Disclaimer: Who do I look like, Mr. Miyamoto?
Hey, nameless guy, believe me, there's more later on.
Well, Deathscythe Hell, you misread my file, Lyn is Cale's second wife and is sister-wife to Jasith. It's kind of complicated. And I'll explain the concept a little more on my profile, when I have some spare time.
I believe I will be writing this fic for some time, Wyrmseeker, since I'll be going through the game and beyond. Though not much longer after the game. I'll also be writing a prologue after I'm finished with this chapter. It will be separate from the main story, so keep an eye out for it!
Claen'tor: While Cale is running from Jasith, I'm back with more.
Edwin: At least it's not me this time. What is taking Shina? She said she'd be here a while ago.
Shina: -sneaking up on Edwin- Rah!
Edwin: -very nearly jumps out of my fur- Don't do that to me!
Shina: Sorry I was so long. What'd I miss? -scans the fic briefly- Ooo... this'll be good, I can tell. I have to go soon for another political mess, so I need you to watch the kids, okay? -kisses my husband on the cheek-
Edwin: -fur stands on end- The... the... the kids!
Shina: -gives Edwin a long glare-
Edwin: ok... -looks ten times smaller as I wither under that glare-
Shina: Good. I'll only be gone for a couple days. -smiles sweetly-
Claen'tor: While they talk you'll be wanting to read on, am I correct?A little light on Cale's history! On with the fic!
Chapter 3: Encounters of a Whole New Kind
"Ermm..." Cale was wondering just how to ask this.
"What is it, Cale?" Lyn asked.
"You are aware where exactly the bandit hit you, correct?" Cale asked in return.
"Yes, but what does that matter?"
Cale just waited for Lyn to realize what he was stating.
"Oh... Hand me the bindings, then."
Cale held out the bindings and vulnerary. Lyn grabbed the bindings a little too quickly, forgetting that she was still wearing the torn shirt. "Ack!"
Cale averted his eyes quickly."Just how old are you, Lyndis?"
"I'm nineteen. What about it?" He only looks about 24, maybe 26 at the oldest.
"Nineteen! You're like... never mind. But anyway, you shouldn't be exposing yourself to someone you just met a few hours ago, accidentally or no!"
Lyn tried a different tac. "You're right. And I apologize for exposing myself to you, especially since I barely know you. Just go outside or something..."
Cale complied, and left the tent, still somewhat outraged, while Lyn watched him go.
Maybe I should get to know him a little better. After all, he is older than me. Lyn let the healing salve in the vulnerary drip slowly onto her injured hip, then wrapped her hip up securely while the effects of the vulnerary took hold.
Dusk
Lyn changed and left the tent, looking to make amends with Cale. She found him under one of the few trees in the area, brooding. Cale made no notice of her approach, and he seemed to be muttering to himself. "Excuse me, Cale?"
At the sound of Lyn's voice, Cale reflexively grabbed Lyn by the throat, and looked up with murder in his eyes.
"Ca... Cale. It's... me!" Lyn managed to gasp out, struggling in his grip.
Realizing who he had just elevated two feet off the ground, Cale quickly let go. "Sorry. That particular trick has saved my life twice in the past year. Just... don't sneak up on me..." He sat again and resumed his brooding while Lyn recovered her breath.
She sat down on the other side of the tree. What is he really? He moved so quickly, I was in the air before I realized he had me by the neck! And his eyes... Lyn shivered from the image of his eyes, colder than any ice. "What are you, Cale? You're not human, that much is for sure."
Cale sighed. "If I told you, you wouldn't believe me."
"I'm willing to believe anything right now. Especially after you nearly snapped my neck without a second thought." The image of Cale's eyes would not leave Lyn's mind.
"Right," Cale started, "Have you heard of dragons, Lyndis?"
"Yes, there was a great war some thousand years ago that drove them from this continent. Why do you say this?" Is he saying he's a dragon?
Cale decided to get straight to the point. "Because I'm part-dragon. One quarter of my blood is that of white dragons. The rest of me is human though..."
"Part dragon?" Lyn choked. "How is that possible?"
"I am the result of my mother being half white, and my father was full human. I'm originally from a different continent, by name Ereshal. There are many dragons there, and humans coexist with them, even falling in love, with their children being partly of each race. I haven't been home in over three hundred years."
Three hundred YEARS! "JUST HOW OLD ARE YOU?" Lyn exclaimed.
"Three hundred and fifty-one next moon... Did I say that aloud?"
Lyn just nodded, unable to speak at the moment.
"Damn... You got me rambling like a great wyrm!" Cale was not a happy quarter-drake. How could I be so stupid! Just pour out your soul to this stranger, will you? You have Jasith to worry about right now! "Excuse me, I must be alone for a while." Cale started to get up.
Lyn grabbed his arm. "Wait! What were you mumbling about when I walked up earlier?"
Cale thought for a second. Well, I've told her almost everything about me, what's one more secret? "My wife." He then jerked his arm out of Lyn's grasp and stalked off into the night.
Lyn didn't follow this time.
End Chapter
Claen'tor: Well, now that that's over with... Next Chapter: Morning Comes
Edwin: You're on your own on that one. If Cale ever comes back, that is. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to watch the kids.
Shina: Well, that is a very important aspect of the story. If Jasith reads this, maybe she'll forgive Cale. Bye now! -leaves for conference-
Claen'tor: R&R! This should elict a couple of interesting reveiws. Or I might injure one of my readers, makes no difference to me.
