Monday, September 13, 2010

Part 52 by Tessa

Laurel sat away from camp in the dark contemplating all that had happened.  "I can't believe that happened to Kyrian.  It's all my fault.  If I hadn't been so selfish she wouldn't have to die again and Thomas and her could be together.  Oh, why do I always think about myself and what I want?"  she whispered.
"It's not your fault."  Landlion said as he sat down next to her.
"Yes, it is.  I didn't have to ask her to do this.  If I would have left her out of it we all would be okay."  she sobbed.
"Kyrian doesn't blame you."  he said holding her close as she cried into his shirt.  When she had no more tears to cry she lifted her face, the tears making little paths on her cheeks.
"Are you scared?"  she asked turning her eyes to him.

He looked into her inquiring eyes, shining with tears and moonlight.  "Yes, I am."

"Kyrian!"  Mintara yelled across the sea of soldiers, healers, elves, and horses.  Kyrian nodded and headed through the crowd.  "Kyrian, you have to lead these troops.  Landlion is taking over the soldiers on horseback but no one has these."
"Okay, so Landlion has horseback, I have archers and foot soldiers on the east side and Thomas as the west side, and Laurel fights wherever she is needed the most.  Where are you?"  she asked.
"I've gathered a group of wizards who have at least a minute sense of magic.  Very frustrating.  They all are beginners and most not that great but I have secured a few with talent.  We'll stand somewhere where we can see each part and help with our magic."
"Mintaaaara!  Little help please?" yelled a young blond girl.
"As I was saying, they don't know very much.  I'll talk to you later."  Mintara said exasperatingly before walking off to help the other wizard.  Kyrian shook her head.
"Where in over our heads with this job.  I don't know how we will get ready before tomorrow."  Kyrian headed back toward her parents house.  "Maybe my mom is ready now."  she thought tears glistening in her eyes.  She tried to compose herself before she met anyone but failed.  Thomas ran up beside her.
"Kyrian I know that you---are you alright?"  he asked concern written all over his face.
"I'm fine."  she snapped harsher than she meant to.  At his hurt face she said "I'm sorry.  I've been on edge all day."
"Let me know if I can help.  I'll be here for you Kyrian.  Never forget that."  he said letting go of her hand, which she hadn't noticed he was holding.  She watched him disappear in the forest.
"Was I right to say no?"  she questioned herself.  "Stop!  You said no and that's it.  You don't want to hurt him more than you already have."  she disciplined herself but she knew she was hurting him more by saying no.  There was her parents house.  She squared her shoulders and walked in.
"Mom?  Dad?  Are you here?"  she said peeking around the doorframe.
"I'm over here Kyrian."  her father said stepping out of the bedroom.
"Is she---okay?"
"No, she was crushed past repair when you---died.  I don't think she'll ever be right.  But you never know.  Go try again."  He said and walked out the door, shoulders quivering as he tried to hide his tears.

Kyrian tip toed into the room where her mother sat staring into space but seeing nothing.  "Mom?"
"Kyrian?"  Rachele asked with a hint of desperation in her voice.  "Is that you Kyrian?"
"Y-yes, it's me."  Kyrain had tears filling her eyes, threatening to overflow.
"No it can't be you.  You died!  Stop leave me be!  You're gone!"  Rachele screamed eyes wide as she backed away.  Kyrian came forward and wrapped her arms around her.  Rachele screamed and tried to struggle out of Kyrian's arms but soon slumped in defeat.
"Is it really you?"
"Yes, I love you."
"I love you too Kyrian." she said and laid her head on her shoulder and cried.


Emily Ann said...

Aww. This post makes my heart happy. <3 I love it.

In Christ,

Tessa Brooke said...

There's a lot of crying in this chapter!

$Taylor$ said...

Looks like it's time for me to shake things up again! All this tender love stuff makes me sick! lol =D Mwahahahahahahahaha!!!! Hey, come on, what would you do without an evil writer to keep things interesting? =D

Emily Ann said...

What are you going to do now Taylor? Kill every one? JK.

I am getting a little tired of this mushiness... do something good. -evil laugh-

In Christ,