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Chapter Seven: Adapting

Aragorn and Legolas sat there, fear gripping their hearts. Kendra's breathing was harsh. But she still breathed. Several times her eyelids fluttered making them hold their breaths, waiting for her to open her eyes. Aragorn finally reached for the bowl of water that had been sitting by the bed. He dipped a rag in the water before gently laying it on Kendra's forehead. Aragorn started when Kendra's eyes opened.

"Kendra, thank goodness," he sighed.

"Ara…gorn," she muttered, almost as if she couldn't remember.

"Yes, Kendra. You gave us a scare. What happened?" Aragorn said, taking another rag to wipe her suddenly flushed face.

"They got me again. They got me…" she left off.

"Who got you?"

"The Red Eye gang. They got me, just like they did…when I was little."

"There is no gang here. It must have been a fever dream. You do have a very high fever."

Kendra seemed to sink further back into the pillows. Her eyes closed slowly, like she was trying to block something out. Aragorn watched her, listening as Legolas left the room, hopefully to tell Gimli not to worry. Aragorn waited for her to open her eyes again.

"Aragorn, I don't want to be a bother. If there is something else you need to do, then don't worry about me," Kendra suddenly said.

"No, I don't have anything else to do. Your health is my first priority right now. When you get better, then I can start worrying about other things."

Kendra laughed a little, her breath hitching as if it hurt to do such things. She closed her eyes, a small smile playing across her lips. Silence grew in the small room.

Suddenly, "You know, after this, you won't have to worry about me if I use my powers. I've used them so much, that this is a sign that my body has started to accept the magic running through my veins."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Aragorn asked.

Kendra opened her eyes, "Good and bad. Good because I won't be getting sick anymore. Bad because I might end up just like the rest of the Mages, which is something that I don't want."

"Well, we'll keep an eye on you. But I doubt that you could end up like these other Mages that you speak of. You have the memory of your family keeping you like you are."

Kendra looked over at the Ranger. She smiled before saying, "Thank you, Aragorn."

Gandalf and Theoden had come back to the palace with two children in tow. Now, the children were being fed and taken care of. Legolas had come into the room and told Aragorn that his presence was requested. He had been reluctant to leave Kendra but she had assured him that she would be fine.

After he had left, Kendra had rolled over to face the door. She stared at it. Aragorn had said that she had had a fever dream but because of the reality of it, she wasn't sure. This had happened to her once before when she had been really sick. Her brother had awakened her after hearing her scream and for the rest of the night he had stayed with her. The next morning, she had bruises on her body. And they had been in the exact spots on her body that she had been injured in her dream.

Kendra rolled back onto her back and stared at the ceiling. She had always listened to several Mages that had made the choice she had made. They had agreed to fight against other Mages and became Mage Hunters. They had taught her how to fight without utilizing her powers. They had also told her what would happen if she ever really did have her body get used to having the magic flowing through it. The fever was the definite sign.

Kendra closed her eyes, lulling herself to sleep. She needed to rest because somehow she knew that danger was approaching.