BsE, Short History of Scott

Scott Channers stood relaxed, his sword tip resting on the ground. He had to pass this test to graduate into a full mercenary and to get out from his fathers shadow. His mother killed herself when he was fifteen, leaving him to be raised by the abusive drunk.

As time moved on the abuse from his father moved from verbal to physical, Scott had lost count of how many times his old man had sent him to the healers. This fight with Jyro Skelts would be his last obstacle. “Fight!” The voice of the Head Mercenary boomed.

Scott waited for Jyro to make the first move, and he was not disappointed. Jyro rushed forward, but before the sword could pierce him, Scott brought his own blade up and parried the stroke.

As his opponent came at him again Scott stepped to the left of Jyro, creating a red aura around himself with a quick circle, however a small ball of fire flew form Jyro’s sword and hit Scott in the chest, before Scott had a chance to move the sword was thrust onto his chest plate then quickly removed.

You will never get anywhere, you are a useless boy His fathers voice thundered though his head. You a just some brat I got on a worthless woman, you are nothing. You will amount to nothing!

Blinded by rage Scott stood and fought back savagely against Jyro, his sword moving quicker then the eye could follow. Jyro was knocked flat on his back by the onslaught of Scott’s attacks, his arms so numb he could not lift his sword to defend himself.

Scott, with a sneer on his face, plunged his sword down and through Jyro, as soon as the point touched the ground the Magi transported the body with Scott’s sword still impaling it to the healers tent.

“Scott wins!”

Dropping to his knees Scott threw his head back and let out a triumphant yell, he had won his match, not only has he become a mercenary he proved to himself and everyone watching that he wasn’t useless.

“Come Scott, your new life awaits.” The Arch Mercenary stated kindly pulling Scott to his feet.

WT~ Chapter One

The sun was sinking and the birds were singing, so why was I feeling so low? Maybe it was because of my unhappy past or my uncertain future. You see I have never had a real home or a family. I was taken away from my mother and father, or should I say they were taken from me. The world we live in – Terra – has a mix of races animal magical and other beings.

However I am one of a kind, I am a Shape Shifter. Because of that fact the Ladies of the Sky who rule this land put a price on my head; one thousand gold coins to anyone who could catch me and present me to them in their city in the mountains. The Ladies of the Sky are all seven foot tall with hair as golden as the sun. The city in the mountains was said to be made of gold and that is why no matter where you were on this continent it shone like a beacon to all who sort their wisdom. They are the truth tellers, future seers and justice makers, they can see deep inside any, and know everything about those who stood before them. With their long hands and many jointed fingers, some would weave the patterns of our lives. To keep everything fair the Ladies of the Sky who weave kept themselves in seclusion and they were all my enemies.

Well before I was born the future seers had seen my coming, they knew not to whom I would be born, only that I would be arriving that night.

I was five when I first showed signs of being a Shape Shifter. While I was out collecting wood with my parents I had spied a rabbit bounding off into the undergrowth. I remember thinking how good it would be to do the same things as the rabbit when suddenly the forest became huge. I also remember being startled when my mother started screaming, I was about to run when I was picked up by my ears and my father was saying that I was a little girl and should once more become one. Night was descending and I had begun to feel hungry so I found the key deep inside myself and transformed back into a little girl. Little did I know at the time that one of the villagers had seen me transform back into myself.

The villager must have contacted the Ladies by crystal, as four weeks later I felt a shift in the air. My small mind quickly concluded that someone was coming to do me harm. I hid in the forest close to my house, I had barely transformed into a wolf when seemingly out of nowhere a group of Ladies appeared on the lawn. I learned later that they were a tracking and capturing team of the Ladies of the Sky. I do not wish to remember the rest.

I sighed as I pulled myself from the sad memories, there was no point dwelling on the past. Looking ahead I could see the lanterns indicating where the inn was and headed in that direction, I never enjoyed heading into civilization. Nevertheless, I could smell how ripe I was so it was time I reacquainted myself with a bath and some soap.

I could feel my footsteps dragging as the inn grew closer. It is hard to describe, even to myself, how much I want to be anywhere but here. However I continued, until reluctantly, I was standing at the door. Hesitantly I walked into the large wooden building making my way toward the counter. The man grimaced as he caught my smell before I could reach him.

“A room and a bath for the night, mistress?” He asked trying not to breathe

“How much will it lighten my purse Sir?” I confirmed nodding.

“Five pieces of silver,” He stated and I raised my eyebrows. “Alright three, but I will go no less.”

“Agreed,” I said handing over the coins, “Could my bath be ready as soon as possible?”

“Yes mistress, if you would leave your clothes out, my little Millie will take them and give them a good wash.”

“Thank you sir, what room can I use?” He handed me a key with a wink

“The one closest to the bathing room, my eldest Hanna is in there now helping another lady wash, she will help you with your hair if you would like that, Hanna loves washing and drying hair.” The innkeeper eyed my hair, it was in need of a good wash. I nodded to him and walked off.

Pulling a strand of my lank hair over my eyes, I studied it. It was another strange thing about me; my hair was white with large stripes of orange starting at my temples and stayed two fingers thick until the end of my hair, they were not bright orange, thankfully they were closer to a tigers’ orange colour.

BsE~ Chapter Four

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Roan paced his office, it seemed there was more to the uprising then originally thought. the meeting between the council had taken longer then expected. In the end He was allowed to send reinforcements.

A knock came at the door and straightening his shoulders Roan called out “Come in, I have been waiting for you.” A young man walked in stiffed backed. His short brown hair bouncing with each step as his eyes scanned the room.

“You sent for me my Lord?” He bowed formally.

Roan indicated the chair and took his own behind the desk. “Daniel we need your help, your brother has-” Daniel stood quickly his eyes now cold. “Yes, I have known all along that Scott is your brother, worry not as the only people who do are the three of us.”

Danial sat down once more tensed for the rest of the news as he watched his lord moving around the papers on his desk. “As I was saying, your brother has gone to sort out some unrest in Rorten, but there is more happening there then we first anticipated.”

Roan stood and began to pace once more. “His potential bond mate Jessica is with him, and her parents are adamant that we bring her back quickly. There has been some new development with her they are not telling me…” Roan stopped in front of Daniel looking down at him “Please I know you are yet unbonded and have no feelings for your brother, but if they are left out there something bad could happen.”

Daniel nodded standing, “I will leave now then.” He walked to the door stiffly.

“Daniel wait, take these.” Roan handed him some files. “you are allowed to take two people with you. Chose well and may the gods protect you.”

Daniel walked out of the office and quickly to his room, slamming the door shut he tossed the files on his bed before sitting at his desk and slamming his forehead against the thick wood. “Aah shit.”

“My lord Light?” A feminine voice called from the now open doorway. “My lord I have been ordered by Lady Juliene to assist you on your travels.”

“Who are you?” Daniel asked continuing to bang his head against the desk.
“My name is Alison Small My lord.” She replied lingering still in the doorway. “I was told to report straight to your rooms.”

“Lord Roan said-”

“Lord Daniel, I answer only to my Lady. I suggest if you have a problem with it I suggest you converse with her. Until she orders otherwise I am in your care.”

“Your room is over there.” Daniel pointed in the direction, “Get out.”

Daniel woke with a start, sitting up he scanned the room. It was as spartan as he liked it, the only decoration was a photo of his mother sitting on the bedside table. Amy Light, the victim of a brutal rape twenty-one years ago that resulted in conceiving a child. The man who did it, Adam Channers, the father of himself and Scott.

Daniel stood and stretched before picking up her picture, looking at it she saw a softer vision of himself. All but her eyes, Amy’s eyes had a hurt look lingering in them. That being said, she was the strongest woman Daniel knew and he loved and admired her for it.

Daniel walked into the office startling Roan who was crafting a letter at his desk. “Nathan and Victoria.” He stated drooping the files on the desk as Roans quill went flying.

“As you wish, I will call them right away.” He waved that the woman who followed Daniel into the room. She left and closed the door quietly.

Daniel paced the room clearly unhappy, “There are two conditions I require before fully accepting this assignment.” He stated his eyes cold and hard.

Roan leaned back on his chair, “And they are?”

“First I want double the pay for this assignment.” Daniel said still moving back and forth still. ” The second is I want to know why the Healer was placed with me.”

Roan fidgeted a little before becoming still, looking intensely as Daniel who was now still Roan steepled his fingers. “As you should know Daniel, no Mercenary is to go on a mission without a Healer. The choice was also not one I made, it was the Arch Master Healer who commanded thus.”

“Why are women in charge?” Daniel asked falling into a chair his hands gripping at his hair.

Roan looked out his window for a long time before quietly replying; “Not only do women keep us safe and alive on a battlefield they also bring forth new life. Even the Magi not just the healers save our butts from time to time.

“All women should be treated with honor and respect. They also need to be loved and cherished, I am sure you know a woman like that.” Roan looked away from the window and at the young man holding his head in his hands.

“You think Jessica fits into this? She is HIS potential bond mate, why should I stick my neck out for her?” Daniel mumbled.

“She is still a woman, even if she belongs to your brother for the moment. Jessica reminds me of my dear bondmate, you see this one time I went out for some drinks with a few friends, I was young and I didn’t bother telling her.

When I finally stumbled home as the light was coming up, I found my door locked and a barrier spell placed around it. My bondmate was up and she had made herself something to eat, she unlocked the door and dropped the spell and walked passed me without a word.”

Roan took a deep breath and looked out the window once more. “I could tell she was angry and upset… It took me almost a week to ask her what was wrong as she was more silent then normal. what she said surprised me deeply.”

Daniel looked up and watched Roan, the lines seemed to deepen on his face. “What did she say?”

“I said that I was so worried about him, and asked him to tell me next time he goes out as we have a great number of enemy’s that would kill us given the chance and for him to never leave me in the dark again.” Said a voice stepping into the doorway followed closely by Alison  “After we hugged and kissed I told him I loved him”

“I don’t get how Jessica fits into that story.” Daniel confessed.

“Jessica is… unique,” Roan said standing to move around to embrace Juliene. “Jessica was just like I was all those years ago… But she is something more, that’s why we need her here.”

In the silence a knock sounded at the door. “Enter” called Roan letting Juliene go.

“Nathan and my bondmate Victoria reporting sir. Lord Stevens and the Lady Perl informed us of what was needed to be done. Daniel, Alison, it will be a pleasure to work with the both of you.”

Daniel and Alison looked at each other and shrugged. with a last bow all four made there way out to the hall.

“Get packed meet me in the stables in ten minutes.” Daniel stated walking off.

Daniel set a fast pace as they left the grounds, after a few hours in the saddle they came across a camp site. Dismounting they all looked around, Daniel stepped a little apart from the group and crouched down, examining what he found in the dirt.

“Ranger, what do you think?” He addressed the tall, blonde well built man. “I cant make heads or tails out of it.”

Nathan stepped forward and bent close to the ground inhaling deeply. “They camped here… But there is also the stench of a voltar.” He then snorted.

“The horses where over here,” The willowy Victoria called in her suductively raspy voice as Daniel stood and walked around the little camp site.

Without any warning Daniel stiffened, sucking in a deep breath he horsely stated through clenched teeth “This spot feels wrong… Evil.”

Nathan and Victoria rushed over to the spot, hoping that their different magics would tell then why it felt wrong to Daniel. “Do you know what it is my mate?” Victoria inquired, “I can’t place it.”

“Lord Light knows what it is he is sensing,” Alison said from close behind them and they all turned towards her ready to ask questions. “Now is not the time though Ranger, bug twelve O’clock!”

Nathan acted reflexively and swung around drawing out his yo-yo type weapon, and with a flick of his wrist hit the bat like thing on it’s right wing. It’s jaws let out a hissing snarl as it fell to the ground. Victoria with he back against her mate’s, held her twig like want as more bugs circled around them, mumbling spells so quickly under her breath that it all sounded like a long mumble. Unfortunately the bugs were quicker then her lightning and no matter how quick she cast her spell the bug was slightly faster.

Alison buffed the group and healed all their minor hurts whipped her staff out and up knocking out a bug that was about to swoop down on her. “Daniel, we need you!” She called as she was pushed back by another bug trying to bite into her face, the only thing that was stopping it was the staff that Alison slammed into its gaping mouth.

