Part XXVII

Purposal?

Scuttling around sickbay, Lilli was kept busy, and she looked after her two patients whom she found on her way back to sickbay, unconscious on the beds they now slept in. The same day Cammi bravely stood up and fought against Altanion in the library.

Thinking of Cammi, she stopped by his bed and she remembered the discussion she had with Sir Plucki, and she cocked her head to one side and smiled down fondly at him…one day she would tell him how she felt, one day.

Sighing, she carried on her way to do her duty, her heart heavy, and she thought of the day when Cammi would finally be free of Altanion, and she could confess her love to him…yet she wondered with a sense of longing if that day would ever come.

Darkness greeted Cammi, and he felt like he was in some sort of void and he tried to open his eyes, but found that he couldn't, then he tried to raise his hand, only to find he couldn't move his arm, and he felt as if his body had died, and his mind was still alive.

Focusing on his surrounding's, he could hear the medics in the room quietly whispering, though only one gained his attention. Hearing her voice among the medics, seemed to soothe him, and he relaxed again, feeling the darkness claim him, he succumb to the power of sleep.

Interior Heavenly Realm

Frustrated and worried, Lalaith paced the chambers of her room, back and forth, and she awaited her brother's arrival.

"Keep that up and there'll be no floor left" commented Tiliquentin, and he materialised in front of her, his face grave with no traces of amusement, and he folded his arms, and peered down at his little sister, concerned.

"What troubles you?" he asked solemnly.

"Cammi" she simply replied frustrated.

A sigh stopped Lalaith's pacing and she looked back at her brother, who looked at her wearily.

"Lalaith" he said calmly. "We have already discussed this. Cammi will be fine, he has been trained by our lord, and we have taught him everything we know, what could possibly be wrong?" he asked wearily that they were having the same argument again.

"I'm not worried about his strength, brother. It's him personally I worry about" she replied, throwing her arms up in the air, clearly expressing showing how frustrated and worried she was.

Surprise etched on her brother's face, at his sister's frustration and how she was acting.

"Then what is wrong with Cammi?" he asked concerned.

"He is in self-doubt, and doesn't believe that he can defeat Altanion, therefore he thinks that he has failed us. Therefore his self-doubt only increases with each encounter he has with Altanion" she replied distraught.

"Then perhaps I could make a suggestion, to put you both at ease" said Tiliquentin, solemnly, yet calm.

Interior Gummadoon

Darkness greeted Cammi, again and he wondered how much time had passed since his encounter in the library. Frustrated with the darkness, he wanted to see if his family was alright, and he tried to move to sit up, only to find that his body was numb and he couldn't move. Mentally cussing himself for how weak he must look he tried to bend his fingers, but they wouldn't, and he tried again, more determined to do something, and very slowly he found that his body was starting to respond to his command, and his fingers little by little curled into his hand, forming a fist, his other hand gripping the sheet.

Relieved that he was able to move at last, he opened his eyes, but immediately shut them again, the light stinging his eyes, and he opened his eyes again, to the familiar sight he could only guess to be sickbay. Grimacing at the thought of being in sickbay, yet again, he threw the sheets aside he climbed out of bed, and he stood, swaying from side to side for a moment, a bit but was soon able to gain his balance and he wondered where the medics were, not seeing any around.

Must be somewhere else he thought, and he wandered over to the window.

"I'd wondered when you would wake up, Cammi" said Lalaith solemnly, and materialised in front of Cammi, and took pleasure in watching him jump, then scowl at her.

"Lalaith" he said, defeated "I can't do it".

"Do what?" she asked solemnly.

"I can't do it, Lalaith. What you have asked me to do, I can't do it, I don't have the strength nor the power" he said miserably.

"No, Cammi" she soothed "You do have the strength"

"Why me?" he asked.

"Because you are the only one with the strength and power to fight him" she replied.

"Why, not Godrin, or yourself?" he asked curiously.

"For several reasons Cammi, but I shall not names them all, only that technically we angels should not be here, that is why we have made an exception, but even then we can only give advice, we can't participate." She replied solemnly.

He nodded understanding, when Lalaith spoke again.

"You must understand, Cammi, that if you don't fight Altanion, then you will all fall into darkness, and forever be in slavery of him…Cammi, is that what you truly want for you and your people." She said, though she already knew his answer.

