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Her Eyes Were Green	By : Lady_Kae Category: +M through R > Ni No Kuni: Wrath of the White Witch Views: 1451 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3: Confliction
Magnus paced the throne room impatiently. He had sent his spies out into the west to look for any evestan that may have found themselves on the other side of the veil and they had yet to return to him with any news. The only evestan that he knew of that had been missing when the veil was set into place was his niece and he knew there wasn't anyway she could have returned. She hadn't been trained too far into the ways of magic when he had sent her careening through space and time after he had killed his brother. Not only that, he had sent his wizards searching for her, knowing that they would be able to find her thanks to the magic of their people.
His son came into the room, and Magnus looked up at him expectantly. " Aden, have any of them returned yet?"
" No father. No news yet." Aden replied tersely. He hated his father for everything that he had done since the coup de tat. The people had been in a state of unrest for the last twenty years. Little did Magnus know that Aden had been working on a project of his own. It was time for the true heir to the throne to claim it again.
Swaine laughed as Amara splashed his face with water and shot it right back to her. It was a hot summers day and Amara had been looking at the sea quite forlornly for the last few weeks, wanting to jump into the crystal clear water in order to beat the heat. Swaine got it in his head to take her to Castaway Cove for a week or two to get both of them off the island for a bit and on the way back they would visit Esther in Al Mamoon. It had been about five months since he had seen her last. Swaine gave a garbled shout as Amara dunked him from behind, sputtering as he came to the surface and Amara laughed as she put some distance between the two of them.
" I'll have you know you'll never catch me. I was on the swim team in high school." Amara said brightly, her green eyes shining as she made for the dock. Her voice was slowly picking up the english twang as she referred to it, giving her an almost melodious sound.
" Oh I'll get you alright! Get back here!" he said, a mischievous smile on his face as he swam strongly after her.
Amara gave a slight scream as he caught her by her ankle and tried to kick away. “ Shit!” she shouted as Swaine pulled her back to him and dunked her under the water in return.
They heard a laugh from some of the towns folk on the docks as they watched the two of them playing around and Swaine started beating a hasty retreat back to the dock. He grew worried after a moment when Amara didn’t surface and looked about wildly.
Amara broke the surface ahead of him, smiling as Swaine tried to backpedal away from her. “ Gotcha!” she crowed, shoving his head under the water again. She quickly sped to the docks ahead of him as Swaine gave chase, a smile on his face. He hadn’t had this much fun in years.
Amara pulled herself up onto the dock and settled her elbows on her knees as she watched Swaine glide over to her, propping his arms on the dock to keep from having to tread water.
“ That was the most fun I’ve had since I was in school.” Amara said, echoing Swaine’s thoughts from moments ago. “ I feel so much more refreshed after that swim. You?”
Swaine nodded and smirked. “ I was figuring we could head out in the morning. We’ve been here about a week and half, and it’ll take us two or three days to get to Al Mamoon through the desert.”
Amara nodded, and Swaine lifted himself onto the dock beside her. She was hard pressed not to look at the fine figure he cut in just his bathing suit. He was tall and lithe, and Amara noticed that he had a rather toned figure despite his size. His clothing hid it pretty damn well.
Swaine was also having trouble keeping his eyes to himself. Amara was beautiful and she had curves that ran for miles that her dresses hid much too well. Despite her short size, her legs were long and lean, and Swaine had spent more than one night recently dreaming about those legs and the body they were attached to. Thank goodness his restraint was much better than it had been in previous years.
“ What else is there for us to do here?” Amara asked. She smiled as a splisher pup came up to them and she gently held out her hands to it. This one had been bolder than the rest of the splisher and splasher she had seen in the waters here as he had been coming to her all week. “ Where’s your mother, little one? I bet she doesn’t approve of you coming up to me all week.”
I don’t have a mama anymore. She perished protecting me from a mangler fish. the little one said, nuzzling into Amara’s lap for warmth. He practically purred in her lap as Amara’s gentle fingers scratched right behind his ear.
Swaine heard Amara’s breath catch and looked at her worriedly. “ What did he say?” he asked softly. Amara had tears in her eyes.
“ He said his mother’s dead.” Amara said, bringing the little splisher into her arms and holding him to her gently. “ I don’t want to leave him behind, Swaine.” Her green eyes locked to his and Swaine sighed a bit.
He knew he couldn’t tell her no. “ Let’s get a creature cage for you then.” Swaine replied with a smile.
Amara smiled brightly and the two quickly hurried over to see if the peddler had any wizarding items.