Daniel shuddered slightly straightening from the slouch he had fallen into. Taking in the scene his eyes turned into slits. In one swift movement he unsheved his sword and ducked under the string of Nathan yo-yo and in a sweeping motion slit two of the bugs in half. With an ear splitting screech the bugs flew away, Daniel still not quite in his right mind snarled at the retreating monsters and threw his sword impaling one of them.

Nathan wrapped another in the string of his yo-yo and Victoria zapped it with her lighting. Alison somehow managed to dislodge the bug from her staff and with a strong heave slammed it into the ground where it no longer moved.
“I think we should make capm here tonight.” Alison remarked to no one in particular.

BsE~ Chapter Three

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The road north was barely recognisable as the party of two travelled along it. Vegetation was a scarce sight on these dusty planes, and Scott for one was glad not to be looking over his shoulder every few moments. Jessica clung to him, her hands no longer resting on his shoulders, but wrapped loosely around his waist. Her head resting between his shoulder blades, she seemed asleep as Scott lightly rested one of his hands on her crossed arms. A rock dislodging further along the road snapped his attention away from the woman at his back to the danger that was more then likely in the next dip of the road. He squeezed the arms he was just softly touching, Jessica instantly threw up all the defensive spells she knew around them and the horse before coming fully awake, and with only her little training staff her normal one being to large for the horse and passengers to manage.

“Nice work, that was extremely efficient of you, heal all of us and quick step, I fear we have met one of the five tribes.” Scott looked over his shoulder at the now white face of Jessica smiling grimly, “Not to worry, we are only surrounded.”

Suddenly Jessica squeaked, Scott faced forward yet again and in one fluid movement drew his dagger sweeping it so the arrow aimed for his breast was knocked sideways. A feral grin spread across his handsome face, transforming him completely. This was one man only the very brave or foolish would want to fight with. By the looks of the men surrounding them, these men were the latter.

“Get off” Scott ordered as his blood lust began to take hold. “Do your healing spells and try to keep out of the way.” Luckily, for Jessica he helped her dismount, pulling the staff from the ring connected to the saddle and handing it down to her.

Even in the state he was in, Scott was shocked to find the staff on the heavy side. He looked down at her as she grabbed it from him, she did not even seem to notice it. Having held Mariam’s countless times, hers was nowhere near as heavy as the one he passed to this girl. “Only use it to harm if you need to. Your life is mine for a year, remember that.”

Jessica nodded and backed into a large rock; standing straight, she pulled together her panic and twisted it into anger. “You remember Scott Channers; your life is truly in MY hands. You die on me I shall revive you then beat you to death myself!”

Scott’s smile widened, he knew what she was doing. He had done it himself when the first real fight came along, and a few times after. “Girl, if you die I will take a week to bring a healer to revive you. Then take my own pleasure in killing you once more!”

Jessica’s eyes were slits; she raised her staff and swung it back into the rock. A loud crack echoed around the clearing, then the sounds of crumbling rock. Although she spoke quietly, her voice carried to every man that was there

“Do not mess with me, I am hungry, I have no horse and I stink!” All the men plus a horse took a pace back shocked at her outburst. Then the would-be ambushers surged forward weapons raised, hate, lust and blood on their minds.

“I said DON’T,” Jessica swung her staff in a wide arc, the running men slowed then stopped altogether. The only things that moved on any of them were their eyes Scott dismounted. Rummaging through his saddlebags pulled out a long length of rope and systematically tied all their hands together.

Once his task was finished, he made his way slowly to where Jessica still stood, her beautiful face flushed with anger.

Reaching down slowly, he treated her as he would a skittish colt. Slowly with great patience, he took the staff from her hands and just as slow placed it on the ground. Straightening he placed his hands on Jessica’s shoulders, feeling the shudder that ran through her body he pulled her into his arms. Quiet unexpectedly her legs buckled the bottom half of Jessica’s body pressed against him, the top hanging over his arm. Holding this strong yet fragile woman Scott gently moved some hair covering her eyes, shocked and annoyed at himself he placed Jessica on the ground. Moving away he whistled to the horse it quickly trotted over to its master, Scott pushed the horse so it shielded her from the sun.

Still not in control of himself, he made his way to the now captives and knelt in front of where he got them to sit.

“What is the problem here?” He inquired of the first man “why the revolt?

“That is none of your business my Lord.” Scott scanned the group for brown sun-men to find the speaker. Spotting the healthiest one there Scott turned his attention to him. He was dark, like all his kind, with dirty long black hair flowing down his bare back.

“You are mistaken friend, I was paid to stop this little escapade of yours, and that woman who caught you with little effort is my bond-mate for a year.” He looked back at her laying in the shade of the horse.

“I am no friend of yours, Mercenary and I don’t give a damn about the woman.” He spat at Scott then, and before any of them knew what had happened wicked dagger was pressed tight against his throat.

“We know all about different sets of abilities mercenary, and that was no healers spell. That was a ranger’s Stop Step. You have a Ranger hidden somewhere near here that my men failed to see.”

“You are a fool, friend.” Scott’s voice was so low the group strained their ears to hear him. “There is no Ranger; you were beaten by a Healer, a little girl who just finished her training at school.”

“You will get nothing from us Mercenary, so it is pointless to try.” The man felt nothing as the dagger slit his throat cleanly, slumping forward he hit the ground with a solid thud. Scott looked around at the rest of the brown faces staring horrified at him, he smirked his handsome face twisting.

“Who will answer my questions?” He asked a deadly calm in his voice and he wiped the blade clean on the tattered remains of the dead man’s pants. A small rabbit like man squirmed where he was bound looking intently at the ground. Scott knew if pushed this man would break, but the little man was not ready to crack just yet.

“You,” Scott pointed to the man next to Rabbit making them both jump as he stood and walked through the men to get to them. Squatting in front of the second man, he flicked the dagger out nicking the man’s cheek. “Tell me, you pieces of scum, who ordered you into this revolt?”

Holding his bound hands to the cut on his cheekbone, the man shook his head pressing his lips together. Scott glared at the man his own lips thinning “I am losing my patience with you, tell me now or you get to meet your friend there in one of the ten hells.” Scott flicked his dagger again, but this tip cutting the man’s chin and pointing it over his shoulder at the dead leader. At the man’s flinch and Rabbits’, gasp his grim smile spread across his features once more.

“Well?”

The man once more shook his head and showing his teeth Scott stabbed the man through the heart. Slowly Scott turned his head to look at Rabbit, his feral smile still in place. With quick movements, he wiped the blade across Rabbits chest, giving a hollow laugh as the man wet himself.

“You tell me what I want to know and you will live. You refuse to say anything and…” Scott glanced at the body beside the terrified man. “That happens, so little Rabbit the choice is entirely yours.”

The man looked from Scott’s face to the dagger to the dead men. Taking a deep breath the man opened his mouth, before he could utter a word the man on the other right side of him yelled. “Don’t say any-” his own blood drowned out the rest of his words as Scott’s dagger was embedded in his neck. Scott reached past the Rabbit, noticing with detachment that the man shat himself. Giving a hard yank the dagger slid out leaving the man clasping his throat and gurgling. “You were saying?” he inquired looking at the terrified man once more.

“T-the m-man who hired us…” He stuttered then fell silent.

“Continue.” Death was on Scott’s’ voice and the little man knew it, so he took a deep breath and through his trembling lips blurted

“We call him Lord as his asked us, he was northerner, with long blonde hair and a big sword…” Taking another deep breath, he plunged on “He had a girl with him, a spite-full little bitch she were too. Picked me up by my hair she did!” He finished almost yelling in his haste.

“Do you know what way they are headed? What their plans were?”

“No My lord Mercenary we… that is… I… well umm…”

“You what friend?” inquired Scott looking intensely at him “I want to know even the smallest thing you stinking bit of horse shit.”

“They headed off in the direction of the wetlands my Lord.”

“Thank you Rabbit, Your comrades are all free to go. But you little Rabbit stay with me.” with one precise pull Scott released them all and grabbing the man by his scruffy shirt pulled him towards the horse and the now sleeping healer. Hearing the quick movements of feet getting more distant he looked down at Jessica, and using the toe of his boot nudged her.

Jessica’s eyes flickered and slowly she opened them, and raised a hand to shade her eyes. “What?” She asked numbly “Why am I on the ground?”

Scott’s eyes narrowed and he gestured to the pile of rubble near her. Jessica turned her head slowly and looked to where he indicated. Upon seeing the destruction of the boulder swallowed hard a few times, she sat up holding her head in her hands, a small moan escaping from her.

“What happened my Lord?” She asked using his title not his name. “I remember we were surrounded…” Her head snapped up at the memory of all the men and she quickly scanned the area around them.

“You took care of them, Healer.” His expression of annoyance never changed. “You also took care of a dangers boulder; it didn’t stand a chance against your deadly attack girl.” He sneered at her.

“I don’t understand…” Jessica stood up and swayed slightly, with her vision wavering she took hold of the nearest thing to her. Unfortunately the thing she grabbed a hold of was Scott’s shoulder, as her vision cleared she realised her body was pressed against his and hurriedly stepped back. Jessica lost her footing and fell onto her backside, hearing a snort she looked up at Scott close to tears Scott had a sneer on his face no sign of amusement there. Seeing a quick flash of movement behind him she looked. A small dirty person was leering at her behind Scott; Jessica looked down at herself and blushed a deep red. Not for the last time she cursed the required garments as she tried to pull down the fabric. Although her clothing was not as small as Mariam’s it still left little to the imagination, and Jessica was doubly grateful for the leggings warn under her panties. She would be talking to the Healers counsel when they returned.

“Well if you have finished giving us a show, can we head out? We do have things to do and people to meet. Rabbit here has been kind enough to help me out so heal him and send him on his way.”

Jessica looked up at Scott, her embarrassment turning to full blooded anger. “I refuse” Came her clipped reply as she stood. The wind changed and she scrunched up her nose at the smell of urine and faeces in the air. “I do think though you could use a clean up Scott, I didn’t think you were one to mess yourself. You know you really do stink, please do not come any closer to me, I think I may just vomit.”

“It’s not me,” He stuck his chin out at her, a sign she came to know as he was becoming irritated and very angry. “It’s Rabbit.”

“Well, let him sit in it.” Jessica replied stubbornly. “I am neither his nurse nor his maid. I will not clean heal someone nor clean them up just because you have asked me to do so Scott Canners.”

Scott took a deep breath resisting doing something as childish as this girl before him, letting it out slowly through his nose before he spoke “Heal him now Jessica Stevens, that is an order.”

Jessica looked at Scott wanting to jump up and down screaming that there was no way on the goddesses green earth she would heal this thing, but she realised that was how Scott expected her to act. She straightened her spine and looked coldly up at the man she both hated and loved; Jessica let a small smile play on her full pink lips.

“Heal him yourself Scott, for I shall not do it.” Jessica walked over to the stallion then leaving a dumbfounded Scott staring after her.

Jessica heard him hiss something at the man, then his footfalls coming up close behind her. She was on the verge of tears once more, her head was throbbing and then being asked to heal some filthy lecher. She stood straight though, not wanting to appear foolish, but Scott walked past her and mounted the horse. Jessica petted the horse once before grabbing Scott’s offered arm and swinging up behind him.

To Jessica’s surprise she was placed closer to him then the last time they rode together, or maybe she just imagining it. They followed the road they were originally taking, the horses pace slower as Jessica lacked the energy to cast any spells now, so Scott let her be.

It was reaching sunset when Scott dismounted awkwardly, trying to keep the sleeping girl from falling. Once his feet hit the ground he gently pulled Jessica from the horse and laid her on the earth.

Telling the horse to Stand, he scouted the area. They were still about a day out from the city here, but finally on level ground. Walking to the horse, he pulled the sleeping equipment out and placed it on the ground close together. If the silly girl took it into her head to do something foolish, he would be nearby to stop her.

Jessica opened her eyes to the dawn, sitting up she looked around. Scott and his stallion were not far away. With a groan she stood and clutched at her still aching head, and as quickly as she could without hurting herself took the canteen Scott was holding out to her.

