I'm so bored I'm fossilizing in my seat.

Beautiful

Chapter 8

Kent was not sure how long Lyn clung on to him, but he wished with his heart that the moment would never end. Surprisingly, he was the one who broke their tight embrace. For a few moments they just stared awkwardly at each other, unsure of what to do.

Lyn was the one to do something first. Slowly moving her hand toward her belt, she opened her supplies pouch and pulled out… and elixir.

Kent mentally slapped himself. Why didn't I give her some elixir right when she woke up? he shouted angrily in his mind. He watched as Lyn seemed to become livelier as she drank more and more of the magic substance. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, slowly getting to her feet.

Kent quickly rushed over to support her as she stumbled a little. Her legs were still weak from the burns that she had received earlier, but due to the effects of the elixir, she felt little pain. Just soreness.

Lyn managed another smile as she remarked, "I must look like a crazy hag right now; my hair's a mess and there's dirt everywhere on my face."

Kent chuckled. She looked absolutely beautiful in his eyes even in her disheveled state. "Uh… my horse burned its leg but I think he can still walk. I would like you to ride him; I'll walk."

Damnit! he cursed to himself, I can't even start a normal conversation.

He helped Lyn get onto his horse.

LYN had barely ever ridden horses. On the plains, she was considered to small to own even a pony. She had ridden a few times with her father to watch the sunrises and sunsets, but that was it. She clung on to the horses mane, terrified that she would fall off.

KENT watched as Lyn grabbed onto his horses mane for balance. "Milady, you aren't going to fall. You can sit up if you like."

LYN sat up straight and smiled. "Like this?" she said proudly.

Kent returned the smile. "Yep." He grabbed the reins and let the horse walk forward slowly. Since Lyn didn't wear any armor, the horse would be able to carry a lighter passenger on its back.

As Kent walked beside Lyn, he desperately wanted to start a conversation. Little did he know that she was planning on doing so.

LYN said abruptly, "How are you doing?"

KENT, a little taken back at the suddenness and the simplicity of the question, answered in a shaky tone, "Traveling is fine, Milady, Sain wakes me up at night sometimes with his punches, but other than that everything is as it should be."

Lyn giggled. "You mustn't be so formal Kent, I want you to talk to me like you're talking to an old friend! Loosen up, and don't call me Milady! Makes me feel old."

"As you wish, Milady." Kent covered his mouth as he became aware of his slip and saw as Lyn began laughing, a sweet melodious laughter that made Kent want to laugh too. Pretty soon, they were laughing and chatting like old friends.

A mage came into sight.

"I'll take care of this, Lyndis," he told her as he unsheathed his sword and charged toward him.

This was a feeling unfamiliar to him. He was always on his horse and therefore did not need to use his legs to run a lot. But because he was wearing armor as he charged toward this particular mage, he felt himself being slowed down by its weight.

He swung his sword in an upward arch, slicing through the mage's Elfire. Some sparks hit his face and he clenched his teeth as he charged on, ignoring the pain. His sword hit it's mark as the mage fell.

Walking back to Lyn, he commented, "Whew, I never knew running with armor would be so darn hard. It's pretty hot in here."

LYN grinned. "Then take it off!" she said with a gleam in her eye, "Take your shirt off too, this place is burning up!"

KENT could believe what he was hearing. His lady had just told him to strip because it was so hot. Well, It wouldn't be THAT bad. he thought as he started to remove his armor. After removing those, he took his shirt off; exposing his well developed upper body and muscular arms.

LYN had to practically slam her mouth to refrain from drooling. He's pretty cute like that, she thought to herself. Her fantasies were put to a stop as she felt a jerk of the horse as it began to move again.

From atop the horse, she could see a farther distance than Kent could, and she spotted a towering wall with a huge crack in it. This is where my Light Brand comes into play, she thought grimly.

Trying to get off the horse and failing miserably by falling flat on her face, she regained her composure and unsheathed her heavy Light Brand. It was a feeling foreign to her arms, because they were so accustomed to using lighter swords, like the Mani Katti.

Kent took out his Silver Lance, which was beginning to have cracks in it, and began to strike the wall repeatedly. Lyn raised the Light Brand and struck the wall once, and it crumbled to pieces.

What they saw on the other side could only be described as a huge man standing at about 6 feet with an iron mask on, holding a weird shaped axe. He growled in rage as he charged toward Lyn and Kent.

Kent could feel Lyn tense up as she threw aside her Light Brand and took out the Mani Katti. He threw aside his Silver Lance and took out his Silver Blade.

"I'll go from the top, you go for him and aim for his neck." she said simply, dashing off.

She seemed to fly as she leaped over him and slashed down. Kent charged up and slashed his throat with his blade. It was only Georg's speed that saved his life. He moved quickly away, therefore his throat was not sliced enough to kill him, but it was sliced deep enough to draw blood.

Lyn, however, and better luck. Sailing through the air, she brought her sword down hard on his back. Georg screamed in anguish and he swung his massive hand and cuffed her cheek. Lyn landed on the ground a few feet away.

Kent, getting ready for a second hit, raised his sword up and brought it down as hard as he could, slicing neatly into the beserker's leg. Swinging his other powerful arm, he dealt Kent a swift blow to his stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

Kent stumbled and fell onto his knees, holding his stomach weakly. Lyn quickly dragged herself off the ground and charged toward Georg with a yell. He turned around and threw his tomahawk at her.

But it was no match for her superior speed. She raced at him, leaped, and stuck her sword into his neck. He scream was cut short as his windpipe was cut, and he slumped, lifeless to the ground.

She ran over to Kent and helped him up. Looking over his shoulder, she saw a great throne. On the throne rested the legendary sword, the Durdanal. Now all they had to do was wait for Eliwood and the others to arrive.

Running over to his horse, she grabbed an elixir and gave it to him. Gulping it down, he quickly recovered and stood up. "Wow, you slew the guardian," was all he managed to say.

"Yeah, I guess I did," Lyn said with a hint of disbelief in her voice.

Walking over to his lance that was thrown aside and his sword that had fallen about fifteen feet away, he gathered all his scattered belongings and put them on his horse. As he was bounding his sword with cloth, however, he felt a sudden pain in his arm. Looking down, he discovered that there was an ugly gash that had formed sometime while fighting that beserker.

Lyn rushed over, eager to help him. "Omigosh! You've been hurt!," she exclaimed, "Let me bind it for you."

She ripped a piece of cloth off of her cloak and wrapped it tightly around his hand. Kent watched her as she wound the cloth tightly. Pretty soon, it felt much better and the pain subsided.

The she walked over and sat down on the steps leading to the throne. Motioning for him to come over, she leaned back and stretched. This has been a looooooooooooong day, she thought to herself.

Kent walked over and sat beside her, unsure of her intentions. She sat upright and nonchalantly started a conversation, and they chatted like old friends until Eliwood and the others came to retrieve the legendary sword.