Esther was helping her father at their babana tent and she heard Swaine’s voice carry over the crowd as he called out to her and Rashaad. Standing up and looking through the throng, Esther spotted his green trench coat and smiled as he came up.
“ Swaine!” Esther cried happily, throwing her arms around his middle in an exuberant hug. Swaine took to a knee and gave the younger girl a better hug once he was able. “ You’re just in time! Oliver’s here for a visit.” Esther exclaimed happily, pulling Swaine back towards the tent.
Swaine’s eyes brightened. “ I couldn’t have timed that better then. Esther, this is Amara. She somehow arrived from Oliver’s world a few months back and I’ve been helping her to get adjusted to life here. Amara, this is my friend Esther. She’s the one I was telling you of that has a lot of talent in healing.”
Amara smiled and shook Esther’s hand. “ It’s a pleasure to finally put a face to a name.” Amara responded, her green eyes shining brightly.
Swaine watched as Esther pulled Amara away to talk and he shook his head as he walked over to where Rashaad was. “ It’s been a while old friend.”
Rashaad smiled as he stood to greet the eldest of the porcine princes. “ That it has. Who is the lovely young woman traveling with you? Don’t tell me someone finally managed to pin you down.” Rashaad said with a smile.
Swaine shook his head as he chuckled. “ No, it’s a complicated story, Rashaad. I might tell it to you later. Where’s Oliver at?”
“ At the house. Where did my daughter disappear to?” Rashaad asked, looking around for Esther.
“ Probably wherever Esther has gone Amara has disappeared to as well.” Swaine replied. “ I’m in trouble if those two hit it off.” His brown eyes turned to Rashaad mirthfully.
Rashaad chuckled as he agreed. That would be trouble for Swaine without a doubt.
Oh he was undoubtedly in trouble, Swaine mused as they sat down for supper that night. Amara had been more than happy to help Esther and her mother cook supper, with the intent on learning about Swaine’s favorite Mamooni foods of course. Esther was more than happy to give Amara a little bit more information as they were cooking as both mother and daughter could see the young woman fancied her companion.
Not only that, Esther thought it was terribly romantic that Amara was fast falling in love with the eldest of the porcine princes. It was like something out of a fairy tale.
Amara hit it off pretty easily with Oliver as well, the thirteen year old was an orphan like her, so they had much in common. Amara had to be careful not to talk about the advancements technology had around him, knowing he was from a different time, but she was more than happy to tell him about anything else he asked her about.
It was well into the evening time that Amara finally slipped away for a moment to herself. Triton; as she had affectionately called her little splisher, was in her arms as she made her way to the large lake in the middle of the oasis.
Where are we going Amara? Triton asked, wiggling out of her arms and taking up his perch on her shoulder. He nuzzled Amara’s cheek as she laughed, bringing up her hand to scratch right behind his ear.
“ We’re going for a swim, Triton. It’s not as hot as it was earlier, but I need to cool off. I’m much more used to the weather on Russet Isle.” Amara replied, smiling as her little one rubbed his cheek to hers. She loved the little guy already.
Triton squeaked excitedly as he bounced on her shoulder and the two came up to the water’s edge. Amara removed her wrap from around her hips, having changed into her bathing suit before they left, and Triton jumped from her shoulder into the cool water below. Amara followed shortly after, sighing in pleasure at the chill the water gave her. It was perfect.
Swaine was enjoying a drink with Rashaad as they sat out on the roof. Rashaad had wanted to talk to Swaine away from the two teenagers downstairs about something important.
“ I noticed your companion has green eyes.” Rashaad said softly. “ She’s an evestan on this side of the former veil?”
“ I don’t want to talk about that. Her evestan heritage doesn’t matter to me, Rashaad. Amara is a wonderful friend to have.” Swaine replied, looking out over the city.
“ She’s not just a friend to you, Gascon.” Rashaad said knowingly, not even flinching at the glare he received from Swaine after addressing him by his real name.
“ Yes, she is Rashaad. First Marcassin, now you...Why is everyone questioning my intentions? She arrived here from another world, has no magic, had no means of protecting herself at all, no coin, and no clue how anything works around here. I couldn’t leave her to her own devices, Rashaad. I told my brother the same thing. It’s taken a few months, but I’m certain now that if I have to leave to return to Hamelin in case of an emergency, Amara will be able to fend for herself. I’ve been making sure of it actually.” Swaine had been teaching Amara everything he knew about self defense and hand to hand in whatever down time that the two had found themselves with while they were working on the expansion. Amara had proven to be an extremely apt pupil as well.