While she had been sleeping Scott had made them a meal and was not pacing back and forth before her while she ate. “Jessica you need to listen to me.” She looked up at him and watched as his hand clenched and released the handle of his sword. “You have the power of three out of four branches flowing through you, I hate to admit it but the Lord Marshall was right in assigning you to me.”

“What do you mean Scott?” She asked pretending ignorance.

“You fool, I have met your father remember?” Scott ran his hand through his hair remembering how close it came. “Your father is a ranger and your mother a mage, the town were gossiping loudly when you became a healer. You did cast Stop Step on that band of thugs girl, so I was wondering if there was anything else you may not be telling me.”

Jessica fought hard to keep her meal down before answering him reluctantly, “I don’t know what my skills are Scott. Both father and mother said they could feel their powers in me, yet as you see I am a healer. There are also times when I feel something strange inside… Something that would not be welcome if brought out…”

“I need to know everything girl-”

Jessica stood looking up at him, “I don’t fucking know alright!? If you want to know about it you should seek out my father, he is the only one who knows anything about it.” She stiffened and dropped her voice “Someone is here… No, lots of people are here.”

“Mercs!” Scott hissed near silently, “on my word dive over to the horse and grab your staff as quickly as you can. Ready, go!”

BsE~ Chapter Two

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The Sunrise saw Jessica out on the roof doing her morning exercises, as her teachers said; a strong body makes a strong mind, even if she could not fight like a mercenary at least she could defend herself until help came. Finishing her last move, The Snap, she jumped into the air with the fake staff-twirling landing in a crouch with the staff sweeping away from her body.

She stood up straight and stretched her back this afternoon was the ceremony. Jessica had time yet to do some more exercises and then head down for her meditation, suddenly the door snapped open behind her spinning on the spot she saw Mariam stepped into the sunlight. Once Mariam’s eyes adjusted she spotted Jessica looking at her, no one else was around.

A smile spread across her face as she walked over to the girl, pulling out her staff.

“Morning,” Mariam said giving her staff a twirl. “Out early aren’t you?”

“Morning to you Mariam, no I am normally out at this time its quiet.”

“Care to practise with me?” Mariam asked looking side ways at Jessica, “I could use a good work out.” Not waiting for an answer Mariam swung her staff aiming for Jessica’s’ head, but Jessica guessing the other girls intentions ducked under the blow and aimed her staff towards Mairam’s belly. Soon the sound of wood cracking against wood filled the air and each girl deflected blows, Mariam swung and hit Jessica across the face. Using the momentum of the hit Jessica turned the same way bringing the staff across the back of Mariam’s head, cursing Mariam healed herself and stood to continue her attack when a commanding voice bellowed.

“Stop, that is enough!” Both girls turned to see Scott step out of the doorway heading right for them, Jessica bowed low. “Mariam, this is your last day as my healer, I have spoken to the Lord Marshall and he agreed that you are not the best healer for me.” He looked coldly at them both. “Seeing this display shows me all the more how unsuitable of a possible bond-mate you are for me, pathetic.” Scott spat at Mariam.

Jessica straightened this was unusual. Normally there were no partings until the day exactly one year after first meeting, when the healer would move into the room next to the mercenary and follow him all day. When he slept was the only time she had to get her belongings, as the rooms were be-spelled with barriers and a healer would cast her own spells before she left. Scott must be something special for them to allow him this change.

Scott looked at Jessica, “Your moves are slow, but considering you were up against a seventh year opponent, to get in one hit was a good achievement, keep up your practice soon you will be quicker.” He turned and walked off Mariam followed with her head down.

That was something Jessica did not know, how could Mariam be a seventh year and not bonded? Maybe all the mercenaries saw through the body and did not want her in the end. Nevertheless, Jessica could not find any pity for her; she rubbed her face and looked at the sun, the thought of him praising her made her blush slightly until the town bells rang out giving out the time. Panicking, she rushed in through the door, her fight lasted longer then she thought. She would only just be in time for the purification baths if she hurried. Running blindly around the corner she hit something and landed on her back the steps digging into her.

“We meet again,” said a voice above her, sending chills down her spine “one would think you enjoy falling at my feet.” Jessica blushed and quickly pulled down the light armour that had risen high enough for Scott to get a good look at her under clothes, standing up she rushed off calling out a quick apology on her way. Jessica was the second to last at the teleportation pad, a mage touched her on the shoulder and transported to the hot springs, then the mage touched someone wanting to go back and disappeared. Looking around Jessica felt herself start to relax, a sixth year graduate walked over to her.

“Jessica Stevens, Ranger Stevens Daughter?” she inquired.

“Yes that is me but please, don’t mention my father.” Jessica pleaded, her father was one of the elite Ranger troupes, he bonded to Pearl Henry his mage and after a few months, Jessica was conceived. Pearl was also a top mage but in this life style the men were more important then the women. “I got here on my own and that’s how I made it, father had nothing to do with my getting here.”

“Sorry to cause offence Jessica, please if you would follow me your pool is waiting.” The girls led Jessica around all the other pools and a bit feather back then the rest of the people there, and then gave her quick instructions on how to bathe in the pool.

After the girl had left Jessica, stripped and cupped her hands in the warm water, splashing it down her body. She then looked into a mirror, taking a moment to admire her petite, athletic body. Then she slowly stepped into the pool, enjoying the feel of the warm water on her legs and sat down slowly.

The calming air around her nearly caused her to sleep, but pulling herself out of the lull, Jessica washed her body as instructed. Starting at her head, Jessica washed her hair until it shone, then worked her way slowly down her body.

Once Jessica was sure, she was clean and smelling of roses, she stepped out of the hot spring. She quickly towed her body dry, stepping into her ceremonial light armour. All the Healers hoping to graduate had to wear them, if the girl did not graduate this year she could keep it for next. She had a medium pink uniform, the tights she was to wear with them, a lighter pink then the armour. Starting with the tights she pulled them on hurriedly, time was not her friend now. Her boots came next; they were the same pink as the armour and came up to her knees. The armour was a tight fit; made to her body, unlike the too tight one Mariam wore. It cupped her small round breasts perfectly with little clear straps for over her shoulders; it flared out a little over her hips with a split in the front that left her feeling exposed.

Looking down she knew it was not the case, but she still felt naked. Looking over to a table with a mirror, she saw several gold plates laying on it bearing the emblem of the Healers. Walking over to the table, she sat down on the stool, brushed and plated her hair. Looking satisfied into the mirror; she walked over to a Magi standing nearby and was teleported to the Graduation Hall.

Blinking her vision into focus, Jessica began walking up the steps towards the Graduation Hall, parents all around celebrating the graduation of their children. Sighing to herself, Jessica knew her parents would not be among the crowd of on-lookers. As she approached the arched doorway, a Master Healer handed her a seat number. Looking at the number, she found her seat in the back corner of the auditorium and sat down. As Healers filed in on side of the room, Mercenaries began filling up the other half of the room. Jessica watched silently as healers and mercenaries chattered amiably with each other and many hoping they are partnered with their crushes.

As the noise in the room began to rise steadily until all the noises just seemed to be a dull drone that pounded away at the inside of Jessica’s mind, the teachers of both the Healers Hall and the Mercenary College made their way to a stage that was taller than her easily. A loud shout echoed over the room, making everyone bounce and notice the teachers a top the stage waiting to start the ceremonies, parents seated behind them on a raised platform. Seeing the humorous impatience on their faces, the students hurried to their respective seats as if the Lord Marshal had just made a surprise appearance.

An old woman, walked forward from the group of one other healer and two mercenary lords, leaning heavily on her cane. The woman, Juliene, was the Grand arch Master of Healing in the Kingdom.

She started the ceremony, “Ladies and gentleman! Today is the day we mark the closure of your time here in these hallowed halls and the day you start your next adventure in your chosen professions!”

Applause came forth as Juliene paused for a breath and turned to face the parents, her voice strong yet soft. “Each of your children here has done their best to be the greatest people of skill, honour, and integrity that have ever walked before us in times past. For this, you should be most proud.” A second applause followed as she turned to address the students.

Chuckling lightly herself, “Now then, I have an orb here that was created during times long forgotten that have been pairing our fighters and healers since before our history was written.” She gestured to a glowing red orb that had black mists swirling around the insides, “When I cast a healing spell upon this orb and Roan strikes it with his sword, the orb will begin pairing you off by teleporting you all out of this hall to your designated barracks. For the next few weeks, you will each be sent on simple missions to see if you two are as compatible as this infernal ball thinks. If not, a reassignment will be given after a year, so do not fret if neither of two gets along.”

Roan, the Grand arch Mercenary, pulled his sword out while Juliene waited patiently for him to strike. Taking a deep breath, Roan raised his blade well above his head and struck the ball with enough force that it split almost in twine. Juliene swiftly brought her walking stick forth and healed the ball, repairing every single crack and crevice formed. The room fell silent as the orb began to pulse from a red to an orange. Everyone in the room watched closely, while the instructors backed away from it. Jessica thought she could feel the tension in the room as the orb pulsed a strong yellow colour. Around her, she felt people rising up as if to flee and felt her doing the same, when suddenly the room exploded in a blinding flash of white.

Jessica rubbed her eyes gently to clear them and found herself alone in the Graduation Hall with the Healer that gave her the seat number. Turning to her she was about to ask where everyone had went, when the healer just shook her head and motioned for her to follow. Shrugging, Jessica followed her out of the Hall asking, “Where are we going and where did everyone else go?”

Her guide kindly replied, “They were assigned partners and are currently at the barracks situating themselves.”

She ran up along side of her guide, shocked, “What do you mean they all have been chosen? What about me, didn’t I get chosen?”

“I guess that’s what it means. I don’t know, but this has happened before in the past so I wouldn’t worry.”

“People have not been paired before…?” The idea of spending the rest of her life alone waiting for someone’s bond-mate to die was the most depressing thing she had ever thought of next to remembering the look of death on John’s face and having to deal with that for the rest of her life. Rounding a corner, they headed towards the Masters Square where only those who were veterans of many fights and many more missions were allowed to go. Her earlier depression forgotten, she began to look around at where those who earned their mettle in battle were allowed to go. Shops, restaurants, and other specialised areas were everywhere as her guide led her towards the Manager Compound. The Manager Compound was a series of buildings where reports on everything went. From imports to school grades, everything was filed somewhere in those buildings.

Juliene was standing outside one of the buildings and began walking towards them as they approached. Jessica began to get worried again because to her nothing good would come in the Grand arch Master herself was involved, ‘Was I not good enough to be a Healer where my grades not good enough?’ Thoughts like these circled her head and almost missed being asked how she was feeling.

“F-fine.” She lied and Juliene nodded knowingly towards her.

“Come on then, sweet thing. Your partner is inside.” At that, Juliene turned around and began walking towards one of the smaller buildings marked ‘Assigning Office’. Jessica hurried to catch up to her and then opened the door for Juliene, who hurried inside. Jessica promptly followed and gently closed the door. Turning around, she found herself being stared at as if she was the enemy that needed to die by Scott.

“Jessica, this is your partner Scott. Scott, this is Jessica.” With that, Juliene left them. Scott’s eyes narrowed to tiny slits and promptly went inside the office labelled ‘Lord Marshall’. Jessica, nervous as what was happening, sat down on a bench and waited.

“What game are you playing with me Stewart?” Scott shouted loud enough for Jessica to hear him through the door, “Giving me this girl who can do no more then the simplest buffs and heals.”

Jessica heard a mumbling reply then “I don’t care if she is top of her class, you are not sticking me with this person!” Jessica’s breath caught in her throat, she was right in the end she would grow old waiting for a mercs bond-mate to pass on.

“You know full well she did better at the testing then any out there! Why else would we parade you thus?” Yelled Stewart loudly in reply, “Everyone knows Mariam is a poor healer, you knew you were out there to find the best in the new healers. You found her; Jessica was the only one to heal you with a crowd full of healers, she is your potential bond-mate now get out and show her to your rooms!”

Booming footsteps approached the door and Jessica stood as the door opened and Scott stormed out, slamming the door and breaking the glass. Without a word he stalked away his broad shoulders showing his tension, Jessica had to run to keep pace with him and soon her legs were burning. Jessica followed him down a side hallway and to the back of the complex, he slammed open the door and made his way through the barracks.

