Disclaimer: The Dark Jewel Trilogy are not owned by me.

AN: My LA teacher told the class that you shouldn't talk like that are someone would want to punch you in the face. But here I am doing it any ways, any one want to punch me?

The last chapter was short, so I'll try to make this one longer. On another note, I'm still having a lot of problems with my computer and so it might take me a while to update, but I'll try my best to get them up as fast as I can.

Italics are the private communications between the Blood

Italics are normally used for the Blood, it will just be the other part of Selari

Bold lettering is when inanimate objects are speaking (Selari's replies will also be in bold)

Chapter 5

Flying and the Stranger

The woods were nice and warm despite the fact that there were several inches of snow on the ground.

Selari didn't have difficulties in walking in it, for she just levitated over it. This was something that the wind had taught her in one of his numerous lessons.

"There is no one around we can fly now."

That was true, Selari had decided that she would go deep into the forest that way there wouldn't be even a slight chance of someone seeing her. For who else would want to go this far into the forest. Hunters weren't permitted without permission from some official from the court, and so by the time that they had gotten permission the whole town knew about it. And there hadn't been any requests made.

Sighing, Selari let herself bring out the wings of the Eyrien race. She didn't have to transform all the way in order to have the wings. Both her other half and the Wind had told her that she could control it, but it could be slightly difficult. For mixing both the normal body with the other one could be quite challenging for they weren't made to mix.

Selari didn't mind mixing the two it didn't bother her. Of course this was her first time doing it. But at the moment it didn't bother her, so there really wasn't any problems.

Spreading out her wings she took off.

It was an amazing sensation flying. It was wondrous. The last time Selari hadn't been in control her other half had. This time they both were. Selari could see why her other half liked flying so much.

The wind pushed against her and she pushed right back. The air was sweet and Selari felt like… like oh she didn't know but it was just… just indescribable.

For hours she flew, not caring what time it was, just like last time. The sun was setting when things started to change. A strain was forming where her wings were. It was starting to get harder to hold the wings in place. Harder to keep flight.

"This is what I was talking about. You let the forms stay mixed too long. I told you it would become a strain on out system." Her other self mocked Selari.

"Great time to be telling me I told you so. Tell me, what do I do?"

Selari knew that it was better to be doing this on the ground. So she headed back to land. But the pain in her back was becoming unbearable and she could barely focus.

Half way to the ground she lost it. The wings were gone and she was just falling…falling. Selari didn't even scream, she knew what was coming and she tried to slow her descent with her Opal Jewel, but she was too close to the ground, she would hit with full force.

She definitely hit something hard, but it wasn't the ground. It was hard flesh. Her face was held against a male chest hard, she couldn't see anything. The only thing that she knew was the fact that she was still in the air and was in the arms of a male, most likely an Eyrien.

Then slowly they descended to the ground. Selari didn't even try to struggle, she knew that she could get out of his hold if she chose to do so. But for the moment it felt smarter to wait.

You shouldn't wait. You should destroy him. He is an Eyrien Warlord Prince, with the Gray Jewel. He could snap you into a twig within seconds. Take him, while he doesn't expect anything.

"He just saved my life, is that how I should repay him? Your mean, it's no wonder that nobody would ever listen to you, you tell mean things." Selari told him, knowing that the Wind would not take it seriously, he never took anything insulting serious. Well when she was the one to be insulting that is.

You are far to trusting young one that will get you killed. As will your inability to listen to me.

"If I always listened to you, there would be one alive."

Selari was snapped out of her argument with the Wind when she was being lowered to the ground. When her feet touched the ground, she instantly took a step backwards. She wasn't that stupid; he might have saved her life, but still. She was born in Terreille and it basic instinct their not to trust anyone. It would take her awhile to adjust to living in Kaeleer and their system if she ever did.

When she had done this she instantly looked up at her rescuer, and up.

He was simply the tallest man that she had ever seen. She looked him up and down, and was simply delighted over him.

He was about 6'5 and very handsome. And very much an Eyrien. His wings were magnificent. They were still unfolded and gave him a sinister look. Selari had to curb the temptation rising in her to touch them.

The wings weren't the only things about him that made him so handsome. His hair was midnight black, in fact probably darker then her own. It was cut short, and fell in curvy waves down to his ears. Curly? His eyes were that of golden fire, a very unusual color, yet very fitting it seemed for this warrior. His face was a cold mask, made up of sharp ridges. They didn't detract from his looks either. In fact they added to them.

He was wearing a tan leather vest, the kind that doesn't have buttons. Leaving a lot of hard flesh exposed, to the cool air. He also had on tight leather pants and black boots. For a second Selari was fascinated with his boots. They were the coolest pair of boots that she had ever seen. She wished that she had a pair.

…Wait a minute, step back couple paces. Selari sharply glanced back up to his hair. Yep, he definitely had curly hair. That was odd, Eyrien's' didn't have curly hair. Which meant that he was mixed. Hayllen, was the safest bet, the curly hair and the semi golden eyes.

