By: VanillaChocolate

Title: Emerald Eyes, Crimson Tears

Pairing: N/?

Disclaimer: Not Mine

A/N: Gah... so bored...driving to vacation. I promised and I'll update. Hopefully Neal, or anyone else, isn't OOC because Neal gets a little possessive and...grin just read. Here's your story.

Dedicated to: Kit and Gwen, I'll try to update soon...Read now! laughs and runs away

Ch2 i Elen Síla lumenn' omentielvo /i

Neal sat and thought about what Damien had said. After a while of thinking, he suddenly got tired and decided to take a nap after all, it was late. Of course, Gods don't need much sleep but Neal was tired or, he felt like he was tired. Wistfully thinking of Kel and well, pretty much hard thinking overall, got Neal tired.

As Neal started to get ready to go to sleep, he thought one last thing before he drifted off to sleep and dreams of Kel. "If I can't have her, no one can..."

All through the tiresome night, Neal had been dreaming of a certain Hazel-eyed Lady Knight. He thrashed in his bed and soon woke up to a sweaty brow, and was all tangled up in his sheets...on the floor.

Neal groaned. His head hurt and this was the third night this week that he had woken up like this, except he had never fell off the bed before and now he knew that he didn't like the experience. To Neal, waking up like this was frustrating.

He sighed and a very irritated expression was on his face as he flung the covers off him and started to walk to the bathroom to draw a bath, using a spark of his gift to heat the now-cold water to a perfect temperature.

After warming the bath, Neal started to undress himself and when he finished with that, he slowly lowered himself into the warm bath.

Slowly scrubbing himself gently with the strong-Lilac smelling soap and washing it off, he hopped out of the tub. Grabbing a towel that was on the sink (for Neal was a messy person, didn't like to lean up too much) he walked to his room to find that a pile of his clothes that he was going to were today was in a pile stacked neatly on the bed.

His current clothes for today was a light green shirt which accented his muscles and was practically his other shirt except for the fact that this was a lighter color and missed the leaves. Currently, Neal wore no tunic today, just a shirt and is breeches. The breeches were a light green, more of a mossy color than a light green.

Neal walked out into the kitchen and grabbed a piece of buttered toast before running out the door, heading towards his secret- well not so much of a secret to people, but no one goes there- place. Neal's place only consisted of a hidden grove that was surrounded by trees except for the fact that there was only enough room to get in between two trees.

He sighed and started to walk over to a large; almost flat rock and sat down to it, putting his feet in the icy water running next to the rock that was running along the right side of it, which led to the pond in the middle of the grove.

As soon as Neal sat down, he was lost in his thought before he noticed a voice calling him. It was Diane. Neal smiled and started to listen as he looked at her and started to frown as her shaky voice told him what happened. "It was horrible!" Diane sobbed. "She kissed him right in front of me, I was hidden by the way, and then she smirked! The devil! And i then /i after she was gone, he noticed I was there he went up to me and kissed me! I hate him! I hate Numair! How could he do something like this to me?!" Diane paused to take a breath then, while turning her head up to the sky she added "Please help me..." before the image faded...

A/N: likie? Hmm...I hope so...well, still in the car -.-;; not fun...