I'm BaCk! Hello! Yes, Here I am! Yes, I'm posting again! Okay, I'll stop Goofing off! *Clears throat*, Ok, So, to business. The start of this Chapter will be from Rollan's POV, part in 1st person, part in my usual 3rd person. I will leave the message below for those of you who are too lazy to read this top note, though. (I now realize my rant was pointless, if you are one of those lazy people then you will not be reading this message) I know, I know, hurry up. Thanks to everyone who read and special thanks to everyone who reviewed. PLEASE tell me what you think, And PM me or leave a review with any special requests for a new SA fic or this one, I'll try my best to add it in. -IADS

CHAPTER 2:

~*ROLLAN'S P.O.V, 1st PERSON*~

I saw her. She was running toward me. I closed my eyes. She dropped beside me and started muttering about how if I died she would kill me. I told her that was impossible. Then I blacked out.

~*ROLLAN'S P.O.V, 3rd PERSON*~

The next thing he knew there was a searing, blinding, pain; shooting through his shoulder, making him cry out. Someone said something, but he was in so much pain he couldn't decipher it. He heard someone say his name. Conor, maybe? He was completely absorbed in the pain.

And then he blacked out.

~*MEILIN'S P.O.V*~

He cried out as the arrow snapped, splintering into his shoulder. His hands were bleeding from how hard his fists were clenched; his finger nails were cutting into his palms.

Meilin wanted to turn away, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the painful sight. There he was, lying on the ground with an arrow being ripped out of his chest and there was nothing she could do to help him. It awakened a pain in her heart, though she wasn't sure what it was from.

She dropped to her knees and stuffed her handkerchief into his hand to stifle the bleeding. Conor, taking his cues from her, did the same. Lishay yanked out the broken part of the arrow and immediately poked in the rolled handkerchief, sliding her right hand under him to pull it the rest of the way into the wound. She slid her arms under his knees and neck and lifted him off the ground. Then she ran. It was unbelievable. Someone as small as Lishay, carrying someone as tall as Rollan.

"Look around for Tarik, I haven't seen him yet." The worry was evident in her voice, though her face showed only the pain that war caused, worn on her face from the five years of long battles that raged on through night and day. It was a painful expression to see on someone so young, though Meilin knew it was etched onto Conor's, Abeke's, Rollan's, and her own face, and would never leave them, even when they died. It was one of those few bone-deep expressions that would always be there, through life and death, and would never cease to exist.

I know! I kept you guys waiting, and it wasn't long! So Sorry!-IADS