A/N Heck yeah! two chapters in two days. let's go for three in a row! probably won't work though, I've got a lot on my mind. Sorry!

Something like me: Well your little voice got me writing again as soon as I read your review :D And yes she did. One time just wasn't enough, hehe.

moniquebowman: Haha, thanks, but I got it. I asked a friend of mine and he explained it. What's year 12? In the Netherlands we've got a different school system. We have Elementary school, class 1-8, then High school class 1-6 (depending on what level you are. I am in HAVO, don't mean to brag, but that's the second highest level. So I have 5 years. I'm in class 4.) Then you can choose a study. For me that would be or artschool (with dance and acting.) of forensic science. I'm rambling again. Sorry.

ScbaStv: Wow, first I make you yawn, now I make you jump up and down. but thanks. I was worried for that last fight scene. I didn't know how to start or end it. I'm glad you liked it.

cali101luvRA: Well thank you very much. I don't know why but I can't see your reviews in Fanfiction. (I can read them through email though) But thank you anyway. I do try.

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*evli glare from Halt*

Okay I don't own you, or any other character from the RA series. please don't hurt me. I've got coffee...

Chapter 6

May:

We left soon after coffee. We went inside the border post, but you could clearly see everyone left in a hurry. We're almost in Portdellath. just a few more miles. I remember these hills. My brother and I used to run free in these. No one would think it's strange if a wolf and a fox where running here. There are more wild animals here. Most of them only come out at night though. We reach the top of the hill and Gilan signals us to stop. From here we can see Portdellath. It always was a beautiful sight. There's something wrong.

"Do you see that?" He asks. Will stands up in his saddle and stares at the village in front of us.
"I see a village?" Will asks.
"Yes, but what's not there?" Gilan asks.
"Sound." I say almost silently.

"Exactly, we would be able to hear the smithy's. Especially with this wind. Another thing is missing. There's no smoke." Gilan says.
"Smoke?" Says Horace.
"Yes, smoke. It's late, a lot of people would have a fire running for something to eat." Gilan says. "Let's take a closer look." He sets off. Horace and Will follow him. I stay here, staring at the village I used to live in. My eyes go to the end of it and search for my old home. A little away from the other houses I see it. Exactly the same as always.

~Le flashback~

"Is this where we'll be living?" I ask my mother. I'm on a horse in front of her.
"Yes and this time we don't have to move anymore, as long as you control it." She says.
"I will. This is going to be great! I will make friends, and have fun. And you don't have to worry about anything, and we're all going to be happy!" I say happily.
"Yeah right. Like last time."
"Daniel. Do not speak to your sister like that!" Mother says.
"It's her fault we had to leave home the last time!" Daniel says.
"No it wasen't" I shout at him.
"Yes it was!"
"Nu-uh"
"Yeah- uh!"
"Shut it both of you."
"Yes father." Daniel and I say at the same time.
"It looks pretty. With all the smoke coming from the houses."

~Le end of flashback~

"May, are you coming?" Wills voice takes me out of my thoughts.
"Uh, yeah on my way." I say and I follow them.
We ride in silence. When we get to the village, it's deserted. Everything is empy. This is not how I remember it. There was always something going on. Children running through the streets. A mother calling for one. A blacksmith working on something. A master scolding it's apprentice. Now it's just quiet. Too quiet. Where is everyone? Will must have been reading my mind, because as soon as I thought it, he asked it.

"I don't know." Gilan says.
"Do you think they all died of an illness?" Will says.
"And where would all the bodies be? Melted in the sun?" Gilan says. One point for Gilan. When Will doesn't answer he contunues. "No everyone left. And I want to know why. We'll stay the night. Find a house that isn't locked."

"I know one." I say. Oh idiot, why would I know if I hadn't been here before? I just gave myself away.
"How would you know?" Asks Horace.
"I used to live here." I say. And I lead them to my old house.

It's strangely still intact. You'd think everyone here would've burnt it to the ground. I guess they didn't. I dismount hunter and walk to the front door. I reach up to the stanchion, but I can't reach it. I jump up, trying to snatch the key.
"Let me." Gilan says. I jump up. I didn't hear him. "Good to know I still got it." He smiles and gets the key from the stanchion. He hands it to me.
"Here you go." He says. I unlock the door and open it. I don't enter yet.

"What's wrong." I hear Gilan ask.
"Just memories." I mutter. "I'm going to take care of Hunter." I turn around, nearly crash into Gilan, walk around him and take Hunters reigns. I lead him to the small stabel behind the house. Fighting my tears on the way. Inside the stable I unsaddle Hunter and brush him. When I'm done, I get my mothers violin start playing a song. Song of a caged bird. I can't fight the tears anymore so I let them run freely. As soon as I opened the door memories I hadn't thought of in years came back to me.

~Le flashback~

"Mother" I'm running into the kitchen. "Mother, I'm back!" I went to the market to get some eggs.
"Put on the table sweetie." my mother says. "So do you know what you want for your birthday yet?" She asks. I'm turning 11 in a few days.
"Yes I know exactly what I want." I say with a huge smile on my face.
"Oh and what is this then?" My mother asks, also smiling.
"I want to learn how to play the violin like you do mother." I tell her.
"That is a wonderful idea, but you'll have to wait and see won't you." She says, almost singing the last part. My smile drops.
"Pease mom? Please?"
"Patiente my dear, patiente." Is all she has to say.

~Le end of flashback~

"That doesn't look, or sound like just memories to me." Gilan is standing in the doorway of the stable. "What's going on may."
"I told you, memories." I tell him. I stop playing and sit down. I hold my mothers violin tight to my chest. Gilan walks to me and sits down next to me. He wraps his arms around me.
"We'll be gone the next day. It'll be alright. I promise." He says. I bury my head on his shoulder.
"It's my fault. It's all my fault. We had to leave because of me." I say.
"Why is it your fault? I'm sure it isn't your fault." He says.
"Yes it was! I didn't look out to see if anyone was nearby. I let my guard down. I exposed my family. Because of me we had to leave this place. It is all my fault!" I say.

