Hello Everyone! I still feel very evil for leaving a cliffhanger. Bwahahahaha! I still haven't really planned out this chapter yet, so I'll just go with the flow. I guess I better start, before you die of anticipation. Here we are! The rest of the story!

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"It's a long story." Neal said sadly.

"Neal, I was only gone for ten minutes, it couldn't have been that long." Kel retorted, she tried to hide the feeling that something wrong just happened.

Neal sighed knowing that he'd have to spit it out eventually. "Well once you left, Cleon started feeling really bad. But he was still pissed off at Dom. So Cleon made a deal. They would flip a coin for you Cleon being heads, and Dom being tales. Dom and I tried to stop him saying that it was wrong, and that you should choose who you like better, but Cleon kept on taunting Dom into doing it. Then the fat oaf threatened me to not interfere or he'll kill me. Like he could. I mean look at this tough muscles—."

"Neal come on back to the story." Kel said anxiously. She knew what was coming next, and she didn't like it.

"Well when Cleon threw the coin, it landed on heads." Neal looked down disgusted. "I can't believe him." But anger was soon replaced with sorrow for his best friend. "Kel I'm so sorry, but a deal is a deal."

Even though Kel knew this would happen, she was shocked to find that it was true. It made her sick for Cleon to do such a thing. He was married! The goddess herself should strike him with light—

All of a sudden, a giant dark cloud came over the arena and a giant strike of thunder hit the bleachers high up in the stands. Kel smiled to herself and ran up towards the stand that was struck hoping that a certain someone was barbecued.

When Kel came to the stands where Dom and Cleon were, she found to her surprise, that Cleon was burnt to a crisp and wasn't moving. Or breathing. Thank you goddess. Kel thought happily as the storm faded away. The many screams that were produced during the strike turned into cheers of sheer joy as they noticed that the red head was gone. Daine and Numair, who stopped kissing when the storm began, jumped up and down happily.

"Dom! We can be together again!" Kel screamed to her friend and now lover. She ran over, making sure that she stepped on Cleon's body in the process, and hugged him tight. Dom kissed her forehead and hugged back. Before they knew it, they were kissing fiercely and the crowd was hooting and cheering.

Neal who arrived right after they started kissing was stunned and smiled the happiest smile of his life. Alas Cleon is dead, my cousin and friend are making out, and I have more good looks then any one around here. Neal soon gulped as he realized that he was going to wrestle a bear. What was he thinking? Nonsense I'm sure.

"Okay guys back to your seats. And you two lovers up there, this is a PG-13 fic so stop it!" Barney yelled to the crowd. Kel and Dom let go of each other guiltily and sat down. Cleon, well what was left of him, was carried away to traitor's hill. "The winners of the kissing contest are Alanna and George. That was very—exciting. The next event is bear wrestling! The first contestant is none other then Nealan of Queenscove!"

Nealan gulped as he walked down to the stage. After he noticed that the crowd was cheering him on, and that many people were chanting his name, he began to relax. Well, relax as much as you could when you are about to wrestle a bear. I hope this won't ruin my good looks, Neal thought to himself glumly.

Kel, Dom, and the rest of Neal's many friends cheered him on the loudest. When he finally arrived at the stage, there was a giant mat awaiting him. He stood on it and awaited his challenge. Kel and Dom quickly rushed down to the first row to see better. Kel sat in between Faleron and Dom. (A/N: You know I should write a kf.)

Suddenly a giant black bear popped out of no where, and the corny dance music turned on as the match began.

Neal knew he wasn't much of a wrestler, but he thought he could go for it. He lunged with a snarl and jumped on the big bears back. The bear tried to slash at his back with no results of hitting the handsome Neal. Neal hung on for his life and bit the bear's ear.

Everyone began to scream as the bear growled in pain. Great it only made him angrier, Neal thought. He was soaked in sweat and was starting to breathe heavily.

"GIVE HIM THE CHAIR!" Kel yelled as loud as she could to Neal. Neal smiled at his friend and picked up a metal chair that was on the stage. He banged the chair on the bear's head making the bear fall to the ground. (A/N: Let's pretend that Daine a Numair left. I can't even imagine what Daine would do just then.)

Neal body slammed him and grabbed the bear's leg pulling it up to the bear's large head. The bear thrashed like a baby having a tantrum. A random guy dressed in a ref's outfit came onto the mat and counted to five. He declared Neal the winner and held up Neal's right hand in victory. Neal smiled at the cheering crowd. He looked at a happy Kel and winked at her.

"That was wonderful, Neal. Great form. You didn't even give the bear a chance. I'll give you a nine." Said Shinko. She smiled happily at him not caring if she showed emotion.

