/N: You have no idea how many revisions this chapter and the next have gone through! Originally Zard was involved and Trant was forgotten about. But this chapter is finally good enough in my opinion to post. I have the basis of this story planned out, but after next chapter there is a huge hole that I have no idea what to fill it with. But I'll figure it out... I hope
Kiela crosses paths:
The walk to the sea was a quiet one, which is unusual considering Stevan was with us. But it wasn't just Stevan that was quiet, the trees around us held an uncanny silence to it. They towered over us, casting long unnaturally tall and sinister shadows about us as we walked along the path.
Too soon we arrived at the sea, with the beautiful endless waves rushing ashore, breaking from afarin the distance. Where we stood could almost be used for a port, the way it curved in left a small dent of a semi circle in the almost straight coastline. On a basicallysandy bottom sea, tall rocks stood blocking the way into the semi circular dip in the coastline, acting as barriers.
We headed toward the rocks knowing that if there was any shipwreck to be found it would be stuck floating around the front of the rocks.
Stevan looked about excitedly, "Ready to find us some treasure!"
"Or just some wood," I added in bemused by Stevan's enthusiasm.
Stevan pointed a finger toward the rocks, "onward we go!"
I crossed my fingers as we approached the rocks, and lady luck was on my side, because before me lay remains of a ship bobbing with the waves stuck against the the rocks.
I used to get sad when looking at the remains of a ship wreck, thinking of the lives lost, and the families that would never know what happened to their fathers or brothers.Theywould be forever waiting for them to return home, when they never would. But after years of living on the street, seeing people killed for no reason, and seeing numerous ship wrecks I had toughened out and become used to such sites. Whether that was for good or for worse I could'nt tell you.
Rolling up my breeches turned out to be in vain, because the chilly sea water soaked my rolled up breaches with wavesreaching up no higher than my waist. Stevan was ahead of Brence and me, driven by the excitement of the water and the prospect of finding treasure. I hadn't the will to tell him that out of the countless ship wrecks we had been at, not once had we found any treasure.
Searching among the floating debris of wood I made sure to watch out for jagged edges, not wanting to have a splinter the size of a small cat jabbed into my body. I was dodging around a particular sharp edge of wood when Stevan called out to me in a shocked voice: "Kiela! Come here, quick!"
I ran, or the closest thing to it that you can do in water, since water is not easy to run through. The whole time I was thinking that Stevan actually had found some sort ofgold. As I approached Stevan he turned to me with wide eyes and pointed to something floating on a big portion of wood shredded from what was atone time aship.
A rare gasp escaped me when I saw a girl with bright orange hair and pale skin. She waswearing a torn pair of breeches and a shirt that screamed noble Servant. She looked about 18, the same age as my friends and I.She had no apparent signs of being dead, other than a extremely pale face, and cuts most likely from jagged edges of wood. Only a few times had we stumbled across bodies when at a ship wreck, because most bodies went either down with the ship or were caught on something that dragged them down. Never before had we came across a possible survivor, because no one ever seem to be able to survive the harsh storms at sea.
"I didn't want to touch her in case she has some sort of spell on her, and knowing that magic is your expertise I called you over," Stevan explained hurriedly.
I nodded in approval "good thinking, will you get Brence while I take a look at her?"
"No need to, I'm right here" announced Brence from behind me. "Do you need me to go get help?"
"I'm not sure yet," I said taking a step forward toward the girl.
I reached out my hand to feel if there was a heart beat of any kind. I jumped back in surprise the Instant my hand made contact with her skin.
"Is she alive?" asked Stevan anxiously.
I gave him a small laugh "oh yea, she defiantly is alive. With magic burning that fierce on her, there's no way she could be dead. But sheneeds to get out of the water and get those cuts coveredright away. Her magic is what's helping to keep her alive, and luckily she seems to have plenty of it."
I frowned to myself, not wanting the others to question my surprise. Never in my life had I felt so much magic radiating through one person as I had felt in her.
"Ok, Stevan you should go into town and find Trant and bring him to the house right after getting salve for her cuts. Brence, judging by her clothes she's a noble servant of some sort, so we should be cautious and not let anyone see us taking her to the house. I rather not be accused of kidnapping later and lose a body part. So with no witnesses she won't be able to have proof if she wants to make a fuss over things like most nobles do. I'll carry her to the house, its better if no one other than me touches her until she wakens. I wouldnt want to wake up only to discover a boy had been treating my wounds when a girl could have."
I picked up the girl without waiting for them toagree the orders I gave them. Her magic sent tingling up through my arm that was so strong that my arms were likely to go numb before I reached the house. I grumbled to myself, thankful that most females didn't eat much, because if she weighed anymore I would not be able to carry her.
I started to the house, not knowing how crucial that the girl I carried and myself had finally crossed paths. Perhaps it could even be said that our destiny was started that day, but that is not for me to say.
