Disclaimer: The Dark Jewel Trilogy is owned by Anne Bishop and not by this unfortunate soul.

AN: I was once asked why I didn't make Beatrix the nightmares made flesh. I hated the very idea of it. I created Beatrix for the sole purpose because I wanted to have some horrible character. Beatrix was meant to be just a mean older sister. What do you think, Beatrix or Selari…Oh and just so you know this wont effect the story. Selari will stay the Nightmare made flesh, I just want to know you opinion.

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 6

Divear

Clink…Clink…Clink…Clink…

Swords clashed, continually. Neither opponent was making much process. They were just ver evenly matched. Though if people were watching them, they would assume that it was the adult, Eyrien male that would win. For the Eyrien was fighting a young female child. To outsiders that is.

Selari grinned as Divear almost had the blade at her throat, but she had dodged at the last second. It had been almost two years since they had met. It had been just as long since he had started training her like an Eyrien Warrior.

They had a good friendship, the best in fact. It didn't matter that she was a child, for it had became more and more obvious to both of them, Divear and Selari, that she acted less like a kid and more like a mature adult.

Over the two years that they had been friends, Selari had learned a lot about Divear. He was a little over 1600 years old. His father was Eyrien and his mother a Hayllen. That he was the youngest of four brothers. That his family hadn't been as strong as he was. That his older brothers had resented him for it. How his parents would ask him to abuse his Jewels and the power that he had by being a Warlord Prince. That Divear hadn't seen his family since he had been twenty. Ever since Divear had left home he had been traveling, a lot.

Divear had only been in the forest where they had met, for a century. After all the years of traveling he had done, had had become tired of his way of living. Tired of all the places that he had been. Tired of the people. Tired of a certain Priestess trying to control the blood males. He had been plain tired. So he had found a secluded place where there was very little chance that somebody would bother him. Kaeleer was the perfect place, it had been closed off and the people there weren't like the people in Terreille. This place in particular had drawn him, and he had never been really sure why, but it just had.

Divear had been alone that whole century that he had been in the forest. And he had planned on staying that way for a very long time. But a certain young girl had interrupted his plans.

Selari had come along. Divear couldn't just let her fall to her death. So he had given up his seclusion in a mere second and had jumped into the sky grabbed her out of the open air. He had been very intrigued by her. The wings had captured his attention and he was had been thirsting for knowledge, and this was a grand opportunity.

When Selari had told him about what had happened to her, he had believed her. There might have been a few seconds hesitation in trusting her, but his instincts had told him that she was not lying. If he couldn't rely on his instincts what could he really rely upon?

And so his strange friendship with Selari had started. Well it only been a matter of time really. The kid was a strange one and Divear had been eager to find out all he could about her.

That he had found out was a very hard task. She was hard pressed to ever talk about herself, but always wanted to hear stories about his life. Trying to get Selari to talk was like trying to get a rock to sing.

Smack…

"Mother Night!" Divear shouted angrily, jumping several feet away from his previous position. His hand went to his side where an intense pain had taken place. He turned his eyes to glare at the insolent child.

Selari look slightly annoyed with him and glared at him. He growled at her.

"What the hell did you do that for?" He shouted at her.

"Were training remember. You're the one that wanted me to learn everything I could about sticks." Selari shouted right back at him.

"Damn, child, you're an insolent little thing. Your suppose to act respectfully towards your elders." He glared darkly at her. This was a very stupid argument, he thought miserably. He had been distracted, and had let his guard down. That had never happened and he had suffered for it. It was making him down right testy and wanting a good pointless fight.

"I'll start listening to my elders when they start making sense." And then the smirk came. Divear had come to loath that smirk. It incited his anger all the more.

Divear didn't answer her; he just raised his blade in a challenge. Selari laughed, a soft sound that was mocking him. These were the times that she seemed to be older then he was. Not a child, but a woman full and grown. The only thing that seemed to defy this reasoning was that he was looking at an eleven-year-old body.