"Yes, I too enjoyed the fight, Neal. A ten is suitable for you." Aly said as the crowd cheered at the high score.

"Fuzzy bear! Oh! Seven." Eddy said now looking in between his toes to add alien objects to his collection.

Thom held up the number eight on a card and gave Neal a thumb up. Alas, poor Thom's mouth had also fallen off onto the table where his other rotting limbs lay.

"That was an embarrassment to all wrestlers." Slimon spat. "The chair idea was absolutely horrific. Three."

Neal's anger at the man made his face red. "Oh yeah? You only say that because you think you can do better! Well, I pity you. Burn with one thousand sons you bastard!" The crowd oooed and awwed at what Neal said. Duke Baird shook his head as if to rid himself of his son.

"Everyone tells me that everyday." Slimon said simply. "I've grown used to it. Insults to me are pointless."

Neal stalked off without even knowing his score. Which was a thirty-seven. He sat down with Kel and his other friends cooling off and healing a couple bruises that he had earned.

"The next person is Alanna the Lioness herself." Barney announced as everyone cheered on their hero. A group of people held up signs that when they turned them over showed Alanna on it.

Alanna stepped out on the mat preparing herself for the fight. Soon enough, she was off.

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Alanna walked away with a forty-two. And Owen, who was suddenly "sick" (he wussed out) couldn't wrestle. The last person was a random guy who no one really knew.

The guy walked up on the mat and awaited his challenge with out even stretching out. That wasn't a good idea. The vicious bear, who was fed up with people beating on him, was meaner then ever and put up a fight.

Eventually the bear swiped the man down and ate him. Everyone gasped and turned their heads away from the bloody sight. A few people ran out of the stadium for personal comfort.

OOO

An hour later they had the bloody mess cleaned up, and decided to scratch bear wrestling from the list for next years Olympics. The people were much calmer when they heard the news. Neal himself bragged about how he won a bear fight the whole time that they stalled. Even though the Lioness won.

The next event was the obstacle course. It would be judged on quickness, not style, so the judges had a short coffee break. The obstacle course was very complex. First, you would swim in shark infested waters until you get to the other side. Then, you would climb up a very tall wall (To Kel's joy) and jump into a large container full of foamy cubes. Once you climb out you would monkey bar over a cobra pit. Last, they had to crawl through a tube and to the finish line.

It was a tough competition with Kel, the Lioness, and Faleron. Everyone was sure that the Lioness was going to win. She was well known for her speed.

When the whistle was blown, the trio started at a sprint and dived quickly into the water. Kel had an advantage. She was used to swimming in the river at Mindelan and would sometimes encounter vicious fish while in the water. So far the sharks hadn't bugged her. She knew for a fact, that Alanna was never a good swimmer and that she had a large fear of drowning. Faleron she wasn't sure about.

Kel noticed that she was in the lead, but she didn't dare look back at the others to see where they were. Everytime she bobbed her head out of the water, she heard the crowd cheering them on. Suddenly, a jolt of pain crept up her leg as a small shark bit her. Pretending there was no wound; she trudged on knowing the shark would let go. It did. She could feel herself bleed and knew that there would be a trail of blood behind her.

When she popped out of the water, she ran on. She was thankful that the cold water numbed almost all the pain. She was loosing blood, but not too quickly. Kel wanted to hurry though. Just in case. She heard Faleron jump out of the water as she started to climb the tall wall.

This was her disadvantage. She climbed on oblivion to where she was or what was happening. All she foccused on was the top only about ten feet ahead of her. Kel saw a hand in the side of her vision and went faster, but keeping her cool at the same time. When she was at last at the top, Faleron was only half a foot behind. Kel quickly jumped down not caring if the pit was twenty feet below her. When at last she landed in the softness of the "tank" Faleron and her were completely tied.

Kel continued to persist even though the large cubes made it hard to move in. She also saw Faleron have some troubles. When at last they got out Faleron was ahead of her.

Monkey bars were her thing though, so she didn't worry. She buzzed down the bars without noticing the snakes hiss, the bite on her leg bled freely. She slowed and jumped landing on one leg, when she finished the bars. She felt herself grow weak from the loss of blood. It was just then that one discovered that the shark infested waters at the beginning was not a good idea.

Faleron was once again catching up to the weak Kel as she ducked through the tube and crawled. She couldn't see Faleron, but she knew that the tube was wide enough for him to pass her.

Moments later he did. When at last they both saw sunlight and crawled out they ran for their lives. Well, not their lives, but you know what one means.