Doors opened and the whispers started, Jessica passing each door was blushing deeper and deeper. Luckily, she had her eyes on Scott; he stopped so suddenly that if she was not watching she would have made a fool of herself in front of the whole barracks by the look of things now. She took a small step to the side to see what stopped Scott; her eyes grew large at the sight of a very angry looking Mariam blocking the way.

“So this is your new potential bond-mate?” Mariam asked sneering, “looks like she wouldn’t hold up in a good fight.” Scott looked down at her, “So the little healer had no other so you got stuck with her?”

Scott said nothing but he firmly pushed her to one side and continued as if there was no interruption. Jessica looked over her shoulder as she passed Mariam, the look on her face was pure hatred, and she shivered. Looking back to watch were Scott turned left down another hall and stopped at a door, and turned slowly to face her he said two words before opening the door for her, ‘tomorrow, early’ before he pushed her through and closed the door. Jessica looked around the room surprised to find it larger then the one she came from, and what was even more shocking to her was the fact that all her belongings were already in the room.

Jessica wondered around her new room and spotted a brown package on the bed, a smile creeping across her face for the first time today. She ripped into it until she exposed her new staff, hands trembling slightly Jessica picked it up.

It was a light blue, she gasped thinking back to the tournament Scott’s armour and sheathe where the same light blue. Jessica got up and opened her cupboard, and dropped to her knees; everything was blue. Reaching over she slammed the doors shut, getting up she went to the wardrobe behind her. She yanked open the doors and cried out in relief, this wardrobe was full of different coloured uniforms and normal clothes.

A creak behind her warned Jessica that someone was in the room with her, turning she watched Scott walk fully into her room.

“C-can I help you?” she asked a little unsure of what he was going there. Scott continued to advance on Jessica as she backed away, confused of his intentions. Scott stopped in the middle of the room and looked around, then spoke.

“We leave in ten, travel light and be ready.” He then turned and walked out of the room.

Jessica rushed over to the other wardrobe and changed into one of the blue uniforms that were hanging in there. It was the same as the pink one she just took off, only lighter and clean. Finding a nap-sack in the bottom, she placed one more set in the bag and a change of under-clothes, grabbing the staffs that still lay on the bed she ran out of her room.

Scott was waiting for her, and not for the first time she was struck by how tall he was. He eyed her up and down and gave a slight nod, then led the way down the hall. Stepping lightly Jessica followed him back down the hall and into the Marshals office. He was sitting at his desk, his greying head bent over a stack of papers. Looking up at their approach, his brown eyes hardened, the lines of age deepened on his face.

“Scott sorry to call you away so soon, I know you had plans to start training tomorrow.” He then looked at Jessica, “I know you can do this Jessica, if I thought you could not then I would not have chosen Scott.” Clearing his throat, he continued talking to the both of them. “We have received word from our friends to the north; they have a problem of sorts and request our assistance. It seems that there is a little unrest and some of the tribes are attacking the troops. You both are there to calm the situation by whatever means you must, we have received half the payment now and the other half will be given to you upon completion of your services.” He took a deep breath, “May the Gods of Victory and Health watch over you both.” Jessica and Scott bowed and left the office and walked quickly to the courtyard where a tall stallion and his mare were waiting.

Reaching the horse, Jessica gave her a pet and opened the saddlebag she stopped shocked. A money bag was sitting inside, it had her families’ colours, her head snapped up and she looked around. Spotting her father leaning against the far wall he smiled and waived, he lifted his hand in greeting then called out:

“Scott you had better look after my daughter, to me she is worth ten of you.”

“And what if I don’t?” Scott called out his reply.

“You will have me to answer too, and both of us know who will win.” With a flick of his wrist a disk shot out slicing off a good chunk of Scott’s hair at the side, Scott stood unflinching. “Travel safe, may the Gods protect you.” With that, he disappeared into the night.

“Come let us be off,” Scott stated mounting his horse “it’s a long ride so we must make haste.”

Jessica gasped, that was it, cast haste on the horses, Scott and herself, that should surely help them. She pushed her belonging into the saddlebag, faced Scott’s horse, and with a twirl of her staff cast her spell over it. The horse snorted, Jessica then moved to her mare doing the same again. Jessica then mounted her and noticed the look on Scott’s face.

“You’re the first to cast Quick Step on a horse you know.” Jessica blushed, “It is a good idea it will make travel easier, just remember to heal them now. You’re not as stupid as you look, no wonder you’re the top of the class.”

Unsure whether to be pleased or offended Jessica said nothing and set her eyes to the road holding tight to her staff, she asked the horse to gallop and complying, the horse moved so fast it felt as if they were flying. Holding tight to the reins, she tried to shake her hair from her eyes but the wind from the horses kept it so she could not open them no more than slits.

Looking at Scott, who was riding just a few paces ahead of her, seemed to have no problem holding or keeping his eyes open. Glancing around at the passing scenery, she realised that she had never gone this far from the city gates, which were no longer visible to her eyes.

After several hours of hard riding, she felt her horse slow down to a trot and then stop altogether. Looking down at the brown speckled mare, she patted her mane feeling the creature breath heavy underneath her. Scott dismounted and led the creature to a low growing branch and tied the stallion’s reins to it. Jessica going to follow his lead almost fell over because her legs were so stiff from riding so much longer than she was used to. Shakily, she tied her mare to the branch and rubbed her nose gently.

“Scott…” Jessica began to talk, but was swiftly interrupted.

“Get some wood for a fire and do not stray from the horses. There are beasts out here that are willing to make a meal out of both of us and some horses.” Scott ordered, unlinking his sword and moving off the road and towards the forest.

“And where are you going then?” Jessica asked annoyed at being interrupted.

“SILENCE!” Scott whispered fiercely and scanned the underbrush, Jessica silenced at his fierceness. She watched him stand perfectly still, then as quickly as a flamingo after a fish, he had gored a small furry creature. It had fierce yellow eyes, with long fangs and looked something like a mutated dog with green fur. Looking closer she noticed that it had no pupils and its saliva seemed to burn holes into the ground.

“That’s a Voltar. I have never seen one before except in our books!” she said earnestly, getting closer but leaped back with a small scream as it started thrashing about on Scott’s sword. Rotating his sword, Scott flipped the creature over and slammed his blade down, cutting the creature’s spine in half. He pulled his blade out and wiped the blood on its fur. Jessica watched horrified at the coolness in which he took a life that could not be revived, “Why Scott…?”

Not responding, Scott began picking up wood for a fire, leaving the corpse where it lay. Its own acid began eating it away slowly, exposing its eternal organs as they fell to the ground. She wanted to bury the poor creature, but one look from Scott told her he would not allow it so she went to the horses to get the saddlebags. Returning with them, Jessica sat down next to Scott who was trying to get a fire from some smouldering grass.

Several times, she tried to say something to him, but something about the way he was holding himself made it seem like it was not a good time.

Sighing, she pulled out a night’s worth of rations and pulled out the travel pots to cook. The fire merrily burning in the centre of a ring of stones, Jessica put a few strips of meat on a pan and began reheating the jerky while preparing some fruit for dinner as well.

Humming softly to herself, she watched Scott roll out of his bedroll and angled them towards the fire so their heads were near. Saddened a little, Jessica realised that was not being allowed to sleep next to him, only slightly near him. Taking some bread, she placed the meat inside of it, gave Scott his dinner, and began eating herself.

After eating, Jessica began taking off her more uncomfortable pieces of clothes for bed, while Scott took off his boots and sword then climbed in; shield, daggers and all. Once all the metal pieces of her outfit were removed, she climbed into her bedroll keeping her staff nearby. Rolling over, she thought to herself, ‘I thought this would be more exciting, but so far it’s been boring and horrible. Did all the stories of great and exciting battles and adventures told have sorts of boring bits that no one talks about?’

She called but got no reply. Looking over, she discovered he was already a sleep. Shocked that he was asleep on this uncomfortable ground and without setting a watch, Jessica sat up and fumed, swearing she would keep guard all night. She fell asleep only a few minutes after that declaration.

The next morning, she woke up to the smell of wood burning and took a moment to realise that she was in the middle of nowhere. Standing up to stretch, she saw that Scott was not around at all. Grabbing her staff, she ran over to the horse and found both of them still there, ‘Good, Scott didn’t just leave me out here.’

Turning around, she walked slowly back to camp to find Scott was still not there, when a loud shriek came from behind her. Turning around, she saw Scott run by, holding his pants up with one hand and a sword in the other.

The shock wear off, Jessica ran to follow pulling up her healing spells to mind. When she arrived, whatever was there was gone and so was one of the horses. Her mare that was the only gift her father ever gave her was gone. She wanted to scream in rage but the sight of her partner, his sword bathed in bathed in blood and glowing in a deep purple that was almost black brought her back to reality. Getting ready to cast her healing spells on him, she paused seeing the blood that was covering him all over get absorbed. His wounds began to close and heal over as if they were never there and the blood that was on him and his sword was gone.

“Damn bugs…” was all Scott muttered as he walked past her and back towards the camp fire. Reslinging his sword, Scott pulled his pants up and redid his belt, “Damn near impossible to kill without wings.”

“My mare is gone, what are we going to do?” Jessica wondered in a fuss as she restrapped on her armour pieces. “I mean, all of my supplies were on her. Moreover, where were you? I was looking every where for you!”

Scott looked at her with unreadable eyes and replied, “You don’t need it.”

“What do you mean I don’t need it? All of my clothes were in there! Not to mention all the ingredients I need to make potions in case I am too tired to heal us and half our food!” Jessica screamed at his lack of caring.

Looking back at her, he blinked only once and continued to stare as if waiting for her to finish, slightly unnerving her.

“And furthermore, what was that you just did?” She demanded in a slight panic.

Sighing more to himself than anything else, he told her, “It is an attack called Vampirism. It is a highly forbidden technique of power that allows a Mercenary to steal the life force to heal himself through the shedding on an enemy’s blood. No matter if the enemy is human or not. To be killed through this technique means no chance of revival because it literally steals the soul of another and uses it to heal the wielder.”

Gaping at him at him in wonder as to why anyone would want to use such a gruesome technique, she began to wonder if being partnered with him was not a good thing as everyone rumoured it to be. Not wanting to be to near him, she ate her breakfast hastily, packed the remainder of her things inside of her bag, and repacked Scott’s bag as he got his stallion ready to go. Reorganising everything so it all fit into the saddlebags, Scott then mounted the warhorse and held out his hand to Jessica. Looking at him nervously, she took his hand and felt herself hauled bodily onto the rump of the stallion. Scooting closer to him, she placed her arms on his shoulders. He made no notion that he even noticed as he guided the beast out onto the road again and heading north at a fast trot.

Along the way Jessica started to realise that the only reason Scott used a forbidden technique was because she had been slow to react. If only she had been quicker remembering her spells he would not have to do that again. Jessica sat up straighter she had it! Jessica reached behind her and pulled out her staff from the nearest bag.

Concentrating she cast Quick Step on the horse, followed by Heal. For the next hour of travel, Jessica anticipated the horse’s needs and before Scott slowed the horse down to take a break, Jessica knew when he needed help. She cast a quick glance at Scott, hoping he was as easy to read as the horse. The next fight he was in she would be watching him like he was he own child, his movements would be Jessica’s key just like the first match she saw him in. His eye was twitching, and instinctively she had used the healing spell.

Smarting still by her hesitation, Jessica pulled her wandering attention back to the present. Scanning their surroundings with all the senses, Jessica let out a hiss as something sinister brushed her mind. Leaning forward she whispered into Scott’s’ ear,

“We are being followed; it is to the south-east of us, and moving fast.” Scott nodded and she continued, “My staff will be enough to kill it, as it will find us more interesting than the horse it will jump to attack.”

“If it does, you swing around and knock it out. Then a quick jab down should kill it.” Scott’s’ quiet voice affirmed.

The snapping of a twig told them the creature was close, Scott slowed the horse down covertly reaching for his weapon. Jessica flexed her fingers around the staff, and then silently counted to five. Hearing a rustle, she held her breath and counted back from ten, as she reached zero, Jessica lightly jumped up and balancing on the horse spun around so she was a blur of movement. Hearing the solid ‘think’ of the staff connecting with its target, she continued to follow through with her swing. Lightning quick Jessica jumped off the horse and with her weight drove the rounded end into the stunned victim.

