Another day had passed on the island, but Zed was still not at full recovery. Syndra had changed the bandages every day for him while he lay unconscious in the bed she had made for him, trying not to stare at her, or even look her in the eye.

"Done."

Zed had hardly felt anything touching him, forgetting where he was momentarily, sending him briefly into shock. He shot up, eyes darting around the room. Syndra leant forward to stop him panicking.

He grabbed her shoulders and squeezed hard, not realising now much strength had returned to him.

"I need to get back to the order. I need to get back. What if they were attacked? Are they capable of holding anyone off by themselves? I need to leave!"

"Please calm down! You're not-"

Zed had pushed her out of the way, attempting to make run for the door.

"STOP."

Syndra was pissed, and Zed could really sense this in her sudden echoed voice, switching from sounding like a normal human being, to this.. Sovereign.

She hovered above the floor, holding her signature pose; arms outward, holding spheres, legs dangling from her body, and her chin held up high. She had a further 8 spheres floating around her, all moving at a fast pace, and avoiding collision with care and detail.

"DO NOT DEFY ME." Her voice was on par with Zed's shouting, except her voice, definitely echoed louder than Zed's voice ever could.

The amount of power that was suddenly entered the atmosphere scared Zed into bowing down before her, and apologising.

He lowered his head. With his forearm resting on one knee, and the other arm behind his back, and with his other knee on the floor, Zed was being incredibly respectful.

"I'm sorry."

"It's ok!" Syndra had lowered herself back down to the ground, the spheres had disappeared, and her voice turned to her normal, sweet sounding voice.

Zed collapsed on the floor, face first.

"Why am I such a fool?" His voice sounded muffled.

Syndra walked over to him, gently, and helped him off the floor, and on to a nearby cushion. There was a comforting silence for a few moments, whilst Syndra held by the shoulders, checking him over to see if he was alright, and as she was checking the old, scarred skin on his face, he said -

"Zed."

"Huh?"

"You asked me what my name was yesterday.. It's Zed."

Syndra stopped checking the scars. She had her hand on his cheek, not quite cupping it, but enough to make Zed feel welcomed and comforted, and enough to make Syndra feel like she was creating some kind of synergy.

"Zed.. I like it." She whispered, softly.

"I just.. I just want to thank you. For everything. The food, the bandaging.. The home. Thank you, Syndra."

The question have never burdened her mind, but she finally decided to ask it anyway.

"How.. How did you know my name?"

Zed exhaled heavily, dreading the thought of Syndra turning back into the dark, terrifying soverign that he witnessed minutes ago.

"I was.. Sent to assassinate you. You see, Syndra.. I am an assassin. I'm known to Ionia as the 'Master of Shadows', as I know the old ways of the shadow arts.. It pains me to say this, you've been so kind to me an-"

She kissed him.

She, kissed him.

Silencing him.

Making him surrender to her.

His eyes lit up. The kiss was delicate. So delicate, Zed wasn't sure if she had even touched him at first. Syndra was leaning infront him. His legs were crossed, arms in his lap, and she was kneeling infront his him. She lifted up her free hand to his face, cupping his jaw, and feeling the strong line that it made. They released themselves from each other, only to look one another in the eye and kiss again. This time, Zed took control.

He lifted his arms to hold Syndra's waist, using her as a kind of leverage to hoist himself up above her. Still kissing, their tongues met. Dancing, and playing wildly as he picked her up, holding one arm on the small of her back, and the other on her butt. He squeezed her cheek, which made Syndra push her chest forward into Zed's. It made him all the while happier as her breasts slowly pushed against him. He leaned down in front of the bed, and slowly let Syndra down, releasing each other from the kiss.

The realisation hit them, and they slowly jerked away from each other. Both red faced, and slightly embarrassed. Syndra stood up, and walked passed Zed as he was still kneeling on the floor in front of the bed with his head downwards, almost, like he had been defeated.

Neither of them said a single word. She quietly left, and he didn't move.

"Nice going! You messed up." The shadow blurted out, almost upsetting Zed.

"I pushed her too fast." He fell face forward into the bed in defeat, realising his obvious mistake.

"I should have just waited another day. I hardly know her." His voice was muffled, and sounded slightly forced.

"Zed, this is very unlike you. I never knew you were.. So interested in women." The shadow laughed, and kneeled opposite Zed. It lifted his chin upwards.

"This is all still a learning curve for you, isn't it, Master of Butts?" The shadow laughed even harder, making Zed punch it in the stomach.

"Shouldn't you be, I don't know, disappearing? It's getting late, and I'm quite tired."

"If you wish, Master of.."

Zed glared at the shadow, almost killing it with the sharp, narrowed eyes his was projecting. The shadow coughed, and resumed his sentence with a respectful tone.

"..Shadows."

It twirled into a spiral, and sunk into the floor. The shadow itself spread all across the room, but some of the darkness went to up Zed's body, and into his heart. Reminding him of of close the Shadow always was, and always will be.

He dared not to try and leave again. Seeing Syndra with such authority terrified Zed. The feel of true, born power made him shiver, making him realise how soft she was being at their first encounter, but even then, the power she gave off made him weak with restraint and fear, it even made him feel cold, something Zed had assumed people of the Freljord were only capable of.

He lay down in bed, and pulled the thin sheet over him, up to his chest. He tried to sleep, but couldn't, fearing what was happening back at the institute.

All night, Syndra tossed and turned in her bed. Although it was as comfy as she wanted it to be - several pillows and a single, thin blanket, she could not sleep. She feared that the her earlier outburst of energy scared Zed too much. Even after she pulled away from the kiss, she swore to herself that she saw fear in his eyes. She rolled over, now facing the door. Without hesitation, she stood up and headed outside.

Neither of them were asleep, and Zed didn't know what to do or where to go. If her were at home, at the order, he would consult his best tactician, whom of which it seemed, never slept. But Zed wasn't at the order now, so he settled for another night of sleeplessness; until Syndra walked through the door.

A/N: Thanks everyone for reading this, I've gained a substantial amount of views in the past 2/3 days, it makes me happy ^-^ I hope you all enjoy the general direction of the story, but I do feel like it's being dragged out a bit now, so the next chapter will be the last of these first few days of encounters, then I will timeskip a few months. Thanks for reading! Don't forget to leave reviews! If you want something to happen, tell me! And yes, it can be a sex scene ._.