A/N: Thanks again to Tessabe and wizard for reviewing. I updated quickly because of you!

I just want to say, this will not be a romance fic. I know Rothas and Lythe are lifebonded, and they will be in this fic, but that's not what this fic is about. It's about their adventures. Besides, I stink at writing romance. Sorry if you wanted romance, but I'm not really going to be writing a lot about it.

R&R

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"Oh, no," Rothas muttered when he saw the sun nearly disappear below the horizon.

Lythe looked at him oddly. "What's wrong," she asked and looked at the waning sun.

Rothas bit his lip. I'm not sure how she is going to take this, when I tell her about the curse. Gods, my troubles are never ending… Rothas looked at Lythe again and saw her with an expectant look on her face.

"Well… I'm cursed." There, I said it now she's going to run off because she thinks it might be contagious. My life just keeps getting better and better.

But to his surprise, she didn't. Instead, she asked, "Cursed, how so?"

"I—I was cursed by a mage a year ago or so and whenever the sun sets and night falls, I fall into an enchanted sleep." He was surprised she had taken it so… so calmly. Then his eyelids started to feel heavier as he began to fall on the ground. He felt his body hit the grass and he knew no more…

Rothas groaned as the sunlight burned right through his eyelids and right into his eyes.

Ow, was his only thought. But soon his eyes adjusted to the brightness and he began to think clearly. Okay, what happened yesterday…? This happened everyday when he woke up; his memory was always slightly fuzzy and it took some thought to sort it out. I met Lythe! He smacked himself on the forehead. How could I forget? He looked around. Where is she? Oh, don't tell me she ran off after I fell asleep. I knew she took the news of the curse too well! Now I'm alone… again… as usual… And with out knowing why, or that Lythe had done the same things, he cried a single tear of loneliness.

He saw her, and he loved her, and he knew his was vain
For he was born of sunlight and she must the shadow's bane.
So e'er the curse could claim him, then, he shed one bitter tear
For he knew his only love must also be his only fear.

Rothas slowly sat up slowly and looked around, to see what to do. Now, even singing had lost its contentment.

And soon to be followed by ever thing else… He smirked bitterly. As if that hasn't happened yet… His head shot up. Why am I so depressed when one person I meet leaves? I mean, why does it matter to me so much that I'm crying? I just met her! I knew her not an hour and I'm crying over her!

"What's happening to me!" he screamed in frustration. First he was heart-broken and now he was fuming.

No! I can't be lifebonded to her…! Right…? But how else would I explain how I feel so strongly for her when I met her for not a candlemark? It seems like that is the only possible explanation but… but it doesn't seem like it could actually happen in my life, only in Bards' tales. I need to sit down.

Rothas turned to sit of the rock he was on yesterday and—

There's writing on it!

He rushed over to the stone and found the writing was made out of dark colored dust, probably written with a piece of charcoal.

Meet me at by the lake at dusk tomorrow. I'll explain everything. Lythe.

What is there to explain, except why she ran off? But she'll probably also want to know more about my curse, too. He looked at the note again. Why at dusk? Why not at noon, or another time? She knows after dusk I fall asleep? I guess she'll have to explain about that, as well. He looked up at the sun. Oh, yay, only ten more candlemarks until sunset…

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Lythe yawned as she woke up. After a quick glance out of her cave showed the sun was setting, she hurried out of the cavern to the rock where she was supposed to meet Rothas.

I can't believe that Rothas has a curse on him too, except it's the exact opposite of mine; he can't go out at night while I can't go out during the day. Did the same mage curse us both? I can find out now at least…

She looked up to see Rothas' angelic face only a few meters in front of her, sitting on the rock.

"Hello, Rothas," she said quietly, sitting down beside him. "I suppose I have some explaining to do…?"