Jessica stepped back from the broken mass, unable to tell what the creature was with its head caved in the way it was. Jessica stared as what was left of its mouth opened then suddenly she was pulled to the left and into Scott’s’ arms.

“W-what?” looking up at him she noticed his gaze was on the ground, looking at his object of attention she shuddered. “What is THAT?”

Scott took out his dagger and swiftly impaled the red leech like thing before turning back to her. “It is called a Stealth Bug; while an animal is sleeping these things make their way inside to the brain. Once there they implant themselves, giving this little thing a bigger body to play with.” Scott let her go and backed away a few steps. “You would have been completely taken over if it had gotten hold of you; you see the little stingers on the underside of its body? They contain a numbing agent so you would not have felt anything as it borrowed into you, now if you would grab my gloves I will milk this thing. It may come in handy in the near future.” Jessica rushed off to do as he asked, amazed once more at how intelligent he was.

Smiling ruefully, she remembered he was ten times more experienced then she was with this sort of thing, after making her way back to him, she watched as he pulled on his gloves and began squeezing just above the spine.

“I need a leaf and one of the glass bottles quickly.”

“Why did you not ask me to get them before you started milking the damn thing?”

“Quit talking and just get them will you?” Scott’s’ angry voice filled the air and had Jessica scrambling to do his bidding. However, there was something in his tone that sounded as if he was angrier with himself then her. She smiled, not even the experienced ones think of everything. Grabbing the glass bottle, she made her way back to him scooping a browning leaf from the ground on her way.

“Good, now place the leaf into the bottle and hold it in your palm. Using your thumb and forefinger hold the base just in case I knock it.” Jessica did as she was told, “Well done now if I have done this right…” His voice trailed away as a semi-clear droplet formed on the tip of the spine. Then suddenly a lot of the clear fluid rushed out, leaving the thing on the end of Scotts’ dagger nothing but skin. Looking at her hands Jessica was shocked to see the bottle, about the size of her forearm was nearly full of the numbing liquid.

Scott took the bottle from her and moved back to the horse, opening the left saddlebag pulled out a stopper and a smaller padded bag. He placed the cork into the opening and pressing down firmly sealed it then slid it into the bag. Tucking it away, he mounted his horse, reached down grabbing Jessica just above her elbow, and pulled her up.

BsE~ Chapter One

1

Jessica was being pulled along by her friends’ one on each arm, her long brown hair in a pigtail flowing behind her and blue eyes sparkling with impatience, a frown on her lips. She had been in her room studying her spells for the upcoming tests when the door slammed open and both girls took her by the arms telling her it was time to watch the up coming tournament. If she could do all her spells on a trained mercenary she would pass, she could get her staff. All of the Healers had to know basic spells of healing, extra defence, speed enhance, mind strength, revive, all heal, strength plus, accuracy and bull hit. Jessica was far from the best healer in her group but she had a quick mind and that enabled her to get through to where she was. As was the practice since the school was founded that all the Mercenaries would have a tournament to celebrate the upcoming new graduates so they were informed. The Mercenaries would walk into the stadium with their wives or healing partners and battle one another for the title of champion. Then the ending battle was all of the graduating Mercenaries and Healers would fight against the two best mercenaries of the night.

The one thing Jessica was worried about was if the mercenary she were assigned to refused to keep her, for if he did not bed her within a year she would be passed onto another mercenary, and some of them could be cruel. Her third year friend Amanda who had her left arm was one healer who passed from man to man. She was beaten pretty bad by a few because in the fighting she could not keep him alive, but once the fighting was over she went back and revived him, only to be beaten nearly to death when he came back to himself. Mary on her other arm was with her mercenary still, one day out of graduation she was bonded to Clinton Smith, and the rumour mill was saying he asked for her. With her friends’ giggling, away to each other Jessica was trying to remember all the movements, luckily her friends did not know that she had the little practice staff with her at all times. Unlike the twig like wands the mages used, the staffs made to the size of the healers’ chest and stomach; it was thicker also with ribbons hanging from each end.

Amanda and Mary stopped and Jessica not realising walked into them, they pushed there way to the front of the crowed lining the balcony then shoved Jessica before them. Sitting down, she looked around at the stadium in a bit of shock, torches were placed everywhere to fight back the approaching darkness, at opposite ends of the fighting circle there were two stone archways covered with what looked like vines. Near the circle was a table with three men already seated all older mercenaries by the look of the tattered armour and battle scars on their faces. Close by a mage was leaning against one of the pillars her wand at her belt. Straightening she walked over to the men then bowed low to all three, pulling out her wand the pointed it at the man in the middle. After a brief nod, she was surrounded in a white light, a few moments later, it faded and she walked back to the pillar.

A wizened voice boomed over the arena as great torches were lit to shine light into the arena in preparation for the next match, “Ladies and gentleman! Healers, Rangers, Mercenaries, Magi, and citizens alike! Welcome to this years Healers Graduation Ceremony! Where Mercenaries duel on the Healers behalf to show their thanks in proving that they are fit enough to due their duty and protect you!” The crowd road it is approval as two people appeared under great archways of carved vines.

“Our first match, my good people, may very well cost us a new stadium as our up and coming mercenary, Jyro Skelts, faces off our own living legend, Scott Channers!” As second roar filled the stadium as every unbonded Healer looked toward Scott and a collective sigh spread throughout as a well-built man walked out from the shadowed arch. He had short dusty hair that had look of being cropped with an angular face; his eyes were the colour of steel and seemed to see right past you as if you did not matter. A puckering scar was drawn across his neck as if someone had once slit it open. Jessica felt her breath catch when she caught his stoic expression that made him look more like a creature of granite than flesh, but growled at the sight of his current Healer clinging to his arm in a skin-tight uniform.

Jessica heard her friends whispering to themselves about him as she watched the Ranger referees enter the arena and the three judges left the centre of the field to sit their own respective holdings, “Mm… I would not mind being his healer. I hear he is paid even more than the Lord Marshall himself and has never lost any partner in a fight,” muttered Amanda to Mary.

“And even if he wasn’t paid well, he’s definitely cute enough to make up for it,” Mary giggled. Jessica just sat their quietly, listening to them talk and giggle while watching Scott’s Healer, Mariam, take her position on the field. She wished she could be partnered with him, but her wish was just as unlikely as every other unbonded healer in the stadium was.

“Hey Jessica, you know Mariam is allowed to be with him for a few more weeks before he is re-paired for the god knows how many times,” Amanda whispered to her as if reading her thoughts.

Jessica blushed silently as the referees took their places and the wizards’ voice boomed over the audience again. “Looks like they are ready to start the match, and there’s the signal!” She shouted as a red arrow shot into the sky and exploded.

The two swords men rushed at each other, Jyro with his sword at waist level and pointed towards Scott and Scott with his sword still in the sheathe but holding the grip backwards for a reverse draw. As the distance between the two warriors closed, the audience seemed to silence themselves as the two Healers quickly tried to get the buffs ready to cast. At the last possible moment, Scott slid to the left of Jyro, creating a red aura around himself before arching his sword out of it’s sheathe and towards his opponent. A small ball of fire flew form Scott’s’ sword and hitting Jyro in the chest, before he had a chance to move the sword was thrust onto his chest plate then quickly removed.

Jessica looked at Jyro’s healer as she was working over time, that hit must have half killed him, as heal spell right after heal spell was cast so quick that her staff looked like a blur of movement. A cry went up from the crowd and Jessica’s’ eyes flew back to Scott, his opponent was charging at him, Jyro’s weapon arcing from his head down across Scotts’ chest. Mariam in a hurry to get away from the attack tripped over her own feet and exposed herself to everyone watching. Jessica gave a little snicker then gasped as she realised that Scott was without protection, she grabbed her practice staff, no bigger then her hand, and cast a healing spell over the gasping Scott. The spell worked and he quickly glanced up to where Jessica was. She turned a deep red, giving away what she guessed he already knew. Scott glared at Mariam still trying to cover her body and in a blur of quick hits had his opponent on the floor.

Jyro swung his sword up seeking to slice Scott in half, but Scott sidestepped so quickly Jessica gasped. Mariam’s Quick movement spell had worn off, for him to step so quickly and with little effort was remarkable. Looking at Scott closely Jessica noticed a little twitch in his eye, so with out thinking she sent another heal spell and a bulls hit. Scott’s eye stopped moving and quickly he spun, his sword hilt pulled close to his waist and with each rotation a green light kept getting brighter and his arms moved up. On the last rotation, Scott had his sword in one hand and his other parallel to his body. Jyro went flying through the air landing at his healer’s feet at the same time Scott went into a crouch for the next move. Scott rushed forward his sword dragging on the ground, gold light encircled him, and a chain wrapped itself around the sword.

The voice amplified by magic called out around the stadium once more. “What an exciting match, the winner of round one… Scott!” The crowd screamed as Scott was released from the bindings, turning he walked over to the archway stepping over the disgraced girl.

“Oh god Jess did you see that?” Mary asked her jumping up and down “He was brilliant, he moved so quickly and that fire ball he used. Wow!” Jessica nodded at her friend, too shocked that she cast healing spells when it was not her duty.

She looked down at the fighting circle to see Mariam looking right at her, with her armour back on fully she was extremely red and from the looks of things somehow knew Jessica cast the spells.

“To think he is only a fifth year, to earn that much money and be one of the best fighters out there.” Amanda rambled, “You know, he must be gay or something.”

“He is not!” Jessica replied heatedly, placing her hands on her hips and looking up at Amanda, her soft face growing hard at the idea that the person she so wanted to be paired with was gay.

“Oh are you sure, he has not bonded to any healer for five years Jess. Even if you ask at the whore houses they will tell you he is no visitor of theirs.” Amanda wiggled a finger at

Jessica, “How could any man with that many healers and whores after him not bed a single one?”

Jessica kept her mouth shut, just because he had not don’t it here did not mean he didn’t do it elsewhere, or that his self discipline was that strong he could do without having sex with someone. Mary grabbed Jessica by the arm and pointed to the drink stand over the other side of the crowd, nodding Jessica let Mary pull her through the crowds of people. As they walked passed some closed doors Jessica heard a raised voice.

“How could you let some want to be cast heal on you?” they recognised the voice as Mariam, “I was getting around to healing you I just…”

“You just fucked up, instead of trying to show how good you think your body is, try showing how good your skills are.” Scott countered cruelly.

Mary pulled Jessica away before more could be heard, a small smile on her lips. Mary was saying something and Jessica turned her attention back to her friend.

“-Clinton won’t be fighting in this tournament, he said there was no way in hell he would fight against Scott, not with his first babe on the way.” Jessica stopped in her tracks stunned. Mary had gone a shade of red and was playing with a tuft of grass with her foot.

“Mary that’s great, congrats!” Jessica hugged her “Oh when are you due?”

“Not for a while yet, Jess” she replied holding her friend “But we are both looking forward to it. Clinton doesn’t want me in the circle is the real reason he is not fighting, he is so used to my skills he wants no other.”

“That is sweet of him, I hope I get someone like Clinton, he is so nice to you.”

“Yes he is,” Mary said letting go, “now let’s get a drink before Scott’s next fight.”

They walked over to the stand, bought two cherry sherbets, and took a seat at the table. After a little bit of idle chatting Jessica asked, “Mary if you think Clinton is so good, why do you get into a flutter when Scott is mentioned?”

Smiling Mary looked at her friend “He is the best of the best Jess, think of it, the second year after he finished school he was promoted to the second in command, and because he still does field training and missions he is well paid. Not to mention he is handsome even if he is a little cold and distant, every healer has said the same thing, when he talks it is straight to the point, no side stepping with him. I love Clinton, but I romanticise about Scott.”

Jessica looked at Mary too stunned to move, a tap on her shoulder made her jump. Looking back, she looked into Amanda’s smiling face. “Come on you two it’s time for Scott’s second fight, he is up against Pat Miller and it’s going to be one hell of a fight, let’s go!” Amanda grabbed them both by the arms and started pulling them back towards the arena and to their places, once again pushing Jessica to the front.

