And here is Kyone's first attempt at a Dragon Knights fanfic. Lim Kaana-centric, with a veritable amount of angst. Here ya go.


drawing circles in the sand

She sits there; quiet, on a rock she had cleared the sand from (or, at the very least, done her best to clear). It is hot out, she is tired, and her recently lengthened hair keeps getting in her eyes when the wind picks up.

Rune is standing a short distance away, so that the two of them could carry out a conversation without needing to raise their voices over anything but the wind and the grating of sand on rock. But (and this is the killer, she thinks sarcastically, really funny) his eyes are on that girl. Tintlet. It is easier for her not to use her name, for she is real and becomes so in Lim Kaana's thoughts all too quickly, and instead of "her" being just someone, "Tintlet" is the girl that Rune loves. Not her, but Tintlet, though Lim Kaana still holds her memories. Which, admittedly, does not make things any easier.

She sighs in a somewhat dejected manner (but never fully, for that is not the way she is at all), half-hoping to catch Rune's attention, but all disappointed when she fails. He just keeps his (lovely, she hated to admit, for they were not looking at her) eyes trained on Tintlet. She scowls, turns away from him, not wanting to admit defeat just yet. Even if she does not want to admit it, however, it is there, and at that thought, she lets slip a mild oath. Rune looks over to her, blue eyes widening (probably in shock that a young lady would say such things, she laughs in the dark recesses of her mind), and she looks back. Though her heart skitters, she attempts a "who, me?" look, and is at once amused and again depressed when the elf's attention once again is on Tintlet.

Lim Kaana bends over the ground, hair obscuring her view, and begins tracing a series of circles on the ground. Almost immediately after she finishes, the dry sand falls back into place, without any trace anything was there.

Beginning. She was herself, a demon. Tintlet was herself, and they were not the same.

Halfway around. She remembers being herself, being Tintlet, remembers Rune, all the memories falling into places that are wrong, a meshing of all the moments.

Completion. She is here, long hair falling over the curve of her back. Tintlet is here, but is not here.

The circle disappears, lost to the swirling winds. She is here. They are here. She looks up from what would neither be an intricate pattern nor even a linked chain of circles, had the images not disappeared so quickly.

Rune stands there, looking at Tintlet. Tintlet stands smiling, talking to Kitchel, and both look as if they should not be here. Somewhere, people are enjoying life, and here, there is only death and darkness. Somewhere, dreams can come true, but here, only nightmares are real.

The sun is so bright for death being so close. She begins drawing the circles again, so she doesn't have to look up. Beginning, halfway, completion, disappearance. An endless cycle.

She realizes that she is afraid.


­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­Written 21 February, posted 25 April.