The athame

A/N hey there, ok so I know I was meant to be taking a break from this story, and writing another one before I write the sequel, but I just kept having ideas, so I'm afraid I've had to write the sequel now. Thanks to all those who reviewed the last chapter of the pentacle. Solia- Keaira is pronounced however you would like to pronounce it, I pronounce it sometimes like Keira and sometimes differently, it's personal choice. (I use all the names for there meanings; e.g. Keaira means little dark one and that's how she looks!) But I didn't really understand what you meant about some bits being confusing, any bits in particular?

Oh and any bits in the chapter in italics are either memories or dreams.

Keaira lay on her bed, wearing the same clothes she had been wearing 3 days ago, she didn't notice. Her long, black hair was no longer glossy it was now just a mass of knots. Her blue eyes, once shiny and bright were now small and seemed to be distant. They looked small especially in comparison to the black circles that were around them; they were also puffy from crying. Even now tears ran down her already tear-stained cheeks but she didn't notice. She hadn't noticed anything for almost 3 days. Her mind just kept replaying the events of that night.

"Keaira I love you" Dylan said, reaching up to kiss her, she supported him with her hand as their lips lightly touched. Then he slumped against her arm. As she lay him down on the ground she whispered;

"Dylan," tears started falling down her cheeks onto the floor, "you said you were ok, Dylan, don't leave me, you can't leave me!" her voice which had started off in a whisper had rose till she was almost shouting. "Dylan! Don't leave me!"

She leant against his chest, crying against his shirt, she woke to her father, hunter picking her up and taking her home, he had put her on her bed, in her own room. But Keaira couldn't think about being home, she felt tears prick at her eyes again, and she had been crying ever since. She hadn't slept.

"Keaira, my little one?" Morgan Niall came into the room with a cup of tea, Keaira knew it would have some herbs that were meant to help her, but she didn't want any help, not from anyone but Dylan and he could never give her help anymore. "Keaira come on sit up, and drink this," Keaira lay still as she had done every time Morgan had come into the room before. Morgan's eyes narrowed, she knew she had to be cruel to be kind. "Right Keaira Niall I will not stand this, you will not stay here moping is this what Dylan would have wanted? So sit up right now!" she was almost shouting and she reached over and physically pulled Keaira into a sitting position, leaning against Morgan. Morgan held her as her body was racked with sobs.

"Mum," Keaira's voice was croaky from crying and not using it.

"I know, sweetie, I'm here, please talk to me," Morgan's voice was calm now, she hated shouting, but she knew it was the only way to get through to her daughter.

"It's not fair, I only just knew him and no-one will know!"

"No-one will know what?"

"He told me he loved me, but now everyone will think he loved Sarah, but now I sound like a spoilt child, because, oh mum why did he have to go!" Keaira said, burying her head against Morgan's chest again.

"But darling, look at me," she gently lifted Keaira's chin so she could look into her eyes. "Don't you think he meant maybe, that he loved you in a friend way, you were great friends after all."

"No! He kissed me, then and the night before, I… was kidnapped." Keaira said, fresh tears at her eyes.

"Oh my little one, I'm sorry this is horrible but there is nothing any of us can do, except get on with our lives, that's what Dylan would have wanted, he's with the goddess now!"

"I know mum but… it's too hard!" Morgan gave Keaira the tea,

"It's late now, please try and get some sleep, auntie Sky is coming tomorrow, ok?" Keaira nodded, and Morgan left the room. Keaira sat on her bed drinking her tea, feeling the herbs gently calming her and making her sleepy. She let her mind wonder off,

"I… how did you know I was here?" Keaira said, sniffling slightly

"I just knew, I don't know I woke up and just, knew I had to come and get you, are you ok now? I'm sorry did you get into loads of trouble, I shouldn't have said that, I just,"

"Oh Dylan it's not your fault…"

Keaira smiled as she remembered the rest of that night, so many years ago, if only things had been different. She sighed, but they weren't, she had to get used to that that's what Dylan would have wanted. She placed her cup on her bed side table and lay down, then she sat up again, she went over to the corner of her room where there was a familiar box, she opened it, seeing the letter and other documents, but she picked out the silver pentacle. She was sure she had been wearing it when she was kidnapped, but now it was back here… strange she thought as she fastened it back round her neck. She went back to lie on her bed and fell asleep almost straight away.

Keaira was in a field, it was a bright summer's day and she could hear a stream near-by as she sat in the grass, she could smell the scents of flowers. She turned and there was Dylan, running a hand through his tousled black, curly hair.

"Keaira…"

"Dylan, but your… oh this is a dream isn't it, oh Dylan why did you leave me!" he smiled and came over to sit next to her,

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to, but you know how I feel, I wish things were different too, but they're not. I want… no I need you to live, please Keaira, I love you and I can't stand to think of you unhappy."

"I know, and I'm going to try, it's just so hard, I mean what if I see, Sarah." A slightly pained expression came over his face,

"Oh I wish I could be there, to help you but I can't and I don't know what to say, I mean please be nice to her, I know that sounds weird, but please Keaira."

"How can I be! She is… was your girlfriend, and..."

"I know" he interrupted, "but you know it's you I love, so please, be nice to her, I liked her a lot, but she'll never be you and I suppose, I just want you not to mention what happened, I mean what difference would it make…" he looked down, at his lap where his hand s were, Keaira reached out and held his,

"I know, I won't say anything, don't worry, so what's it like being… dead?" Keaira said trying to lighten the mood.

"I can't tell you that," he said smiling and tapping his nose.

"Aw! No fair!" she said, gently pushing him, he grabbed her arms and pulled her closer to him, until she was leaning against his chest, he stroked her hair,

"Why did you have to go D?"

Keaira woke with a start, the smell of flowers were still fresh in her memory. Light was pouring in to the room, even though the curtains were closed, she glanced at the clock, 11:05 she sighed, pulling herself out of bed. She ran downstairs, her mother was at the table, drinking diet coke and her dad was standing making some tea, her big sister Moira sat at the table, when she saw her, she stood up,

"Keaira! Come here little sis'" Keaira ran into her sisters arms,

A/N ok well quite a long chapter there, hope you liked it, you know the drill once you've read it, review it please!