They arrived to see Scott coming out of the arch again, looking more cold and angry then before. The Red arrow released and exploded, so quick was Scott with his attack that both Pat and his healer were caught off guard. Scott had pulled out his sword and in the same sweeping motion slammed it into the ground, sending an Earth attack straight through the circle.

Pieces of the paving went flying into the barrier that protected the spectators, but the barrier was weak and parts of the shrapnel went into the crowd. Jessica ducked as one part large enough to knock her head from her shoulders, and turning followed its path through the sky landing harmlessly behind everyone. Jessica spun in time to see Scott push Mariam away from him and storm off into the darkness of the archway, not waiting for the announcement.

Jessica was stunned by the power of the attack, like most people. She fell to her knees. With strength and skill to wield his weapon, and not hurt anyone was a shock for all. No wonder he was the best, and pushing Mariam away like that took some guts. Everyone said that she could be a right bitch when she was denied what she wanted, and it was obvious to all that she wanted Scott. Jessica smiled and looked to her friends’ on their knees behind her; they were both grinning like fools. Amanda jumped up and started clapping and stamping her feet, laughing Jessica stood and started applauding with her. Soon the whole gathering went wild and the Announcer call out “Another outstanding victory for Scott Channers, ladies and gentlemen please don’t move another exciting match is coming up as soon as the work team gets our circle back together!”

Amanda pulled Jessica close so only she could hear what was said “Jess did you see that, Mariam tried to hold him! She put her arms around him and pressed herself against Scott, I couldn’t see his face but he pushed her away.” Both girls laughed as the fighting circle was repaired and barriers were put back into place and strengthened, someone would be in trouble for the weakness. It was the graduating mages that should have been holding the barrier in place, when they find who caused the weak spot they would not be graduating this year. The Rangers were patrolling the city so no one would think to rob and attack while everyone else was enjoying their time at the stadium.

“Are you glad we pulled you away from studies for this?” Asked Mary in all innocence “How would you feel if you had missed the excitement?”

“I would have been upset, thank you both for kidnapping me and forcing me to watch.”

Jessica joked with them, hitting Mary softly on the head with her practice staff; it sent all three of them into laughing fits again. The healers around them looked as though the three had lost their minds, seeing to looks on the faces around them just made them laugh even more.

The next match was also over rather quick with Darren Quill nearly killing his opponent and his healer Tess, the Rangers were forced to restrain him just as they did with Scott in his first match. During the half and hour break the girls used the restroom and went for a walk around the quiet streets Jessica let them do all the talking, she thought she had done enough for this night. She also could not get over the look of calm on Scott’s’ face, it was if he was just out for a stroll not at all would one think he was about to nearly kill god knows how many people.

Still lost in her thoughts she walked into something, and fell with and unladylike thump. Looking up she felt her face go red. Standing there looking down at her was Scott, his hand on the hilt of his sword a stony expression set on his face. Jessica quickly scrambled to her feet and bowed low, “I-I’m sorry my Lord, I wasn’t watching where I was walking.” Daring a glance up she watched Scott’s retreating back, as it looked like he was brushing his armour down. Jessica turned pale then red again. Running up after Scott, Mariam shot a laughing glance at Jessica and followed him.

Amanda and Mary rushed over to her and both put there arms around her. When they asked if she was ok and only got the word ‘tall’ out of her, they both burst into laughter releasing her to hold their sides. Amanda gasping through her tears rasped “Jess everyone looks tall when your on your butt.” Jessica laughed along with them, seeing the humour in what happened but a feeling of being insignificant still crept over her. After they had laughed themselves out, they all made there way back to the stadium. Both of them using Jessica as support to get them there, Looking behind her Jessica saw Scott closing the distance between him and the three of them. Jessica thought she saw a brief expression cross his face as he passed them looking her up and down, letting Amanda go. She reached behind herself and nearly fell over. The back of her dress had ridden up, exposing the bottom half of her backside. Turning a deep red, she quickly pulled it down; grateful no one else was around to see. Rounding the corner all three stopped, Scott was there talking to Clinton.

“Pity Clinton, I was looking forward to fighting you.” He said glancing at all three of them. Clinton looked over to find his bond mate still clinging onto Jessica and rushed over concern written all over his face. He took Mary and held her tight, then stepped back to look her up and down.

“What’s the matter Mary, are you ill?” He asked

“Not to worry Clinton, she had a laughing fit at me and was still giggling, she is well.”

“Laughing,” He looked doubtful “what the hell was she laughing at?”

“Well…” Jessica replied looking to where Scott was, “I was walking and not watching where I was going, I walked into Scott and fell over.”

A grin spread over Clinton’s face, “I would like to know how he does it.” He mused aloud

“W-what do you mean?” Jessica inquired a blush covering her face once more.

“That, how he makes all the ladies love him when they haven’t even met him.”

Jessica glared at Clinton and continued her way to the arena with Amanda following her chuckling softly. As it was the final match of the tournament, all of the graduating healers had to make there way to the area right next to the circle. Jessica hugged Amanda and followed her peers, wishing she were able to skip this part. Being so close to such a strong Mercenary is a trial in itself; Jessica swore that she would not act like the other girls. She was going to stand up straight look him in the eye then look away, he was just a man after all.

The announcer called out to the expecting crowd; “Now Mercenaries, Healers, Magi, Rangers and all of our spectators, I would like to offer first our congratulations to tomorrows graduating students.” A round of applause followed as Jessica looked up to see her friends waiving at her, she smiled and looked back to the fighting circle, she could still see the cracks form the Earth strike Scott did. “Thank you all” said the announcer, “now introducing first former tournament winner and our first finalist Scott Channers!”

The girls around Jessica started whispering to each other, the closet one to her stating she was glad she wore her best dress. Scott walked out of the archway with Mariam once again clinging to his arm, as Jessica watch she could she the muscles in his right arm bunch up, relax and bunch again. She could not help but think that Mariam should run and run fast, that is what any sane person would have done. She snapped back to herself as the announcer called out once more.

“And our runner up two tournaments in a row, please let’s have a hand for our very own Darren Quill, and this years graduating fighters!” After the space of a heart beat, the clapping died away and the voice was back “As our graduating Healers enter the field, please give a round of applause to encourage them in doing a good job on their graduating test. The test is simple, each graduate will be assigned to a graduating Mercenary and will have to do her best to buff and heal him during what is going to be an all out death match.” A gasp ran through the graduating Healers, as the judges randomly placed each Healer with a mercenary. All of the Mercenaries were allowed to fight in the tournament, but this final fight was also the graduating test for the mercenary’s students and healing students. “Scott and Darren are to be this year’s graduation test. The two who fought from the beginning of the tournament testing the skills of other mercenaries are here to challenge these would be mercenaries in their ability to work as a group.” Jessica saw some girl with strawberry locks assigned to Scott, who then glanced down at her. The girl’s face went a brighter red than her hair.

Jessica found herself paired with a man named John, who was trying to graduate for the second time. He told her not to worry about anything around her he would protect her well. Feeling a lump in her throat at those words, Jessica was hit by a wave of nervousness. The announcer cleared his throat and began talking, erasing any thoughts that Jessica was having, “Graduates, please take your positions, fighters ready?” the sound of wind being sliced ripped through the stadium as a hundred swords left their sheaths. “When the arrow explodes, you fight.”

An arrow arched into the air and time seemed to slow down as each fighter tensed into readiness. Suddenly, a red light appeared over the stadium, a loud roar filled everyone’s ears, as the clash of steel on steel, and blade on armour pierced the very soul of person there.

Before Jessica had known what happened, John was bleeding from multiple spots and dead bodies laid strewn around him, the once green grass around the edge of the circle turning brown from the blood that flowed from everyone. Fumbling over herself, she began casting healing spell after healing spell over John, trying to ignore the death around her and screaming protests her stomach was making over the smell of blood and death.

Magi ran in and out of the arena, teleporting the dead and their respective Healers to the hospital tent. John charged forward and she quickly followed him, trying to heal as she ran. All the while, the idea that school training was never this rough filtered in and out of her mind.

Jessica thought she saw Scott, his body glowing dark purple charge towards them, but in the end would never be sure.

She blinked and looked around; she was suddenly in the hospital tent. Looking to her side, she saw John lying face first in the dirt, a large hole where his heart and lungs should have been. Feeling her eyes growing wider and wider, she stepped backwards away from him, a scream forming in her mouth.

However, before she could, she felt the relaxing presence of an Arch Healer enter her thoughts and the scream died in her throat. As she watched, the same Arch Healer slowly rebuilt John from the inside out. Numbly, her mind recognised the spell as a mass healing spell. Sitting onto a bench to shake, Jessica watched John turn a merry pink colour and he began coughing up residual blood in his throat. Getting up, he looked at over at her and smiled.

“Good job kid, if I was judging, I would say you graduated with flying colours. Just try not to panic so much, ok? This wasn’t nearly as bad as the real deal.” He patted her on the head and walked out of the tent.

“The real deal, He means that these missions that I hear so much about are worse than this?” A shudder shivered down her spine at the thought and made her wonder what in the Pit had possessed her to become a Healer.

“How could I pass, I let him die. My spells were slow and I couldn’t even keep John alive, I may as well give back my staff now, little good I will be to anyone.”

“Now I wouldn’t say that dear.” The Arch healer said sitting close her smiling gently. “You out lasted most, and besides in the heat of the moment you were right behind him, healing as you should be.”

“But my Lady-” Jessica started

“No ‘buts’ Jessica, trust me I was out quicker then you were when I graduated” The Arch Healer smiled fully now, her age lined face transforming giving her a warm glow “go out and watch the rest of the fight, its something you don’t want to miss.”

Jessica stood and bowed to the Healer, her heart feeling lighter. Rushing out of the tent Jessica spotted her peers sitting at some benches drinking and chatting, she made her way over and sat down with Sandy and was passed a drink. Sipping it, her eyes were drawn to the fighting circle; Scott was still there as was Darren and someone Jessica had never seen.

Darren’s healer was Muffy, and it looked like she was losing her strength. Darren dispatched an unknown person getting a few injuries in the process; Muffy could not heal him and collapsed at his feet. A mage teleported in and touching her shoulder vanished, Jessica heard Darren curse and mumble something about a lack of stamina.

Jessica’s eyes were then drawn to Scott; the man truly was a monster. He was standing there his sword sitting on his shoulder, a slight smirk on his lips. The strawberry girl was nowhere to be seen, and Jessica wondered if the same thing happened to her just like Muffy.

On even footing now Darren and Scott stood still, one of the healers said that in fighting one waits for his opponent to make a move. A feather was slowly drifting to the floor and both men tensed, Jessica wished the feather was not so light the anticipation was killing her.

The feather slowly touched the ground, and as quick as a flash both men were locked sword to sword in the centre of the ring. Scott knocked Darren back and before he could stand Scott raised his sword so it pointed at the night sky, and with a coldly detached look, a blue light surrounded him. Slowly Scott pointed the weapon at Darren; a blue crystal shot from his sword and pierced Darren through the chest. Two magi appeared in ring each touching Darren and transported him out of the circle; Scott slammed his sword point first into the ground and knelt with his head bowed.

“Gathered people; our tournament is finished with Scott Channers the winner once more!” The rather tired voice boomed. “The Arch Healer Hillary will now present your Champion!”

A mage appeared with the woman who healed John; as soon as the mage left, Hillary stepped forward, glow after glow engulfed Scott as he knelt there. When the last of the healing spells had faded away she pulled out a sword from her robes, Scott rose to his feet leaving the sword in place as would it stay until the next tournament took place.

“Scott Channers you fought well on this night and we thank you for honouring us with your skills once more, I offer you this sword in thanks and trusting you will continue to use it to help in our fight.” Applause filled the night air as the weapon was placed into Scott’s’ hands. He bowed his head and the Arch Healer vanished, drawing the sword Scott went through a quick series of movements before putting it away once more and moving into the shadows of the archway.

“We thank you all for coming but the hour grows late and our graduating parties must retire” Called a now hoarse voice once more. “Safe trip home and we hope to see you all tomorrow for the Healers graduation!”

Dragonling~ Chapter Three

Dawn broke over the mountains and as soon as the first ray of light appeared Trinari was away and bent over the fire, adding wood to it. Once the fire was burning merrily She placed the pot with the left over food back on to heat.

