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Treason	By : Dagian Category: +G through L > Lineage 2 Views: 832 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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**Installment 21**

Caellia pushed her way through a dense briar patch, ignoring the stinging pain the thorns caused her as they scratched her face and arms. She had been running from Nathavin for several hours without any success at losing him. Turning to check where he was, she decided on a new course, back toward the place Asadar had ambushed them. Caellia quickly recast her spell for swiftness and taking one last glance back at Nathavin, who was rapidly catching up, she took off again.

Nathavin did not rush to catch up to her. He was allowing her to tire herself out. He simply stayed with her as she ran. He fell back a considerable distance when he saw her take the direction that would lead them back to the road. She was headed for Goryn’s burial place. He debated on whether or not to stop her before she got there and decided not to. She at least deserved to see where he lay and pay her own respects.

Caellia noticed that she was no longer being followed and turned to see where he was. Not seeing him she figured she’d lost him, breathing a small sigh of relief she once more began running. She’d only gone a few hundred paces before she came to a shaky stop. There was a grave in front of her, with Goryn’s pole arm resting against the gravestone. She walked slowly up to it, not wanting to believe what she was seeing. Her right hand covered her mouth as she fell to her knees beside the grave. “No,” she cried through her hand, “Goryn. I’m so sorry I caused you so much trouble.” Her head bent forward and both hands covered her face as she wept, Nathavin completely forgotten.

She stayed like that for a few minutes before lifting her head to the gravestone and taking a moment to read the inscription upon it. There were two inscriptions, one she recognized as the human burial rites. The other she recognized as the dark elven burial rites. So Nathavin had Goryn buried, but why did he bury him with two separate burial rites? She blinked her tears back as she looked closer at the inscriptions. The human language she could read, it gave honor to a fallen King and spoke of his triumphs. The dark elven language she could not read but had seen several gravestones with similar symbols on them. The same symbols adorned the graves of fallen dark elven Lords. Goryn had been given the same burial ceremony as a fallen dark Lord. Why?

Nathavin watched her closely from a slight distance. She hadn’t noticed him approach her. He knew she was wondering about the two burial rites. He didn’t know himself why he had ordered that Goryn be buried with the same honor as one of their own. It felt wrong though to only give him the human burial rite.

The sound of a bird suddenly taking flight caused Caellia to turn swiftly in his direction. The two stared mutely at one another for several long seconds before Caellia broke the silence, “Why?”

“He was a worthy opponent. He was killed by his own people.” Nathavin stepped closer to the grave, and her. He purposefully avoided explaining why he’d given Goryn dark elven burial rites.

Caellia watched him through tired eyes as he came closer to her. A few more steps and he’d be within arms reach of her. She looked back at the grave and reverently reached out and let her hand slide along Goryn’s’ pole arm. She closed her eyes and prayed silently to Eva to allow Goryn to show her the way one last time.

Nathavin watched her curiously as she lightly rested her hands on the weapon. Her eyes were closed and although no sound was coming out, her mouth was moving slightly. A warm wind began to blow about her, fluttering her hair and armored skirt. Caellia’s eyes opened revealing irises so pale a blue they were almost white as the wind picked up. His gaze was drawn from her however when a form began to take shape next to her. He didn’t know how she’d done it, but she had called to Goryn and he’d come back for one last time.

“Goryn,” whispered Caellia, “please, help me one last time. I’m lost without you to help guide me!” Tears fell down her face as she looked upon his ghostly one. He looked at her closely then slowly swung his gaze over to Nathavin, letting it rest there for a second before facing her again. “Goryn, surely you can’t,” she was cut off as a ghostly finger was brought to her lips.

Her eyes opened wide as his head lowered to her own and the wind picked up once more as it carried his voice faintly within it. “Eva sent me to you this final time to help you. Trust him Caellia.” The winds began to blow harder, sending dust and leaves scattering across the small clearing, when it settled Goryn was gone. Caellia stood still; her eyes were back to their normal cerulean blue as she thought about what Goryn had said. Trust Nathavin he’d said, how could she though? She turned to face Nathavin and regarded him silently for a few minutes.

Nathavin had watched the entire episode in slight shock. Caellia had actually called one of the dead back into this realm for a few brief moments. That feat was almost impossible to achieve, even the most skilled magicians had trouble with it. Yet she had done it with ease. He was curious what Goryn had spoken to her, it was obvious he had communicated with her, but Nathavin had not been close enough to hear the soft words on the wind. Whatever had been said had been about him he was sure. Why else would Caellia be studying him so hard? He was further shocked when Caellia suddenly turned her eyes to the side and dropped her head down slightly. “Caellia?” He began to question.

“I,” her voice trembled as she fought past her pride, “I will no longer run from you.” Goryns’ spirit had said to trust Nathavin; she would do so for now.

Nathavin’s eyes narrowed, that was unexpected. “You will no longer run from me?” He stepped closer to her. He was now within arms reach of her. “You are to be my queen Caellia, are you sure you don’t wish to run?” He took another step closer, now invading her personal space. She trembled but did not bolt, although it was easy to see she wanted to badly.

“I will not run from you.” She dared not meet his eyes. She didn’t want to know what she’d find in them.

He stared down at the top of her head before turning swiftly around, “We must leave quickly then. Dark is approaching and we must reach the stronghold before night falls.” He listened as Caellia dutifully fell in step behind him. “Keep up Caellia, the mahum tribe can be quite nasty at night.”

            “Don’t worry about my ‘keeping up’ Nathavin.” She spat violently. “Just make sure you don’t slow me down.” She then cast her spell for swiftness and purposefully tread on the back of his heel for emphasis. She moved swiftly out of the way as he turned suddenly to face her. She met his gaze head on and held it.

            She had done that on purpose. He glared hard at her and was relieved when she returned the glare evenly. Wondering to himself once again why he should feel relief at all when it concerned her, he quickly downed a potion and once more began to head back to the stronghold. This time at a pace more suited to her.

            As they ran Caellia thought to herself. Goryn’s spirit had said she should trust Nathavin, but how far? Nathavin’s ultimate goal was the destruction of her people. Asadar’s goal was the same. Why then should she trust one over the other? They were both just as bad. She shook her head to herself. No, she doubted that Nathavin would ambush one of his own over a disagreement on power. He’d confront them openly about it. He wouldn’t have the need to be so underhanded. She sighed to herself, why did she get caught up in this? She fell back slightly and watched as he killed any of the mahum tribe that dared to attack them. As she watched, she paid attention to how quick the bowstring was pulled back then released, the near perfect aim, the way his muscles moved under the armor. She halted running so fast she nearly fell down. Where in Aden did those thoughts come from?

            Nathavin turned to face her when he heard her nearly fall down. She was standing still with a shocked expression. Curious, he approached her, only to stop when she snapped her gaze up to him. Would she run?

            Caellia immediately stomped on those traitorous thoughts. Never would she think those again. Never. She turned her gaze on Nathavin as he approached her and whispered darkly, “I’m fine, lets’ continue.” Never would he know what she had thought, not ever.

            He watched her several seconds longer before turning to continue. Something was not right with her. She was upset over something and he had the strangest feeling that she was upset with herself.
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