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Chapter8

Neal was walking down to his own room when he heard voices drifting through an opened door. One word caught his attention, "…Neal…" and he recognized who had said it. Panic struck Neal as if someone had dumped a bucket of cold water on him. He emerged into Kel's room in time to see Kel struggled and stilled. Without wasting any time, he challenged the person who was kneeling beside the bed, because he guessed what had happened to Kel a minute ago. "You'd better not have killed her already!" Neal said softly but dangerously.

The stranger turned around to Neal's voice and Neal's jaw dropped open. Standing before him was the exact image of Neal, but only their clothes were different. However, Neal's surprise turned into horror as the Neal beside the bed pulled out his sword that was hidden inside his coat and advanced towards Neal.

Poor Neal bared his teeth, Kel better thank him for this, he thought as he pulled out his own sword and closed the door behind him. Their swords crashed and silently, Neal praised Lord Wyldon for preparing him for this moment. Neal attacked and blocked, his opponent did the same. As they fought, Neal made sure that he would not left the door out of his easy reach so that the intruder would not escape unless he killed Neal first. That thought sent a shiver down his spine.

Suddenly, the door opened and Dom's head popped in. "Kel, are you playing with your sword again? What the…" When he saw the two identical Neal, he froze.

At the same time, the fake Neal leaped at the connecting door; he opened it and went in then locked the door behind him.

Neal swore, "You shouldn't have distract me like that, Mithros, I owned Kel her life!"

"How do I know you are my real meatheaded cousin?" Dom asked and folded his arm across his chest.

"No time to check, you just have to trust me. And by the way, STOP CALLING ME A MEATHEAD!" Neal said hurriedly but still pointed out what he wanted to say before dashing for the door.

"Yup, that's my Meathead!" Dom said under his breath. Then louder, he said, "Neal! You go and take care of Kel; I'll take care of…of Neal, not you." Dom hastily added the last words as he grabbed Neal by the arm and half dragged him to the bed where the pale Kel laid. Then, Dom went after the fake Neal. In the process, he called for Merric, Roaul, Owen, Cleon, and his group of the Own to help him, giving orders as he went along.

Neal, (the real one) sat down beside the bed and put a hand to Kel's forehead. It was very hot. He slammed his magic into Kel, forcing the fever down a little and gave her more strength. He stayed there until his father; Duke Baird came and took over. Dragging his legs, he went down to his room; he did not think this incident over again until the next morning, when a dreadful news was delivered…

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