(A/N - I'm still kind of sick, but while I was cooped up in my room, I started to get ideas and started writing. This is what it became. Also, please excuse any mistakes, I'm uploading this before I go to sleep and didn't check it for any mistakes.)

Disclaimer - Still don't own this, it belongs to Tamora Pierce.

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"Uncle Raoul, how long do you think it will be?" Brea asked, helping to saddle his horse. It had been two weeks since her and Dom had made-up, and Brea's mood had definitely improved, except now.

"It won't take long. I promise my dear." Raoul said, kissing Brea on the forehead. "It's just a group of bandits, we've dealt with them plenty of times."

"Yes but uncle, don't you think it's foolish to just take a small group of men with you? There could be loads more out there than you think." Brea argued; the whole thing didn't sit well with her, she had a bad feeling in her stomach.

"I've been at this a long time, I know what I'm doing."

"But uncle-"

"Breanna, stop." Raoul said, raising his voice slightly, which caused Brea to fall silent and shuffle her feet. "Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I do."

"Then trust me when I say, everything will be fine." Raoul hugged his niece. "I'll be back in a few weeks."

"Be careful." Brea said, standing on her tiptoes to kiss her uncle on the cheek; she missed and kissed his chin instead.

"Like I said, back before you know." Raoul smiled and led his horse from the stable, leaving Brea alone in the stall. She had been standing there for a few minutes, when she heard a voice.

"He's right you know. You have no reason to worry." Dom said gently, stepping into the stall.

"Dom, have you ever just had a bad feeling about something?" Brea asked, glancing up at him. "Like when you know something bad is going to happen?"

"Yes, I have." Dom started with a nod. "But that's no reason to go arguing with him, Brea. You should trust him when he says everything will be fine."

"I'm not a child, so do not speak to me as one, Domitan." Brea seethed, glaring at him. Dom sighed and cleared his throat, trying to figure out how to get his point across, without angering Brea.

"I didn't mean it like that. It's just; all of us have dealt with bandits before. Your uncle has seen many battles. Compared to that, bandits are like a walk in the park for Raoul. We will be fine." Dom said, placing his hands on Brea's shoulders and staring into her eyes.

"I suppose your right." Brea mumbled, breaking from Dom's look and staring at the floor.

"Excuse me? What was that? Mind repeating it?" Dom asked, a slight joking tone to how he asked.

"I said your right, but it's the first and last time." Brea playfully pushed him away. Dom grinned and stumbled, but quickly regained his balance.

"How do you push me. Sergeant Domitan of the King's Own." Dom said, puffing out his chest, which caused Brea to laugh. "And now you laugh at me? Now your in for it." Dom charged at Brea and picked her up, spinning her around. (a/n: aww...how cute...fluff! XD)

"Dom! Put me down!" Brea demanded between laughter.

"Not until you apologize for laughing at me." Dom said, still spinning, but not nearly as fast.

"I'm sorry for laughing at you." Brea said and Dom stopped, returning her to the ground. "But it was still funny." Dom made to grab Brea again, but Raoul made his presence known with a cough.

"Dom, stop flirting with Brea, we need to get going." He said, a mischievous grin worming it's way across his face.

"We weren't flirting. Dom was just being...Dom." Brea said, blushing slightly and staring at the ground. She promised herself she was going to keep things between her and Dom strictly friendly, nothing more.

He started it... Brea thought to herself.

"And Brea was being mean." Dom said with an over enthusiastic nod.

"Was not." She grumbled, pushing him out of the stall.

"Dom, we need to go." Raoul said persistently, watching while his niece and sergeant hugged good-bye. It was much more than a friend-to-friend hug and the two of them were being completely stupid.

"See you in a few weeks, Brea. I promise." Raoul kissed Brea on the head and hugged her one last time, before leaving the stables altogether, a rather sad-looking Dom, following.

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Brea sighed and rolled over, punching fluff back into her pillow. It was the third night during the week when she had been unable to fall asleep; she wasn't sure how much longer she could last on the training field, especially since Buri had started bringing in new people and she was to help train them. It had also been a week since the King's Own had left.

"This is unbelievable." She grumbled, tossing and turning some more. After ten more minutes of settling and re-settling herself, she finally got comfortable and pretty soon, she was within the clutches of the sandman.