“Good morning.” Kevven said startling her and he apologised quickly “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Trinari straightened from her crouch and dug in the pouch looking thing she had taken from one of the houses at the base of the mountain and pulled out the long thing she had picked up to mix the food last night. “What is this?” She held it out to Kevven.

“That is a ladle, here, you sit down I will fix breakfast and maybe some tea if you stole some.” He took the ladle giving her a slight look of reproach, Sticking the spoon in with the reheating food he dug through the bag. “Yes, you have taken some tea and a kettle, that’s good.”

Trinari watched as Kevven pulled the things he named from the pouch and set to work, as his back was turned Trinari looked at him closely, his hair close to his scalp was black, however the rest of his hair was white, there were longer pieces of black then the front. He was taller then her, Trinari remembered the times she helped him stand up, and his eyes were a dark brown colour and slanted up at the sides. Kevven turned and Trinari noticed that his nose was small and flat.

She had seen her reflection in the still water of the mountain pools to know what her mother had said about her to be true, unlike the round face of Kevven her own was a little pointed, she had round green eyes, long wild dark brown hair that came down to her bare feet.

“Is there something wrong?” Kevven asked and Trinari blushed looking down.

“I was just wondering.” She hesitated took a deep breath and continued, “Why were the humans after you? I saw something about a woman… I need to know why my family was killed!”

Kevven took a step back before quickly jumping forward again as he had stepped into the fire. Muttering a cures he spun, filled the bowls and passed on to Trinari and sat down gingerly next to her. “It is a long story…”

We have time. Came Takanori’s voice from far away.

“Very well then, it starts three years ago when my mother died, my father was broken… he had lost his will to live when he lost mother. My sisters and I could only do so much to alleviate the pain, and after six months he started talking again.” he ate for a moment in silence as Trinari did the same, her eyes not leaving his face. “Then our lives turned upside down, a woman came. She was short, average looking, but my father saw someone to take our mothers place. He said she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and the next day they were married. She was all smiles on the outside for the first few months to us and everyone who was against her. But when father fell ill those who spoke out against her slowly vanished.

“I didn’t know what to do, father was too ill to attend court, my sisters and I were all to young to sit in on the meetings so she stood as reagent until father got better or I reached maturity. However a week after father had signed the papers he was murdered by that cold hearted witch and she made it look like I had killed him.” Kevven finished his food, took the used bowls and began cleaning them out. As he rubbed the sand into the bowl he continued what was left of his story, “I found out through one of the guards who was on my side that she was planning on coming after me, he helped me get out of there and together we ran. Two weeks into our journey we ran into her guards, they killed him. Somehow I managed to get away, I remember pain, darkness and then I woke up to see you.”

Dragonling~ Chapter Two

Trinari rushed out of the cave calling to her mother with all the power she had, looking around human bodies littered the ground, blood soaking into the rocks and weeds that lined the cliffs. Stopped her headlong race down the slopes her bare feet dug into the ground, cautiously she walked over to one of the humans and knelt down, its body was ripped, torn and blackened. On the things the human used to cover his body Trinari spotted something that was only slightly singed, it had what looked to be gold running through it so quickly she ripped it of the corpse before continuing down to her mother.

The pain was coming and going as more of her family were killed, Trinari rushed over the last rise where she felt her mother and let out a shrill cry as she doubled over as the worse pain she could have imagined exploded in her chest. Trying to focus through her tears Trinari saw her mother bite the last human in half before collapsing herself.

Gasping though her pain Trinari rushed over to the fallen she dragon, not taking any notice of the wooden shaft sticking out of her side. Mother! She cried climbing up the dragon, Mother please say something.
My Trina, so little and wild. Her body shuddered and Trinari gripped one of the scales near her large eye. You need to go see the Tamed Dragons and the humans who ride them, find out who did this to us and put and end to it before more of our tatsu are killed. Find the person and do what you must. With one last sigh Mula said no more.

Trinari clung to the body of her mother weeping inconsolably, it was only a scraping noise close behind her that had her turning around to crouch as her hands fisted and she hissed. It is just I Trina, Taimu’kn stated sadly. My mother… I was trying to find her… She too has been killed.

She straightened and looked the red dragon in one of his eyes, Then we are alone, the last survivors of this tatsu?

Yes, we are the last. Why did the humans come here, why did they wish us harm? We kept to the mountains as we promised centuries ago…

Kevven…Trinari straightened

What is this Kevven you speak of? Taimu’kn growled lowering to his haunches.

Kevven is a human I found, he was badly injured and I could not leave him there to die. Trinari pleaded with her voice for him to understand. Before Dourobe came to attack me I had forced my way into the humans mind, these people came to get him! Mother… Ava… all died because of that human. Instead of being mad Trinari was upset, what value did one little human have for them to kill dragons for? There was only one way to find out and seeking his mind she called Come.

Climbing down from her mother Trinari made her way back up the cliff-face Let me deal with it Tai, you can be a little scary sometimes.

As you wish… but if he lies I will eat him.
How will you know if he lies or not Tai? Trinari asked walking into the den she had been using for Kevven.

A little knowledge in my blood. Trinari could hear the sorrow and anger in his mind voice but could not say much as the humans head appeared she helped him from the water and looked over his chest. Time to leave.

What is wrong? He sent the thought to her.

My family is dead, the only ones left alive are myself and Tai. Her mind voice took on a more noticeable lilt of mourning as they moved away from the little pool.

Who is Tai? Kevven asked trying to divert her attention. Looking over her shoulder Trinari watched as Kevven quickly he dropped to the ground and rolled to the side. As he stopped stomach down and hands holding the back of his head Trinari walked forward and stood before him, Taimu’kn quickly stopped his attack.

I need his help. Trinari broadcasted to the both of them He can get me to the Tamed Dragons as mother wished.

The dragon responded only to the girl, she growled at him and the dragon backed away a step. What..?

I need this human to teach me his words, how else will I talk to the tame ones when they don’t know our language? She paused, I am using hatchling talk as the human does not know how to speak out language yet.

You are talking to me like a baby? Kevven asked and Trinari turned her head to look down at him.

What is a ‘baby’? She pronounced the word strangely.

He showed her an image of his youngest sister, That is a baby.

That is a hatchling. So yes, I am talking to you like a baby as you put it. She paused took a deep breath and continued on. There is a way we could learn each others language in the blink of an eye, if you let me in I can copy all your knowledge of your language and leave mine at the same time, but to do that you need to trust me.

Kevven took a step back and the dragon curled his lip, in a deep booming voice he mocked the human. The poor hatchling is scared that you will steal his being.

I can not take another’s being, I can copy memories and thoughts at the time, I can leave my own, but I can not take over anything.

Still the poor little human-

Do it. Kevven stated and Trinari looked at him fully now.

Do you understand it will strengthen the bond though, right now we could break it easy, if I do this it means the bond no matter what we do will stay there…

Will it affect our lives?

No, you will be able to hear what I let you and same for me with you, it is not a deep mating bond like the dragons have, more like what Tai and I have… but as he and I are connected… like that rope I was making, ours will be like a thin strand of a spiders web.

That is acceptable, proceed. Kevven sat up as she knelt down in front of him. Before he could change his mind she gripped his head he lowered all his barriers and felt all his knowledge about the human language imprint in her mind. Then the influx of things about the dragons and dragon language flooded his mind.

I think I gave him too much. Trinari mused biting on her bottom lip.

Trinari looked from the unconscious man, to the darkening sky and back, somehow she had to get him off the mountain before the darkness fell and before another group of humans came to check on the first. Her stomach rumbled and she let out a short humourless laugh, all that had happened today and she still could not escape her body’s needs.

Tai, I need you to carry us down in your fore-claws.

You want me to carry some human? Taimu’kn straightened.

Yes, if we don’t get off the mountain more humans could come with those stinging sticks and we could die as well. Trinari growled at him.

I am not some beast of burden Trina, I am a dragon. His eyes now slits

You think I don’t know that? You really think I would ask unless I thought there was no other way? Trinari’s voice lost it’s anger and her shoulders slumped. Please Tai, it is not often I ask you to do something for me and it will be this one and only…

Trinari watched and saw Taimu’kn’s tail twitch before his posture relaxed. Very well, this one time only I will carry that human.

Thank you Tai! She rushed forward and wrapped her arms around one of his claws.

Yeah, yeah… He grumbled turning his head away as a puff of smoke twisted out of his nostrils. Come on, lift him up and drag him over here, we had best be gone as you said.

Trinari stepped back and made her way over to Kevven, she looked over his cuts and bruises making sure his blood was not poisoned again. Once satisfied she pulled his arms and he flopped forward in a sitting position and being surprisingly gentle Taimu’kn stepped behind them as Trinari half lifted half dragged the inert body into the dragons palms. As she sat down Taimu’kn curled his fingers up to block most of the wind, once he was clear of the lower den the huge red dragon launched himself into the sky.

Dragonling~ Chapter One

Trinari dragged the inert body up the last step and pulled him under the shelter, she crouched balancing on the balls of her feet as she studied the thing she had brought into the den. She bent close and sniffed at it, scampering back as it made a moaning noise. When it stopped Trinari creeped closer sniffing at the thing again, it had poisoned blood from the smell of it.

A banging and scraping sounded above her head and as quickly as she could she grabbed the thing at her feet and dragged it farther into the cave, to cover it’s scent Trinari piled some of the dung around him. Inhaling deeply all she could smell was the dung so she nodded and wiped some of the dried up dung over herself.

Sister? Are you here? Came her brothers snide voice deep in her mind.

Coming Dourobe. She replied and ran out of the den and climbed up the wall, once there she bowed deeply, How may I help you brother Dourobe? She asked the huge brown coloured dragon.

You could die, that would help me. He swung his tail but Trinari saw it coming and deftly she ducked under the blow, rolling as he began to slam it down where she was moments before.

Dourobe! A loud mind voice bellowed and the dragon stopped his attack

Mother…

What do you think you are doing to my hatchling?! Trinari winced as their mother continued to bellow as she landed on the ledge to their den.

He was helping me with my speed training mother! She called but the massive she-dragon ignored the girl stepping over to her and crouching down over the girl baring her fangs at her son.

That he was not hatchling, he was trying to kill you. She hissed her tail lashing, Trina my daughter, leave us for the moment.

Trinari bowed and quickly left the den, she had wanted to check in on that strange thing she had brought up anyway and this was the perfect chance to do it. Making her way down the cliff she picked some leaves and began grinding them between her teeth, reaching the top of the opening she fell the last few feet and stopped inhaling, still she could not detect it’s scent.

Hurrying forward she then circled around the dung and sighed in relief. The thing had not moved, Trinari spat the pulp into her hands and gently spread it onto the gaping wound in what she guessed was it’s chest. Once the wound was covered with the leaf pulp she used the access on an angry looking mark on his paw.

Trinari, will you come home now? You have a guest. Her mother called.

Coming mother! She sent back, before she left Trinari laid her hand on it’s chest, she felt warmth there and a beating heart. Her eyes looked to his face and she noticed that it’s eyes were open, but not really seeing and as she watched fascinated by the colour they closed again.

Trinari!!

I will be right there. Trinari gave it one last look before turning around and hurrying back the way she had come. Reaching the den there was a large blur of movement and suddenly she was pinned to the ground and she found herself staring into the bottomless depths of a large red Eye. Taimu’kn!

Hey there tiny. Taimu’kn gave a dragon grin showing all his fangs. He was a moon younger then herand from the moment he hatched they had become fast friends, He often commented on how her white scale-less flesh complimented his flame red scales. His hot breath surrounded her and teasingly spoke. I came for dinner.

I’m not on the menu Tai. She laughed and pushed at his claw knowing there was nothing she could do to forcefully move him, however he was considerate of her small size and as she pushed up he pulled his claws away from her.

The night was getting late as Trinari rested propped up against the side of Taimu’kn thinking of the thing she had brought up to the lower den, wondering when to feed it, as she had hidden some of her own roasted bore and wondering what the thing down there was.

She had looked into a still pool often enough to know she was not a dragon like the rest of the herd, however she was much like that creature down there. Her thoughts lead to action, sitting up a little straighter Trinari broadcasted to them both Mother, what am I?

