A/N: I couldn't stand what I had written, it moved too slowly for my taste so I have combined, chopped, pasted, sliced, diced, mixed and scrambled everything together to create this mess of a story I like to call my fanfic. Please tell me what you think, review, flames appreciated (they help me straighten things out), let me know what is good, bad, ugly anything else you feel like!

Disclaimer: (This is for the whole story) It is all Tamora Pierce's okay! All of it!!! That means ALL!!!! Except for what is mine and that is what isn't hers!!!

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Kel opened her eyes onto a blurry room. Blinking to clear her vision she slid out from under her blankets, shivering as her feet touched cold stone. Early morning sunlight filtered in through her shutters reflecting off of the dew that clung to everything exposed to the night air. Yawning and stretching she pulled her glaive down from the weapons wrack and began a complex set of pattern dances, whipping the glinting steel faster and faster until her arms tired. Jump had retreated to a rug in the corner well away from the capped pole arm and its mistress, settling in amidst a few sleepy sparrows pecking at some dried fruit. A loud resounding shout came from the hall, causing Kel to pause her exercise and shoot a surprised dance at her door. Placing the glaive back in its place, she quickly threw on a soft pair of breeches and a cotton shirt, easing the door open to peer out into the corridor.

Another shout came from around the corner followed by a loud banging. Kel shook her head and grabbed her dagger, sliding it into the small of her back just in case. Sneaking around the corner she came upon a sight that made her jaw drop. A young page, white as a bedsheet, was hammering upon a door, almost in hysterics.

"Who is it you are trying to get a hold of?" Kel asked him.

Out of breath the boy all but collapsed on the floor and gasped, "Neal. Must come immediately. Lord Wyldon. Its Dom…" he stopped gulping in as much air as his lungs could hold.

Kel froze at Dom's name. Her face became stone as she strode up to Neal's door. "Go to the library on the second floor," she commanded, "I will check the mess hall." The boy paused and started at her. "GO!" He took off at a sprint in the opposite direction.

Worried by the boy's condition, Kel hurried down the hall and, mind racing, somehow found herself in the mess. Eyes scanning the tables full of pages, squires and the occasional knight, she spotted who she was looking for. Her Yamani Lump face still in place, she strode up to the green eyed knight and gripped his shoulder. Surprised he turned to look up at her, "Why Kel! How nice of…" his greeting died out as he noticed her blank expression. Rising immediately, he made his excuses to the table and followed her back into the hall.

"Kel what is it." Neal looked at her questioningly.

"Lord Wyldon needs to see you." He opened his mouth but she interrupted before he had a chance to say anything, "Now."

He looked into her eyes and thought better of speaking the words forming in his mind. Giving her a quick nod he set off toward Lord Wyldon's office. Kel, very much in a daze, followed him.

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Outside of Wyldon's office, Kel began pacing.

Dom is alright. He has to be. Well then what could have happened? Kel thought to herself. Frustrated she stopped and leaned against the wall, sliding down it into a sitting position to wait it out. Moments later Neal came stumbling out looking like death.

"Neal…" her voice trailed off.

"Wyldon." He croaked and cleared his throat and tried again, "Wyldon wants to see you."

Kel nodded and stood, walking in to her best friend's embrace as he shivered. Pushing back from her, he ran his fingers through his hair and said, "I'm okay. Lord Wyldon will explain." Kel surveyed him and made up her mind he would be okay for a moment. Stepping up to the great oak doors she sighed and knocked.

"Enter."

Finding herself in Wyldon's office, Kel could feel a panic rising in her chest. Shaking her head at her own folly, she wiped her palms on her breeches and stood to attention, waiting for him to acknowledge her.

"Keladry," Wyldon looked up at her with an expression in his eyes Kel had never seen before, "Domitan of Masbolle is missing."