Post by jazzyjess on Feb 19, 2010 11:50:32 GMT 10
Title: Per Perdere
Rating: PG
Length: 306
Competitor: Owen
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: “In order to lose.” Letting go always hurts.
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“You won’t leave me, right?”
Kel looks down at her friend, and he is clutching her hand even as his eyes stare blindly at the ceiling. She hates it when the enemy discovers new weaponry, and the exploding keg of stones is something she cannot fight. Had she known better, she never would have asked Owen to check the keg – but she hadn’t had her griffin feathers, hadn’t seen the ripple of magic around the rim of the pot, designed to detonate the moment anyone touched it.
Now there is a hole in his head the size of a copper bit and while the stone had had only scraped his brain cartilage, he has bled through too many bandages and it will take them too long to reach a proper healer.
“I can’t do anything,” Neal had said, staring at their friend with a look of horror on his handsome face. “I don’t have the skill. If my father – if I had stayed at the University – ” There are so many ways to say if-only and for once Kel can’t bring herself to refute them. “He is going to die, Kel, and he’s only had his shield since Midwinter.”
“Could we make it to the fort by nightfall?” Kel whispers, and when Neal shakes his head, she tells herself that she can’t cry. She must stay strong for her friend.
Together they make him comfortable as best they can, Neal supplying a magical fire to counter Owen’s uncontrollable chills, and Kel wiping the sweat from his face with a clean handkerchief. They are the only three at this post, and though Neal has been scrying for help, he can’t get through to the mages at Mastiff.
“You won’t leave me?”
“No,” she whispers, leaning forward to rest her head against his shoulder. “I won’t leave you.”
Rating: PG
Length: 306
Competitor: Owen
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: “In order to lose.” Letting go always hurts.
-
“You won’t leave me, right?”
Kel looks down at her friend, and he is clutching her hand even as his eyes stare blindly at the ceiling. She hates it when the enemy discovers new weaponry, and the exploding keg of stones is something she cannot fight. Had she known better, she never would have asked Owen to check the keg – but she hadn’t had her griffin feathers, hadn’t seen the ripple of magic around the rim of the pot, designed to detonate the moment anyone touched it.
Now there is a hole in his head the size of a copper bit and while the stone had had only scraped his brain cartilage, he has bled through too many bandages and it will take them too long to reach a proper healer.
“I can’t do anything,” Neal had said, staring at their friend with a look of horror on his handsome face. “I don’t have the skill. If my father – if I had stayed at the University – ” There are so many ways to say if-only and for once Kel can’t bring herself to refute them. “He is going to die, Kel, and he’s only had his shield since Midwinter.”
“Could we make it to the fort by nightfall?” Kel whispers, and when Neal shakes his head, she tells herself that she can’t cry. She must stay strong for her friend.
Together they make him comfortable as best they can, Neal supplying a magical fire to counter Owen’s uncontrollable chills, and Kel wiping the sweat from his face with a clean handkerchief. They are the only three at this post, and though Neal has been scrying for help, he can’t get through to the mages at Mastiff.
“You won’t leave me?”
“No,” she whispers, leaning forward to rest her head against his shoulder. “I won’t leave you.”