Her mother sighed and Trinari could feel Taimu’kn’s interest in her question. You are a child of a human and an elf.

Trinari rolled the unfamiliar words in her head, Human and elf? What creatures are they?

Images of pray flashed though her mind, and things on two legs just like her tending them, a little two legged hatchling in some sort of a nest. Humans. After her mother said the word more images flashed, this time of huge trees and strange dens, tall things with long pale flowing hair, a nest of leaves and another hatchling. Elves.

Where do I fit in? She asked confused, before an image of a tall pale creature like the one in the lower den came to her mind and a smaller softer version. They came together in a way that made Trinari blush, and from the smaller one, the human she realised, a little one was hatched.

You my daughter a a child of both bloods with all the knowledge dragons possess.

Taimu’kn twitched, How?

When I brought her here I had to open the pathways of her mind more, but by doing that I poured all the knowledge we have into her accidentally. Sadly at the time I failed to notice what I had done. It was not until Trina came into heat that everything became clear to me…

Do humans and elves know how to open their minds? Trinari asked she had a strange feeling her mother was leaving something out but it would be rude of her to pry.

Some humans have the ability, and train at some school, Elves have developed the ability over the centuries they have lived and passed on the knowledge to their hatchlings.

If you poured all your knowledge into me, why do I not know this?

You have not begun to open your mind as much as needed to access the information, but as you grow you will learn how. For the humans and elves I have observed they need things they call Spells, to help them achieve thus, but I doubt you will need something as silly as words.

We each thought our own thoughts for a while before Taimu’kn let out a huge yourn. Tai, why don’t you go to back to your nest now? I am sure Ava is wondering where it is you are.

Mother knows I am here, but I am getting tired. Good nesting Mula, good nesting Trina. His deep mind-voice spoke.

After he had left Trinari picked up the meat she had hidden and excusing herself made her way out of the den and down the cliff. It was hard going trying to keep a hold of the meat between her teeth and harvesting more leaves and climbing down with mostly one hand and her feet, but she somehow managed it.

As soon as her bare feet hit the ground she dashed in and to the human she had hidden. Laying a leaf on the ground Trinari placed the meat on top then began chewing on the rest of the leaves she had harvested as she peeled off the now dry mess off the humans chest. After placing the new one on she looked into it’s face once more.

The human was awake now, it’s eyes locked on her. “Wa…ter” it made a low croaking sound. “ple…se, wat…er.”

Understanding came to Trinari and she jumped up, raced to the back of the den and filled her drinking cup she had left there with the cold water, glad that the pool was not stagnant each time she had to use it. She moved back the the human and gently lifted it’s head, once she was sure it would not choke on the drink she began to trickle the water slowly into it’s mouth. The humans hands gripped hers and the cup as it tried to gulp the water, and each time it did it Trinari pulled the cup away. Once it was done, it opened it’s mouth again and tilting her head she tried to make sense of the sounds it made.

“Thank you…” it closed it’s eyes.

Sitting back on her heels Trinari thought of how she could understand this human, she then remembered how her mother said some humans could open their minds, so gently she placed her hand over his brow and allowed her mind to seek his.

It was much smaller then a dragon’s, she realised, but so full of… things she was surprised. She could feel the surface of it’s thoughts, and once it became aware of her presence something like a cliff-face stopped her from getting any farther in. This thing had learnt to block his mind she realised and stopped.

I wish you no harm. It was more emotion then words as she was sure the human would not understand anything else. Resting her thoughts lightly on top of his she felt his panic, and just as her mother had done with her when she was a younger hatchling Trinari hummed under her breath.

The humming seemed to calm him down a little as she felt his panic recede a fraction then whit her eyes closed she pressed against the thing blocking her access to the humans mind. Suddenly a paw appeared it had colourful stones around it’s talons, it took a swipe at her and instinctively Trinari pulled out of the creatures mind.

Trinari looked at him closely, his hair close to his scalp was black, however the rest of his hair was white, there were longer pieces of black then the front. His eyes were a dark brown colour and slanted up at the sides, his nose was small and flat.

She had seen her reflection in the still water of the mountain pools to know what her mother had said about her to be true, unlike the round face of this human her own was a little pointed, she had round green eyes, long wild dark brown hair that came down to her bare feet. Looking down she noticed that the human was shivering so thinking of the only way she knew to keep him warm Trinari lay next to him and pressed her body against his.

A few days had passed and Trinari was slowly making progress with the human, he was sitting up and eating for himself now while she sat nearby weaving a rope out of dried stalks she had gathered last summer.

“I want to go out.” he startled her by saying, she looked over at him, her hands still busy with her work and a puzzled expression on her face. “Out.” he pointed.

Trinari shook her head no she repeated his last word “Out.” He noticed her voice was lighter then his and also she had a strange accent when she pronounced it.

“Why can’t I go out?” He demanded angry.

She dropped the rope and buried her face in her hands, if only the human would let her into his mind she could make everything clear. Her head snapped up and moving slowly she sat before him, Trinari touched her forehead and then his, trying to make him understand that she could show him why.

He sighed, “So the only way I can find out why I cant go outside is to let you in my head.” He shook his head. “No, I don’t want you in there.”

It was her turn to sigh at the shake of his head. If only he would let her in. She felt a tap on her shoulder and looked up at the human. He touched his forehead then hers, she was puzzled for a moment before a smile broke out on her face. She had not thought of letting him into her head! Trinari nodded.

She sat straighter as the human looked deep into her eyes, she felt a tickle at the edge of her awareness so slowly she drew her mental block away, covering only her secret thoughts. She watched as the humans eyes widened. My mane is Trinari, this is my home. She then showed him how the mountains looked from above.

I made it to the Wildergrave Mountains?

Is that the name humans gave it? Well then yes, you made it to the Wildergrave Mountains she then said nothing closing her mind enough to let him know he was being rude by not giving his name.

He felt her withdrawal and also the cause. My name is Kevven. He felt her open her mind again. Can you now tell me why I can not go outside?

I will show you. And she did, she flashed visions of the huge dragons of the herd, even the newest hatchlings who still were over the length of him one day after breaking the shell.

Dragons! His mind-voice was panicked You live this close to dragons?!

She flashed him images of her mother and brother. They are my family. She stated simply and watched as he trembled from head to toe. Kevven? Are you feeling unwell again?

He shook his head No, I am well… I just was not expecting…

She could feel his confusion, so slowly getting used to talking like this with him she told him that her mother found her as a hatchling, but instead of dropping her off with humans the dragon chose to take her in a her own hatchling. After her story was over Trinari could feel questions piling up and she smiled at him again, then wondered why his mind went blank when she smiled.

He quickly pulled his mind away from hers. “So I can not go outside because there are dragons. Well… at least I know you don’t want to hurt me.”

TRINARI! COME QUICK! Her mother called and without a word to the man she rushed out of the lower den and up the cliff to her mother.

Mother what is wrong?

There are armed humans climbing the mountains, you must hide.

You think they are here to fight mother?

I know not daughter, but hide and stay hidden until I call for you.

Yes mother. Trinari spun on her heel and out of the den, before her mother could see where she was headed she ducked into the lower den and rushed over to Kevven. You must keep quiet for the moment. She was shocked that they had formed this little bond, but it was handy for speaking to him.

“What is-”

Trinari threw herself at him landing along his length, not caring about his injuries right now and clamping her hand over his mouth she said once again in his mind Mother said there are armed humans making their way up the mountain, she does not wish me to be seen if they attack and I don’t want you to be seen as well.

I have to leave! Kevven sounded desperate.

I cant let you leave just yet, please stay still or you will hurt yourself again! She growled into his mind, she felt fear, a deep seeded fear of the men coming up the mountain. Not thinking Trinari broke down his defences and looked deep inside his mind, he was frightened, the men coming up the mountain were coming up to find him. Some woman was making them do it, Trinari was about to find out who the woman was when a whooshing sound filled the lower den.

I know you are here Trinari, come out come out where ever you are. She shuddered at the malice in her brothers voice. If you don’t come out now little human-elf, I will tare this place apart to find you.

She gave Kevven a warning look as Dourobe’s claws clicked against the stone, she saw Kevven shudder once before giving a nod. Trinari stood and walked out into the opening. Brother. She bowed.

I knew you were here, I could smell your disgusting scent by the entrance. Without warning his left front leg flicked out and slamming against her pinned her to the wall of the den. Now it is time for you to die. Don’t worry, I will tell mother that you ran away, wanting to see your own kind.

Trinari struggled against his paw as she sort to free herself although she knew it was a fruitless effort. She became still when something sharp pricked the bare flesh of her stomach. Brother please-

He pushed his claw into her a little more I am NOT your brother. He hissed tail lashing and smoke coming from his nostrils. Suddenly his weight left her and she crumpled to the floor clutching at her bleeding stomach with one hand and raising herself with the other.

TAI! NO! She called but the dragon did not listen, he was too busy fighting off Dourobe. MOTHER! MOTHER! COME TO THE LOWER DEN, DOUROBE IS FIGHINTING WITH TAI! Her mind bellow had Kevven clutching at his ears and the den shake.

Trinari! It was Kevven

Go into the water and near the bottom you will be able to feel an opening, squeeze through and swim to the right, there you will reach a hidden chamber, stay there until I come for you. She commanded and watched as he did her bidding, he had just dove under the water when an ear splitting boom sounded.

Mula burst into the den, her roar more terrifying then anything Trinari had heard before. As her mother pounced on Dourobe Trinari rushed to the back wall and crouched into a little ball as to not be trampled. The sounds seem to last for hours before a loud crack was heard and Trinari dared to raised her head.

Mother… Tai? She asked afraid they would not answer.

We are here little one. Came her mothers voice as Tai said he was there too. Trinari stood and rushed around the dung when Mula caught sight of her she spread her wings and opened her front paws. Without hesitation Trinari rushed into her mothers embrace weeping as blood coated all three of them. Hush my little one, hush now. No harm will come to you.

But mother, you killed…

I know daughter, but I also know he was hatched with a twisted mind…

Tai?

I am here Trinari, only some scratches.

Suddenly all three of them felt a sharp pain, a human had killed a dragon and they all felt it. Opening her mind once more Trinari saw the battle that was happening and with a hiss Mula backed off a few paces before turning and taking to the sky with Tai close behind her. Mother, Tai come back! However it was no use and both vanished from her sight.

TC~ Part XIII

Part XIII

The van drove up to the isolated house the horn honking madly sliding to a stop a tall brunette woman stepped out grinning from ear to ear. “Hey girls!” she called loudly to the woman standing at the door. “I got some good pickings!”

“Could you be any louder?” Asked Eve stepping through the door supporting Ashley who was woken up by all the noise.

“Sure I can!” Mal sauntered over to the assembled girls and deftly picked up Mute to plant a big kiss on her lips. “Hello lover.”

“Mal, welcome home.” Mute whispered holding her girlfriend close. “So what did you bring for them to play with?”

“Oh that’s right! I almost forgot about them.” She touched Mute’s face tenderly “seeing you nearly drove everything from my head, come look, come look!”

They all walked over to the van Eve supporting Ashley and with a happy yell Mal pulled open the door. On the floor of the van about twelve men were bound hand and foot.

“Let me see… Their names were Red, Apollo, Ballard, Evil, Dart, Gold, Prince, Ren, Irish, Kekky and Paddy…” Mal counted them on her fingers. “I don’t think I have missed anyone out.”

“That many?” Ashley urged Eve forward a smile on her face for the first time since her run in with random. “This is going to be fun. Shazi, do you have the room down there?”

Shazi cast Eve a dirty look before answering the question. “Yes, the cells on the ‘night’ wall are finished and clean.”

“Good, let’s move them in there.” Ashley took a step forward and wobbled.

“Back to bed for you Ashley.” Mute whispered then looked at Mal. “For us too.”

“Oh I missed you!” Mal pulled Mute close as Eve led Ashley into the house.

“O.K What is going on?” Ashley asked Eve after she settled into her bed.

“I killed Opem” Eve replied sitting next to her sister. “Shazi is pissed”

“She was putting him in the Chinese iron maiden… It would have killed him anyway.”

“I KNOW!!!” Eve yelled