These thoughts were soon fleeing when the battle began. It was a few minutes later that they were in flight. Normally they would stay on the ground, for her wings weren't natural like his. But today they had come out. It came with more ease then it had been two years ago.

Selari was practically a natural in the air now. Well, after a few lessons from him of course, Divear thought a bit arrogantly.

She came in from beneath, easy block. He came from the left, dodged…

Right strike…blocked…

Downward blow…hit…dull side of blade on left shoulder…

Angry strike to the left…missed by a mile…

Over shot…lost balanced…falling a few feet…

Fast attack from above…missed…

No one in sight.

Silence.

A soft breeze…a whistle from the right…

An attack from the left…a dodge backwards…

Too slow…dull side smacked against ribs.

It was hours before they stopped. Both were worn and bruised. Several times they had each landed a blow to the other. Several times were there misses. But never was there blood drawn. The hits were always hit with the dull side of the blade.

Never draw blood was the main rule that they had when practicing. Actually that was most likely the only rule they had when training.

Sighing, Divear landed on the snow-covered ground. Selari landed a few feet away from him. Selari now in a better mood, stuck out her tongue and plopped down on the ground in her usual fashion. Divear followed suit, but more eloquently.

"I'm glad Winsol is almost over. What about you." Selari asked into the comfortable silence. Divear shrugged, he had never cared for Winsol. It had been years, centuries sense he had danced in the honor of Witch.

Selari never danced for Witch. She said it felt wrong. That she couldn't dance for Witch, that it went against her. She had never said why it had, but that it just was. Divear wasn't sure what he thought of this, but didn't really care. She didn't like it, he certainly didn't like it, so why bother.

"I hate it. Don't you?" She continued on with her questions. Divear gave a grunt. He leaned back against a tree and closed his eyes. Last year, their first Winsol as friends she had been away for the whole time. She in fact hadn't come back till a month after it had ended. So they hadn't talked about it last year.

"But, I do like giving presents." She said shyly. "I like seeing the looks on peoples faces when I hand them there gift. I liked it when Beatrix screamed when I gave her a frog with its head cut off." This got Divear to open his eyes. He stared at her, and saw that she was silently laughing.

"Did you really give your sister a frog with its head cut off for Winsol?" He asked, wishing that he had thought to do the same thing to his brothers.

"No." Divear sighed at her answer; "It was her Birthday." This time he laughed. That was something that didn't surprise him. The one thing that Selari made no secret about is the fact that her sister was mean and that they both hated each other. That they tried to avoid each other when ever possible.

When his laughter had died down, he settled back against the tree and closed his eyes. He was tired and wanted to sleep. Of course Selari would never let him get any sleep when she was around.

"Divear, would you mind if I got you something for Winsol. I know that we don't believe in the dancing for Witch and stuff…but I thought…that maybe it would be nice. And nobody ever gives you anything…" Selari trailed off, looking hopefully at Divear.

Divear had opened his eyes when he had heard Winsol again. If she was still on Winsol, it meant that she wouldn't stop talking about it until, she had made her point. But what she had told him, had surprised him. She wanted to give him something.

Divear closed his eyes again and forced his body to look relaxed and his face calm, like what she had said had not meant anything to him.

"Sure, kid, I ain't going to stop you." Divear said casually. Selari squealed and launched herself at him. She had knocked most of the air out of his lungs when she hugged him.

She jumped away from him before he had time to react. She was jumping merrily around the area. She came to a stop and looked back at him.

"Bye, Divear, I want to get started right away. I don't have much more time." She then trounced away.

Divear once again leaned back against the tree. He hoped that now that his little friend was gone that he could actually get some sleep. As sleep was overcoming him, his final thoughts were that of his Selari.


AN: Was that a good ending to the chapter. I thought so. Well it's not like it matters or anything. That's where I shall choose to stop, and there is nothing to do about it.

Hehehehe…So was it an interesting chapter?

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