He shook his head sideway, not believing, and he stared into her eyes. "No, but I still can't fight him"

"Why?" asked Lalaith curious.

"Because…because I failed you" he said, shame apparent in his eyes. "I failed you all that day in the library".

"How so?" she asked.

"I couldn't stand up to him, Lalaith, he was too strong, and I failed you. I couldn't defeat him." He whispered.

"No, Cammi you haven't failed" she said smiling.

"Why, Lalaith, why do you say that?" he asked, his chin dropping onto his chest.

"Because" she said reaching out her index finger, and lifting his chin from his chest, so he could look her in the eye. "It's true"

Thinking of a good way to approach this, Lalaith said.

"Cammi, are these gummies alive" he nodded not sure where she was leading this.

"And have Altanion defeated you, yet" she questioned.

He shook his head sideways and she smiled "Then you haven't failed"

"Now that we have discussed that, I do have a suggestion which may help you" she said, and she let her hand fall and noticed that she now had Cammi's full attention.

"What is it?" asked Cammi curiously.

"I have the power to bind myself to you, Cammi, becoming one with you in both mind and soul, so that I may be able to give you my energy, thus making you more powerful, and more Altanion's match." She said.

"But would you for whatever reason be able, to separate yourself from me?" asked Cammi timidly and somewhat uneasy.

"Yes, Cammi" replied Lalaith.

"Then I'll do it" he replied sternly.

A few hours later

After several of hours of talking with Lalaith, Cammi was able to sneak out of sickbay and to his room unseen, and he changed into a new set of clothes, and his hand clasped tightly around the ancient book he still had shrunk in his pocket. If his mother ever found out that he'd had this book, she'd kill him, and he dismissed the thought not wishing to think about his mother's temper, but rather the training he would soon indulge in again.

Sneaking out his room, and creeping around the castle in the shadows, he soon found himself in the familiar part of the castle and he stood in what he claimed to be 'the secret hiding place' in the training grounds. It was the perfect place to be he thought when he wanted to be train, think or just simply be alone, and he sat down against the wall, pulling out the book, and enlarging it to the book's proper size, and he began to study the contents.

Sat there reading, he was oblivious to the amount of time that had passed, or the citizens outside who seemed to be increasingly worried about something, and he sat on the cold floor, engrossed in the book he had, not budging when he heard someone cough, he looked up to see Lalaith, standing before him, amused.

Closing the book he had in his hands, he shrunk it again, and put it in his pocket when he turned to look at Lalaith, he noticed the idiotic smile she had on her face.

"What?" questioned Cammi, suspicious as to what Lalaith was up to.

"You do realise, Cammi that you have spent the last three hours studying, and in all that time, left your family out of their heads with worry to where you've disappeared off to" she said with mirth and watched as Cammi expression changed to that of fear and panic.

"One would think that Altanion had kidnapped you" she said, and Cammi snorted, causing her to smile.

Everything went silent for a moment, when Lalaith whispered "Our Council wish to speak with you again soon, before the final battle begins"

Cammi nodded understand, he had known since he had left the heavenly realm, that they would meet again soon.

"And I wanted to give you something" she said smiling watching for any reactions from Cammi, and she brought forward the object from underneath her wings, and she held it out in front of her for Cammi to take.

"But I…it broke" whispered Cammi in awe, and he ever so softly touched the newly made silver blade.

She smiled at his actions and said "I knew how much you treasured this sword, Cammi, after all you did make it, so I took the liberality/liberty of repairing it for you."

"I…thank you" he whispered and he accepted the sword from Lalaith, and he wielded the sword again.

Lalaith left happy, that Cammi was content, and she evaporated leaving Cammi on his again, but not before leaving something that was requested by the Council in the room.

Wielding the sword again, Cammi hardly noticed that Lalaith had left, and he swung his sword round in an arc, happy and content, and he did a couple more swings, happy that he was one once again with his sword, when he came to strike, his froze and the blade stopped in mid-air, and Cammi stared wide eyed as his eyes feasted on the object before him, and he felt for sure that he was hallucinating, but then as suddenly as it had come, it had disappeared, and he blinked a couple time, trying to determine what it was that he was…it couldn't be the Sword of Justice that he just saw, was it?

End of Part XXVII

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