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Brea's dream self drifted over a small fire, some thirty odd men huddled around it. All of them looked tired and worn-out, wearing raggedy and mud splattered blue and silver tunics. It felt to real to be a dream, but that's what she was almost certain it was.

"Sir, their coming." Said a tired voice; to Brea it sounded familiar. Dom? As what he said registered to the other men, they began moving quietly, banking the fire and ridding their horses of any extra belongings they wouldn't be needing.

"Alright men, this might be the only time we will catch them off guard." Raoul said, running a hand over his tired features. "I didn't think there would be this many men, it was foolish of me and I risked all of your lives by doing it."

"It's okay sir, we still love you." Said one of the men, clapping Raoul on the shoulder, causing everyone else to laugh quietly.

"Well, let's try to catch these bandits by surprise and hopefully we'll be home by tomorrow evening." The men disbanded and moved quietly, either mounting horses or slinking into the woods.

Even though Brea wasn't really there, and to her, this was all just a dream, she waited just as breathlessly with the men.

In a blink of an eye, the fight started, and instantly, several bandits fell, but not without one man of the King's Own.

And just when Brea thought it would end, it just got worse. She saw Dom shot in the shoulder with an arrow and tried to cry out to him, but reminded herself it was ONLY a dream.

But it felt to real...like every man she saw fall, was really dying...something that real couldn't be a mere dream...

Raoul felt his horse lurch to a stop, the rear and sent him flying; he land on his backside with a groan. He was getting far to old for this. Three bandits advanced on him and he struggled to his feet, prepared to fight them off.

He promised Brea and Buri he would return in one piece and he wasn't really one to break promises...

Raoul had slain two of them, and the last one was giving him quite the fight, but nothing he couldn't handle. The bandit gave him a toothless grin and charged at Raoul with a growl. The knight ducked to the side, but not fast enough; the tip of the sword bit into his side, drawing blood.

Brea winced, seeing blood and trying to convince herself that it wasn't real, just her imagination. Shaking her head, she tried to wake herself up from the dream turned nightmare.

"Your mine now." The bandit said and with another swing of his sword, Raoul was slain.

"Uncle Raoul!" Brea shouted, waking herself up.

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Brea woke with a cry and sat up, trying to shake the image of her uncle being killed, from her head. The dream had felt so real to her, like she was actually there during the fight.

But it was only a dream...right?

Shaking, she lay back on her bed, trying to fall back asleep; she finally managed it, only to wake up ten minutes later. Aggravated, Brea stood up and began dressing for the day; the dream still didn't sit well with her.

"Brea?" Buri called out as she knocked on the door and opened it.

"Coming." Brea called as she finished lacing up her boots. The older woman sighed and leaned against the doorframe, wondering what in the world Jon and Thayet had to tell her and Brea. "What do you need?"

"The king and queen need to speak with us." Buri mumbled and Brea felt like a brick had been dropped in her stomach. "You alright?" She asked, putting a gentle hand on Brea's shoulder.

"I'm fine." She mumbled. "What do they need?"

"I don't know." They both started down the hall towards the meeting office. Brea remained silent during the entire time, not trusting herself to speak. What she had seen had only been a dream, right? It couldn't have been the truth. She didn't have a single drop of magic in her, and there was no way she could've seen that without the help of some sort of magic.

"Breanna, are you with us?" Asked King Jonathon, his deep, yet gentle voice, jolting Brea from her thoughts.

"Yes, your majesty." Brea mumbled and ducked her head, focusing on her lap.

"We got word from someone that the men who rode out last week, have been well..." Jon trailed off, choking back tears that stung his eyes. "They were heavily outnumbered and unfortunately most of them were killed, only six survived."

"Was Raoul one of the ones to survive?" Buri asked, praying that he was. Brea chanced a look at the king and saw him shake his head no. Instantly, she felt like she had been punched in the stomach and she couldn't breathe.

He was really gone...

No...that couldn't be true, something had to be wrong. The king just had to be wrong. Uncle Raoul couldn't be dead.

You know he's right. A little nagging voice in the back of her mind said.

"I have to go." Brea murmured and stood to her feet; the room swayed and rocked beneath her feet, and she fainted.

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Yes I know...all of you probably hate me for killing Raoul and I really didn't want to, because he's my favorite person out of all of the books, besides George.

I would still love to get some reviews on this...XD