Random Update:
Tears is officially longer than Flames. *dies* And by a long shot, too. I have about ten scenes before I reach the last struggle and wrap-up scenes and I'm getting very excited. While I'm still freaking out about some character growth issues, I am extremely happy to be nearing the end. ^_^
[spoiler]Excerpts:
Liehne buried her face in his shoulder, her hand drawing out the knife from its sheath. Slowly, she positioned the knife so the blade faced Nalien. Her shoulders convulsing with another sob, Liehne’s hand trembled. His arms were so warm around her. “Nalien,” she breathed. “I’m sorry.” And she plunged the knife into Nalien’s torso, twisting it hard. She felt him lurch in pain and heard a gasp escape from between his lips. Something warm soaked the front of his shirt. Blood.
Slowly, his stiff hands peeled away from Liehne’s shoulders and he collapsed to his knees, staring in shock at the knife lodged in his torso. He cried out and doubled over, holding the hilt of the knife tightly and trying to pull it out. It wouldn’t budge, and he gasped in pain.
Tears coursed down Liehne’s cheeks and she knelt down beside him, “I’m sorry!” she wept, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “I’m so sorry.” Nalien moaned and fell backwards. Liehne laid him on the grass and stared at his sapphire eyes. They clouded with pain and Nalien’s lips were still parted in shock. He had sapphire eyes. Liehne shuddered; something smashed at the corners of her mind, the floodgate of memory opening. He had sapphire eyes.
Nedrad did not have sapphire eyes. Nedrad had brown eyes and brown hair.
Liehne gasped, leaning over Nalien’s still body and staring with enormous eyes at his face. That was not Nedrad’s face. “My son,” she whispered. “His name was Nalien. He had… sapphire eyes.” Thousands of images flashed before her eyes. Liehne holding young Nalien as he wept into her shoulder. Liehne being chased by sapphire-eyed Nalien down the river. Nalien’s huge eyes staring at her from behind the grating in her prison cell. Liehne’s heart seemed to stop and it sank to the bottom of her chest. “My… Nalien,” she croaked.
A scream burst forth from her throat, and she threw her body over Nalien’s.
Oh drat.
Strick’s eyes blazed with wrath. “Let her go,” Strick demanded, his voice shaking with anger. The wind behind him began to scream in voices Lusien had never heard, and Lusien trembled at the awful sound. What was happening?
“Let her go?” Hiajan said, and he began to chuckle when the wind shrieked and burst forth from behind Strick, striking Hiajan full in the chest. Lusien dropped to the ground, throwing her arms over her head to protect herself and crying fearfully.
Hiajan was thrown backwards by the wind until his back smashed against a tree and he screamed in pain. The wind tore the grass from the ground, hurling dirt clods, sharp sticks and rocks all into Hiajan’s body which struggled to be free of the tree. The tree’s trunk cracked and it started to bend behind at the force of the wind. Hiajan stopped breathing, the wind crushing his lungs; his mouth hung wide open in a desperate gasp for air.
The wind stopped abruptly, and Hiajan inhaled hoarsely, his back scraping against the bark of the tree as he sank down to the forest floor, falling face first into the mud. Lusien dared to move her arms away from her head and she opened her eyes to see all the grass in the wind’s path had been torn out of the ground. Strick still stood at the edge of the clearing, gasping, his black eyes wide and his face spattered with mud.
I would have let him kill Hiajan, but, alas, that must come later. [/spoiler]
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