"Shh, hey, it's okay. I'm sure they forgave you a long time ago. And how could you have known anyone was watching you? Maybe he saw by accident." Gilan says.
"No, I know it was my fault. If we wouldn't have left then maybe Cahir..."
"No, none of that. No more ifs. Ifs are ridiculus. What if I was a purple with green bunny who's wearing a hat." Gilan jokes. I can't help it but laugh a little at the image.
"I see I got you laughing again." He says.
"A little. Thank you Gil." I say. He kisses me on top of my head.
"Anytime." He says. "Why won't you come inside. Show me around, and make sure Horace and Will don't wreck the place." He jumps to his feet and offeres me his han. I take it and he pulls me up. When I'm up, he doesn't let go, I'm still holding the violin in my other hand. Toghether we walk back to the house. When I'm at the door, I hesitate. Gilan squeezes my hand reassuringly.

"It'll be alright May." He says. I step inside and look at the hallway. It's a little dusty, but the same as always. A kitchen on the left, and a living room on the right. I walk to the living room, and sit besides the fireplace. Above it there's a family portrait of my parents, my brother and I.
"My father used to tell me stories here." I say. "Stories of, adventures, far away countries, brave knights. things like that."
"That must've been nice." Gilan says.
"It was." I admit. I walk to one of the windows in the room. I look outside and see the endless fields behind my old home. It has a rather large window frame and I sit on it.

"I used to look out over the fields over here. I fell asleep a lot like this." I sigh, I wish everything was the way it used to be. Simple. No complications. Will and Horace enter the room and see us standing. Will sees theviolin and asks.
"Do you play it?"
"A little, my other used to teach me in this room." I say.
"Oh, so you used to live here?" Horace asks.
"Yes, a while ago." I say.
"Can you play for us?" Will asks.
"Of course." I say, and I stand up. I bring the bow to the strings and play.
When I'm finished Horace, Will and Gilan clap. I make a mock bow and grin. Maybe this isn't as bad as I think it is. Maybe Gilan is right. Maybe it will be alright.

I'm wandering around the house. Will and Horace are cooking, Gilan went back into town to find any clue about what happened. I'm on the second floor, and pass my old bedroom door. I stop and stare at it. Would it be like I left it? I reach for the doorknob, then hesitate. It's like I'm affraid what I will find behind the door. Knowing that, that is stupid, I open the door and walk inside. Like I thought, it's just as I left it. A bed shoved in the corner, a small closet in the other. Next to my bed there's a small desk in front of a window. In the left bottom of it I put a mirror, I walk to it and sit in the chair. I open one of the drawers, and see what's inside. I pull it out and put it in front of me. My favorite ribbon. I thought I lost it. It's a deep green colour, I used to brait my hair and make sure it stayed like that with it. My mother taught me how to do it. I get up from my chair and walk outside. I run downstairs and search my bag for a comb. When I find it I run back upstairs and sit down again. I comb through my hair, which isn't easy, and try to get all the tangles out of them. When I do, I make two small braides from the front sides to the back, where I make one braid out of them. When I've got no hair left to braid I tie it with the green ribbon. I look up into the mirror, I can braid it without one I just want to see how it looks. A few stray strands frame my face, but the rest is pulled back. I used to wear it like this all the time. My mother said it looked great like this. Now I can see how much I look like her. There's a knock on my door.

"May? are you in there? Will's done cooking, you coming?" I hear Gilan say from the hallway. I put the stray strands behind my ears, and get up and walk outside, he's standing right in front of the door. His hand raised to knock. again.
"Wow, uhm, hi." He says. "Will made dinner." There's a long silence. After a while I can't take it anymore.
"What?" I ask him.

"Nothing, you just look really beautiful like that." He says. I blush and look down. The few strands of hair falling in front of my face. He put his hand under my chin and lifts it up. I look him in the eyes and he gives me a soft kiss on my lips.
"You are beautiful." He says.
"Hey! Are you two coming to eat of what?" Will shouts from downstairs.
"We better gat going then." Gilan says. He offeres me his arm and I take it. together we walk to where Will and Horace put some plates and a pot with some stew.

"I'll take the first watch." I offer. We had dinner, and it was getting late. Gilan nods and gets up.
"Good idea. Wake me up in a couple of hours, I'll take over from you, There are enough bedrooms for everyone of us." Gilan says before he leaves. "Goodnight."
Will and Horace both get up too. afther they say goodnight, they're gone too. Now there's no one left but me and my memories. Let's hope I survive the night. I walk to the living room and sit in front of the fireplace. From here I can see through the windows if anyone approaches us. I spent a lot of time here, in the exact same spot.

"You look like her you know."
"Horace, I thought you went to sleep." I say, turning around. Horace stands at the doorway.
"Yeah I couldn't sleep. Too many creepy nioses." He says.
"I had to get used to them too." I admit.
"Why did you have to leave this place anyway?" He asks.
"People thought we where sorcerers." I shrug. "We left Celtica before they could put us on the fire stack. We had no choice." I stare in the fire remembering that particular day.
"What happened?" Horace asks. He sits next to me.

"It's not a day I'd like to remember..."

A/N I'm evil to cut you off there. but to be honest. I have no idea how to write the next chapter... I only have a small part in the middle. nothing else. I will post as soon as I can. Now I gotta go. I have a presentation for Dutch tomorrow. How colours influence your emotions. pretty fun, though I don't like speaking in front of people... Wish me luck!

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