Author's Note: Thanks for the interest so far. Here is another prompt. #3: Fading Away

So, I was thinking. This is a bit late, considering I'm on the third prompt and all, but, should I do the rest of these (staring from this one) as a story? Or should they just remain ficlets?

To The Lady Grace: I appreciate your comment about Kel and I want to mention it on here instead of just pming you. Yes, Kel was very OOC there. She would have pushed it back and taken care of her duty to New Hope and the merchants and all that jazz. But, I made her all depressed because I felt like it. :P So, yes, you are right. I made her very out of character and I know it, hahah. Oddly enough, I'm glad you called me on it, though. Tehe.


Kel could feel time racing away. Her Ordeal was quickly approaching. Right now she didn't want to see her friends. She just needed peace and quiet before facing the Chamber. Which is why she was sitting in a dark pantry, eating off a plate she had begged from the kitchen.

As the time grew closer, Kel could feel her calm fading away. She tried focusing only on her food. It barely worked. She spent half a bell slowly eating her dinner.

The handle suddenly turning made her jump and nearly dump her plate on the floor. "Easy there, Kel," a very familiar voice said from the doorway. Kel felt her stomah flop as she looked up from a plate. Sure enough, there was the handsome Sergeant Domitan of Masbolle. "Sorry, I wanted to see you before you went off to become a knight."

"Wait, what are you doing here?" Third Company of the King's Own had been sent north. They had stayed behind when she and her knight-master departed for Corus. It had been a hard goodbye.

"Oh, you know, the servants know where everybody is. Just had to ask and they pointed you out." His playful smile dissolved when she scowled. He knew that wasn't what she meant. He sighed then said, "None of the men liked that we couldn't be here to see you prove all those conservatives wrong. So, they sent me to come. Only got in last night; had to take it easy on Starlight."

"Oh…" She glanced down at the plate in her lap as she banned a stupid grin from her face. When she could trust herself again she looked up. "And why are you in my pantry, exactly?"

Her heart thumped painfully when he stepped closer, pulling the door shut behind him. He was so close Kel could smell him. Her stomach was twisting itself into a knot and her heart was beating like crazy. She saw a flash of white teeth in the dim light as a soft smile spread over his face.

Dom knelt so that their eyes were at the same level. Carefully moving her plate the floor he said, "Kel, there's something you should know." He shifted slightly and covered her hands with one of his own. "I know about you and Cleon. I'm not stupid, anybody could see it… but that doesn't change how I feel about you, Kel." Her heart stopped. "I love you."

Then he was kissing her. His lips barely touched hers, as if he was waiting for her to reject him. He most certainly wasn't expecting her to kiss him back. "I love you, too, Dom." Her brow furrowed. "But, what about Cleon?" To be honest, he was already fading from her mind.


Author's Note: And remember, tell me if this should turn into a story. Keep in mind, if they did turn into a story it would be more of just chronological scenes that fit together than one continuing thing (like it might skip from this to their wedding to their kids instead of a story about how they tell Cleon). 'Kay? 'Kay. Tell me what you think.