mother briefed me. But you have to be prepared to fight even when you don't feel your best. Your lack of concentration gives me the feeling that I'm wasting my time, and darling I don't have that much time to waste."

Zaire tried to hold back his feelings, the screams of wrath and rage that he wanted to yell out he tried to hold it in tried to keep it silent…

"You know what Erica? I'm tired, tired of this tired of you. For just one day I'd like to take it easy, just one meesly single day, but no, I'm not even allowed that. For just once can you let me off the hook, can you let me be 17. Because I am this close….this close Erica…"

Erica froze in fear at Zaire's sudden wrath. "Well that's enough for today, we'll meet again tomorrow why don't you get some rest."

Zaire through down his blade and stomped out of the arena.

"Torn: Between doing what is right and what comes natural

Broken: The shattered end of a warriors Blade

Lost: A child's silent cry on a lonely night

Zaire screamed in torment and weariness, he slammed his fist against the stone wall until warm blood seeped down his arm. "Please, please just stop. Make it stop." He sobbed holding onto the wall for support.

Vasili stood there hidden behind the corner of the wall he let out a breathe hearing his brothers cries of pain and sorrow. "Ohh Zaire, what's wrong with you" He whispered. He wasn't sure what to do or what to say to give his brother encouragement and strength. Not sure what demons were haunting him, or how to rid of them. He slowly walked out and put his arms around his brother. Zaire laid his head on his brothers shoulder and sobbed. "Shh, it's okay Zaire, it's okay. You're not alone I'm here for you and I always will be, that's a promise…"

AN:

Sorry it took so long for me to finish this for you guys. I've been busy with my own story, not fanfiction. If you want to check it out it's at and it's titled Shades of Kaine Revena by MotherOfKaine. Please check it out I'm sure you'll like it. Please post reviews, it makes me happy and makes me post faster. Sorry about the wait again, I love you all.

Eternal Love,

Gwynevier