Faleron won by a foot. (Faleron is so hot)

Kel went into darkness as she fainted right after she finished.

OOO(A/N: Wow I didn't mean for it to be so dramatic. I mean really what was I thinking? Chh! Shark infested waters? I'm crazy.)

"Kel can you hear me?" Asked Neal. Kel opened her eyes seeing lots of blurs and colors.

"Yeah." She sat up holding her head.

"You lost a lot of blood. What were you thinking Kel! You should have quite right after you got hurt! You could've died!" Neal yelled furious he put his hands up as if asking 'why me?' to the gods.

Kel looked around. She was in the healer's tent that was set up for the Olympics in case of emergency. The tent was just right next to the gate to the arena. "I'm not a quitter Nealan." She said. Neal, Dom, Faleron, Merric, Owen (who was suddenly better), Duke Baird, George, and an also wounded Alanna surrounded her.

"Mithros Kel you had me worried sick." Dom said. He fell on his knees and went to the side of her bed.

"I'm fine Dom. I've had much worse." Kel said. Her hazel eyes were twinkling. Dom kissed her sweetly as if he would never see her again. He didn't care if it was in front of everyone, he was just too worried.

Just then Raoul walked in. "Sergeant Domitan! Are you making out with my former squire again?" Raoul asked once again trying to be mad. Only a smile came to his face.

"No sir." Dom said innocently when he broke of the kiss.

Kel smiled wickedly and grabbed Dom's confused head. She kissed him sweetly her hands weaving through his hair. Dom's hands went instictively to the Lady Knight's waist.

When they broke it off, Kel said, "I was kissing him sir." Raoul shook his head in disbelief and left the tent. He was going to see if she was all right, but she clearly was.

"Enough romance you two." Neal snapped. He checked Kel's leg professionally, which was heavily bandaged. The bleeding had stopped and she was aloud to leave. Everyone had to leave in fact, because they had the pie-eating contest to finish.

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Neal and Alanna were first for the concert. Both of them were starving, so it would be a tough competition. When they were counted off, they both dug into their first pie like hungry lions. Alas, Alanna's nickname was called the Lioness. Neal had finished his first in a matter of seconds. Kel knew he loved his sweets, but he never knew he had the gift of eating quickly. Even though he did show signs when they were training together…

Neal started to slow down when he was on his tenth pie. Alanna was on her eighth. Since they were judging on how many pies you could eat in five minutes, the judges only sat and stared in wonder. Except for Thom who couldn't stare because his head fell off completely. It was just then that Duke Baird noticed that something was wrong and rushed to staple him together.

Neal won by five pies. He once again showed unknown talent. It was the best day of Nealan's simple life. He sat down next to Kel proudly only to be slapped up side the head.

Neal glared at her. "What was that for?" he asked angrily.

"For being an idiot." Kel answered. "I don't want you to be too full of yourself."

Neal sat there sulking for the rest of the Olympics.

The next two people were Jonathan and George. Ohhh this one as going to be good. King against King. They were both lovers for Alanna. They had competition. The protesters that were kicked out yelled insults at the king from outside. Eventually the police arrested them.

"You stole Alanna from me George. She could've been mine." Jonathan said rudely. He was trying to make George mad. Nothing could make the former King of Thieves mad.

"You misunderstood Johnny me-lad. She dumped you." The plan backfired at that and made the King of Tortall became angry instead.

Soon they were counted off and they viciously dug into their food. It was twice as worse as Neal when he competed. And Neal noticed.

Soon enough, the competition grew serious as the competitors shot insults in between bites. Neal told Kel that that was bad pie eating form.

The winner was George. (A/N: Would you really think I'd let Jonathan win?) In fact, Jonathan ate himself to death and exploded. Hooray!

The last competition for the Olympics was pie eating with Faleron and a fat guy. The fat guy was so fat, that when he sat down the chair collapsed. They started. The fat guy swallowed the pies whole, Faleron was shocked and noted that the chance of winning the race was very very slim.

The fat guy won by eating all the pies in three minutes. Something was abnormally wrong with him.

With the Olympics over, Kel and her friends walked back to the castle ready for yet another exciting day.

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YES! IT'S OVER! HOORAY! This story was really getting on my nerves. The next chapter I'm going to let you vote on. Just review me and say which idea you want and the winning idea will be the next chapter, or the one after.

One that kills everyone you hate in it and stuff.

A KF (kel/faleron)

A KN

A stupid one with Daine since I haven't done one of those yet

A circle of magic one. I'll have them come to Tortall or something since I've only read the first to books. And it would be funny for them to come to Tortall anyway.

Review please and I'll give you a yummy cookie! You know you want one…

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