Another thought was soon following that one. Why was he out here? In the wintertime, and wearing those clothes. It was a bit too cold to be wearing so few clothing. Of course, nobody she knew ever dresses that way spring or winter.

How much did he see? Did he see her wings? How would she explain the fact that she was falling from the sky? Maybe a tree, would he believe that?

Why must you worry so much about this, you could easily just kill him, and not have to worry about him at all. It also would mean that he wouldn't be a problem.

"Do you not know what the meaning of shut up? Here let me explain. It is where you are silent, and stay out of my head, and keeping your opinions to yourself. Do you think that you can handle that?" Selari said in an annoyed voice.

There was no reply. Good, peace and quiet, ha that would be first, the Wind couldn't stay quiet for long. He always had to say something. Selari looked back at the Eyrien, he was looking at her strangely. Oops she had been talking to the wind too long; he must be wondering what was wrong with her.

"Are you alright?" the Eyrien asked. His voice was husky and sort of gravelly as though he hadn't spoken in a long time. For a second Selari was distracted by his voice, when he kept staring at her, she was startled out of her thoughts and nodded.

The Eyrien nodded as well, as though he were confirming his own analysis over her. Then he glanced at her. Curiosity dancing in his eyes. Then weariness, finally that was replaced with a cold mask of indifference.

"How-" the Eyrien started

"Who are you?" Selari interrupted him. He glared at her, not liking that she had interrupted him.

"I could ask you the same question." He remarked.

"But you didn't I did." Selari told him with a child like innocence. This time he actually growled.

"Well, I'm asking you now." Selari hesitated before answering.

"Will you tell me who you are then?" The Eyrien also hesitated.

"Yes…after you answer my questions."

Selari nodded, then she plopped down on the snow and waited for him to do the same. For a second he just stared at her like she was crazy. Then a bit reluctantly he lowered himself down into the snow, a couple of feet away from her.

"So, who are you?" was his first question.

"Selari, and you." It was question for question, in her mind. A reluctant smile crossed his face, before disappearing behind his mask.

"Divear, how old are you."

"I'm nine and you." She giggled when he made a face.

"A lot older then you. Now down to the serious questions." His face was now back to normal and he didn't speak for a few seconds.

Selari didn't mind, for the Wind had stopped his silence and was now badgering her.

What are you doing? He is going to ask about the wings. He is going to ask how in the world you had them one second and not the other. Kill him, it is the only way.

"Your paranoid, didn't I tell you to go away or to shut up, or both of them for that matter." Selari asked sarcastically. The Wind did not shut up, but continued to speak to her. But Selari just blocked him out. She was getting better at doing that.

But sure enough when Divear broke his silence he asked about the wings.

"You had wings. I saw you flying a few minutes before you fell. Then when you were heading for the ground they just went away. How in the name of Mother Night, can they just be there one second and not the other?" the last part of the question came out more of a growl.

Selari wasn't sure if she should tell him. She hadn't even told her family about her little secret. Yet here she was thinking about telling a stranger, whom she had known for what all about five minutes, and she had known all of her family from the day she was born.

But maybe that was why. She had known her family forever, and it felt wrong telling them. The stranger…Divear seemed different. There was something about him that made her want to tell him. But what if he told someone? Worst of all what if he didn't believe her? Well, she had to take a chance once and awhile. What could it hurt? Nobody would believe him if he told, and what did she care if he didn't believe her, it was nothing she would worry about.

"Liar, liar. You would so care." Her other self finally spoke up.

"Shush."

"Well, child answer me." He demanded, impatient of waiting. So she started.

"It's what I am. Well, a part of me." Selari began. So Selari told her tell, about how she became something different. While she told him her tale, he sat and listened quietly. He didn't interrupt her once.

When she was done, he still remained silent. It seemed to go on forever. And Selari being a nine-year-old girl, she was very impatient. And whenever an adult ever got silent for so long, something was wrong.

Divear looked up at the child. He wasn't sure if he believed her. But she didn't seem to be lying. This was confusing. He could tell she was getting impatient. Did most children have this big of an imagination?

Sighing, it did seem a bit farfetched, yet instinct told him that she was telling the truth. Something even deeper then just instinct told him that there was something about her that he was drawn to. Yes, he thought he believed her.

"Ok, child I believe you." He stared directly into her eyes, telling her that he spoke the truth. He knew that she would understand.

Selari smiled at him, and was glad that she had told him. There was finally someone who she could trust, someone who would believe in her. It didn't matter that he was older then she was, that he was an adult. No, it didn't matter. She hadn't told him about the Wind yet, only her other half. But she would tell him, and he would believe her.


AN: How's that? Was it long? I think it was. I had such a hard time coming up on how to describe Divear. I'm trying to update as fast as I can so don't hate me.

Oh and if you want me to update faster it does help when I get reviews, reviews, reviews.