A/N: Sorry for the long wait, everyone!!! I had a quick vacation on Labour weekend, then LOADS of homework, :::groan::: and then I made a very stupid move, letting my highly critical friend – not mentioning any names, Anna – read my story, who said that I should remove this chapter! The nerve! Ahem. Disclaimer: Don't own, never will, suing me is just a waste if time, so why bother?
Nehima lowered her arm slowly. There was something about the Wallmaker – Arrenil, he said his name was – that made her feel strange. There was something about him, be it his night-black hair or blue-gray eyes that raised oddly fond feelings inside her, feelings that she had never felt before. "I know what I will do," she announced, though there was no-one there, "I shall follow him, learn more about him."
As she walked towards the broken stone, she pondered once more on why she was attracted to him. He was powerful, that was for sure. Her knowledge of the Charter was incomplete, but she knew that most people would be seriously hurt – at the very least – by speaking the maser mark that Arrenil had used, and he had said it with ease.
But was that the only thing about him that attracted her?
Or was it something else?
Arrenil slowed his run to a walk as he neared the stone. There was something about the necromancer that piqued his curiosity. After a few minutes of thought, he realized what it was. The girl had the faintest scent of the Charter, a tiny hint of its power, almost lost in the crackling sense of Free Magic.
When he came to the broken stone, he was so engrossed in figuring out who the female necromancer was that he almost didn't feel the side effects of the stone. Almost, but not quite.
Arrenil stifled a gasp as he entered the area surrounding a stone, then gasped again, for there was the scent of Free Magic in the air. Arrenil stood still for a while, and then relaxed as he felt the raw power move away from him.
He straightened his shoulders once more, then with a muttered, "It was nothing, just my imagination," got to work repairing the broken stone.
Nehima stepped away from the trees surrounding the Charter stone. She had to find a way to get closer to Arrenil, and decided after much thought – in fact, she was almost at her house when she made this decision - that the answer would be found in Belisaere.
When she walked inside her room, she glanced briefly at the open window that she had escaped to earlier that day, and then started to pack the few things that she would need for the ride to the capital of the Kingdom.
A/N : Yes, another episode of me rambling on. PLEASE don't flame me, I try very hard to make these chapters long and interesting, and have failed at least one of these requirements. :::sobs uncontrollably::: Anyways, reviewie and I will finishie!!!