Centri: Alright everyone, it's going again. Thank a certain friend of mine who threatened me for that. But, as I found out while writing it, I've got my muse for it back, or, at least, the 'I want to write it' part. The next chapter is already in the writing, too, so the wait shouldn't be super long. Have fun reading :)

Disclaimer: I own Rahne and Devon. xxbluewingsxx owns the name Kaliria. Those are the only things owned by writers on fanfiction.

Rescue Via Devon

The scene replayed through her weary, confused, and aching mind, and, just as the picture went black, her eyes shot open. The sudden light burned her pupils and she resorted to squinting as she looked around. The room had many windows, but all of them were barred. She may as well have been in a prison cell with no windows, considering the room had no furniture, and was made completely of stone.

Her wrists, she could feel, were chaffed from rope bonds, as were her ankles. Both of the before mentions parts were still tied. Well, that can be fixed easily. She thought to herself, sparks flying from her fingers and burning the ropes on her wrists and ankles away, before she even called on them, like she usually had to do.

The quickness how fast it had happened, how fast the fire had obeyed, didn't bother her right now, even though it should. The gag from her mouth was the last to go, and she froze out of surprise and shock as calloused hands helped her untied the tight knot holding the bandana in place. As she turned to one who'd helped her, the figure raised a finger to his lips, a sign for silence. He was tanned fairly dark from the sun, and his black hair fell clumsily over his eyes, which were a cold, icy blue, that was somehow comforting at the same time. The shock broke when he grabbed her wrist, dragged her to her feet, and pulled her through a tunnel and into a vast series of dim, dank passageways.

Their footsteps echoed, but stayed unheard by whomever they were running from as they sprinted through the tunnels. After what seemed like hours, but was truthfully ten minutes, of this, the pair burst into the moonlight of the outside world. The boy, who about her age, let go of her wrist, and trusted her to follow, as he continued at a jog, but she paused.

"Come on. We haven't got much time before they realize." He told her, as he stopped to wait. She was confused and out of breath, but nodded and followed. Through panting breaths, he called over his shoulder to her, "We'll take a break in those trees, so we can at least hide if they catch up."

It made sense, so she forced herself to keep running until they reached the grove. After catching a bit of breath so that she was at least able to speak, she began to interrogate him, though she only got through a single question. "Who are you?"

"Name's Devon." He replied, sounding somewhat bored; though it was obvious he'd been expecting questions.

Sounds familiar… She thought to herself as he took a breath to continue.

"Goodwin and Tunstall sent me to help-" He was cut off as her mood changed instantaneously.

"Well, I didn't need your help! I didn't need anyone's help, and even if I did, Kyp would've helped me." She retorted, turning somewhat hostile, though it could be expected, considering she'd just been knocked unconscious and kidnapped and her dogs hadn't bothered to come after her themselves, and Kyp had abandoned her at the same time.

He paused, hoping she'd calm down. "Who's Kyp?" He asked quietly, grabbing a few small berries from a bush nearby, looking over them, then handing them to her, as a peace offering.

She stared at them a minute, then relaxed, smiling a bit, and took them. "Kyprioth, the trickster god of the Copper Isles. He's taken a liking to stalking me." She informed Devon, popping the berries into her mouth.

"Oh" He was obviously still confused, frowning a bit as he tried to figure it out for himself. After a few minutes, he got up, reaching down to help her, though she ignored his hand and got up herself. They continued on silently, at a fair paced walk, stayed within the trees until they had to leave the shelter of the shadows.

"I figured it would be you who was causing my nose to itch." The all too familiar, haughty voice of Kyprioth himself came from behind them.

"What do you want?" Rahne growled, not even glancing over her shoulder to see today's outrageous outfit.

"Touchy today, are we?" The god drawled, trailing behind them.

"You didn't bother to warn me, so I've got a right to be." She responded instantly, her tone suggesting she was angry with him.

"I didn't see him." He was practically begging for forgiveness in that statement, but it was in vain.

"Like hell you didn't!" Rahne spun to glare at him.

"I think I'll leave now." He said quickly, before disappearing, not wanting to have his new clothing to get scorched.

She began grumbling incoherently, and turned back to following Devon, who was trying hard not to smile. He didn't have to attempt that long though, as a dagger whistled past them.

And that was the start of the 're-capture' plan. A band of people, who were dressed like thieves and bandits, shot out from some nearby bushes at them, armed with similar daggers to the one stuck in the ground. Devon drew his own dagger, and began blocking and dodging with a fair amount of ease, and Rahne was forced to simply dodge and hope that she could keep it up until Devon could help her.

Then, a single man ended up cutting her arm, and the tables started to turn. Her eyes changed in a flash, the irises flickering into a bright, flame-colored red-orange, the pupils becoming a flickering blue, like a fire does when it's fairly hot.

"What was that for?" Her voice was cold and hollow as it rang across the plain. In fact, it was down right not human.

The attackers froze at the sound of it, especially as it was accented with the whoosh of a flame beginning to burn in the air. They stared, before, like a herd of terrified horses, fleeing, as fast as they could, yet not quite as graceful. Rahne simply smirked and stared after them, the flame disappearing.

"Rahne?" Devon asked tentatively, a bit nervous.

"Who are you talking to?" The distant voice echoed back, the demon eyes shifting around to stare directly at him.

It was unsettling, but he was persistent to get the Rahne he had known for the past little while back. "You, Rahne." He replied bluntly, repeating her name in hopes it would help.

She blinked, and her eyes switched back to normal, her smile fading into a confused frown. "What just happened?" She queried.

Devon was about to tell her, when she began to waver. He caught as she fainted, shaking his head and picking her up bridal style. "Those two so owe me." He muttered, as he set off again, stashing his dagger away.