The wind whipped and slashed across her face but Keladry of Mindelan, standing at the rails of the ship, couldn't feel a thing. A storm was coming. "Lady Knight!" A distant voice roared, "There be a storm comin, get below!" All at once the wind hit her and she pushed herself off the bars, flying down the ladder to her quarters. Only then did the storm seem strange to her.
"Kel," Neal appeared in the doorway.
"Come in, come in," she said. He looked exhausted. "Have you gotten any sleep lately?"
"Sure." He sat down in a chair and rubbed his eyes. "Do you think he is still out there somewhere?"
"We will find him Neal. There is no way he could keep away from you for long," Kel smiled at him, "We will bring him home." It was hard to comfort her friend when all she wanted to do was sit down and cry. She shook her head. Crying will get you no where. What you need is a plan.
The truth of the matter was, she resented Wyldon and the King for telling her she was not allowed to rescue Dom should they find him held captive. She hadn't decided yet whether or not to follow those orders.
Glancing at Neal her eyes opened in alarm. He was glowing green. "Neal," she barked.
His head snapped up and the glow faded.
"What are you doing?" She studied his face.
"I'm trying to find him."
"This is why you look like death. Once we land we are going to need you and all of your strength." Shaking her head, she pulled him over to her bunk. "Lay down," she ordered.
He gave in and fell onto the firm mat. "I feel helpless."
"We will figure out something, I promise. For now just sleep." Kel took a seat at the desk and pulled out a map.
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Bringing her sword up, she blocked a downward chop and immediately spun to her right to parry a blow. "NEAL!" she yelled as she thrust forward and slammed her shield arm into someone's stomach.
"HERE!" Neal responded, green fire exploding from his fingertips and enveloping two more of the raiders.
She ducked under an axe and ran the rather large man through. As he dropped, the remaining bandits fled. Neal chased a few more down with his Gift and turned to Kel, breathing heavily, "Anything broken?"
Bending over, she squinted at the ground, "Not that I can tell," and picked up a silver charm half buried in the dirt. "What do you make of this?" She asked holding it out to him.
"What's that," Neal touched a finger to his bicep and with a flash, a bruise that had began to appear vanished. Coming up behind her he looked at what she held. His eyes widened in alarm, "Drop it. Drop it now."