This is still part of what I originally posted... I have done another read over trying to correct mistakes and what not... no more Garion, still embarressed by that one.

Chapter Two:

It had been hours since leaving Candlekeep and Garion had not spoke a word. The many stars glittered in the sky and the sounds of the forest had Katriel almost dancing. It had its own beat and song... compared to Candlekeep. Garion had once that elves apparently could tune into the spirit of the world around them, she had always assumed it was a romantic myth or something inside her was broken; yet right now she believed she could almost feel this connection that was before her feet ached and became blistered.

She was still completely invisible to the outside world and she knew she had to keep up with Garion or who would continue without her and wouldn't know till to late she was missing. Garion raised his arm in the air his expression serious as he raised his arms towards Katriel her body froze. He had caste a 'hold' spell. More than one time she had wished to be as quick as Garion was with his spell preparation and incantations were close to silent... it had taken him years to develop the art.

Three figures crept out of the fog. Large armoured figure walking in the centre of the group his sword glinting cruelly. And helmet with cruel steel horns sticking out. The moon light shed a little light on his face where demon like red eyes gleamed back. Katriel heart froze like the rest of her was as she stared at the group and Garion whose expression was still calm and relaxed.

"Hand over your ward, Old man" The figure demanded.

"I don't see anybody else, maybe this is the wrong guy" One of the henchmen muttered towards the armoured figure in the middle, his gaze never leaving Garion.

"The whelp is here, he wouldn't risk leaving her unprotected" He smirked. "Hand over your ward there is no need for you to die, old man."

Garion lifted his staff up in preparation, a powerful glow radiated around him. A powerful fireball exploded, killing the two ogres, lightning killing the female rogue only leaving the Armoured figure... Garion was winning. He caste spell after spell as the armoured figure shrugged the spells off, barely harmed.

The shimming aura began to fade, dimming until it was gone. He had used all his spells, holding the staff high he took a quick swipe at the figure, who was smiling cruelly lifting his curved sword high in triumph.

The hold spell slowly wore off, releasing Kat to drop to the ground tears streaming down her face. The lifeless figure of Garion lay twisted on the ground stained by his blood. Littered around him were the bodies of the henchmen. Tiryns flew out of her hood surveying the situation.

Do you think they have anything good on them? He commented before poking his tiny head into deceased ogre cloak.

Kat moved herself beside Garion, staring as the images of him being cut down still vivid in her mind, replaying over and over.

Eww... mouldy bread. I thinks it's been here for weeks, it even has a layer of grass on it, give it another week and it will grow legs and run off

Katriel closed her eyes.

Hey a ticket to a play in Baldur's gate "Icewind Dale" the truth behind the myth... can we go, please, please, please Circling around Katriel.

"Do you even understand what has just happened? I don't care about checking pockets, I don't care about mouldy bread and I don't care about bloody plays. Just leave me alone" Kat snapped swatting her hand at the small dragon.

Tilting his head and floating just out of Katriel's reach blinking his big opal like eyes.

Are you in mourning then?

"Yes"

Why?

"He has my father... and now his gone"

The old one had little time left; human's lives are very short

"That doesn't stop me missing him any less"

Very well, if you insist, but sitting here watching a dead man decompose is not healthy

Tiryns settled upon Kat's shoulder and started to hum an eerie tune.

Katriel stayed by Garion's side until the sun had started to rise. Standing up solemnly, she got to work collecting sticks and foliage to create a pyre before dragging Garion's body.

You know I'm a fairy dragon right! I don't have fire breath how are you planning to cremate him?

"I'm a mage remember" Kat mumbled raising her hand. Realizing what she planned Tiryns quickly left her shoulder and hid behind a nearby tree.

Magic always seemed unusual to Kat, it was the process of recalling memorized spells in a section of her mind... in fact she could recall the actual scroll word to word... but once the spell had been cased the scroll in her head burned away until she had rested. But as a wild mage the energy within the world sometimes reacted in unpredictable way... Karin once said that the weave has its own plan and there is always a purpose to these wild surges... Kat didn't believe him what would be the purpose of instead of enhancing strength she turned the other student into a rabbit, he was much cuter in rabbit form.

Taking a deep breath... please no surge, please no surge. As she casted burning hands covering Garion until had was no more.

You actually did it

"You sound surprised"

Well you only have a 50% success rate going, I expected you to go in flames rather than him

"Thanks for the vote of confidence and it's not that bad"

Tell that to the professor with two extra arms

Tiryns floated back towards Kat and curled himself around her shoulders.

"Heya, I have been looking everywhere for you, I thought you would have caught up with me earlier" A cheerful voice stated as Imoen cleared a way though some bushes.

"Imoen? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in Candlekeep."

"pish posh, and let you have all the fun, no way" Imoen grinned settling herself on a log, she gently nudged a dead ogre with her foot.

"aww I missed out on killing some ogres, that sucks" she sulked. "So where's the old fuddy duddy?"

Kat pointed towards the burnt pyre, Imoen's eyes grew wide.

"Oh I'm so sorry. How did it happen?"

Katriel relayed the story from the night before quietly refusing to look at anyone. Tiryns nudged his head against her cheek.

"They wanted me; the bastards didn't have to kill him" She growled.

Imoen moved next to Kat.

"We will get them, Kat, I promise"

"We?"

"Hell yeah we. Do you think I am going to let you go off on your own? Regardless you're my friend and I liked Garion. So don't you dare try to get rid of me!" Imoen grinned before dragging Katriel up from the log.

"So let's see what these brutes have on them" Imoen started to rummage through the henchmen pockets.

See you always raid dead guys you never know what they have on them.

"Doesn't that seem a little disrespectful?"

The little dragon shrugged. They don't need them anymore.