Rashaad considered Swaine’s outburst. “ Forgive me then, old friend. I must have been mistaken by what I saw in your eyes.” Rashaad said placatingly, smirking all the while. A man didn’t just drop everything the way he did to help a woman. He must have felt a connection with her the moment their eyes first met.
Swaine scoffed and stood up quickly, rocking a bit as he did. The spirits the desert dwellers drank were just a tad stronger than the ones he had gotten from Ding Dong Dell. “ I’m going to go for a walk for a bit to clear my head. Tell Amara when she gets back that I’ll meet her at the inn.”
Triton was swimming with Amara, chattering as they swam laps in the cool water. Amara laughed as she raced her familiar around the lake, her long hair trailing behind her like the tail of a comet.
Finally, Amara began growing tired and began heading back for the shore, Triton following his mistress without complaint. Amara began walking up the shallows ringing out her long brown locks as she did so and she slowly came to a stop when the water reached the middle of her thigh. She could feel someone’s eyes on her watching. “ Who’s there?” she called out, taking a few steps backwards into deeper water. She looked down at Triton, and swore. He was still too young to fight. He was just a pup after all.
“ What’cha doin’ out here at this hour by yourself?” a cold voice came from the shadow. “ Such a pretty little thing too.”
Amara heard rustling in the foliage all around her and felt adrenaline starting to pump through her system. There were at least five or six men crowding the shore where Amara needed to go, she didn’t know the town well enough to chance hitting the back roads and she had a feeling these men knew the town like the back of their hands. Amara began treading water in the middle of the lake, knowing her strength wouldn’t last long, but she couldn’t go back to shore. Not without risking a fight she couldn’t win.
Triton was swimming nearby, unwilling to leave his mistress and Amara quickly turned to him.
“ Triton, find Swaine.” she whispered to her familiar. “ I know he won’t understand a word you try to say, but he’ll have to know something is wrong when you’re not with me.”
I don’t want to leave you Amara. I can fight.
Amara smiled. “ You’re only just a pup. Your chance to fight will come when you’re older, Triton, I promise. Now sneak away and go find Swaine.”

Swaine felt on edge for some reason, unsure if it was the turn the conversation with Rashaad had taken, or if was because he knew Rashaad was right and he didn’t want to admit it. He was broken from his reverie when Swaine heard a familiar squeaking and chattering approaching him. That sounded like Triton. And where Triton was, Amara was. Stepping up his pace, Swaine rounded the next corner, only to see no one there.
Confused, as he was sure they were there, Swaine began turning back, only to feel something pull at his trousers. “ Triton?” he said curiously, picking up Amara’s familiar. “ Where’s Amara?”
Triton squirmed in Swaine’s grasp and Swaine set the little splisher down, and walked after Triton as he began leading the way towards the lake.
Swaine suddenly had a bad feeling about this as he scooped Triton up and began running full speed.
Amara ducked a punch and quickly elbowed another one of her assailants in the nose as she fought three of them in the shallows of the lake. There were seven men altogether, and the three most nimble had fared their chances taking Amara on in her element. One pulled a wicked looking dagger to subdue her, and Amara smirked. She and Swaine had just covered this a week ago.
Amara felt a surge as she blocked the attempted stab and swung her right hand out and swung it back in, a wave of water following it to knock the assailant behind her down. She didn’t see the glowing on her rings as she fought as hard as she could against the three men attacking her. Amara disarmed the knife wielder and brought it up protectively in front of her. She might be forced to take her first life here.
Swaine set Triton down as he came upon the fight and saw four men cheering on their comrades as Amara danced around the three men attacking her, a blade flashing silver in the moonlight. Even in her ire, Amara was both beautiful and deadly to watch. Swaine shook himself from his daze and quickly began loading a flare into his gun. The two of them were going to need the guards for back up at this point.
Amara jumped slightly when she heard a gunshot fire off and didn’t dare turn to the sound of it. She had heard Swaine’s gun enough to know that was him. She quickly jabbed the knife in her hand into the leg of the man before her and kicked him down under the water. She began concentrating her efforts on the other two attacking her as the sound of a fight broke out on shore.
Swaine couldn’t kill any of these men, despite the circumstances they had found themselves in, and shot one of the duffers in the leg to incapacitate him. A meaty fist soon flew across his jaw, knocking Swaine loopy for a brief moment as he shook his head to clear the double vision he was seeing. Unfortunately, both his arms were grabbed and Swaine was forced to his knees as the man that had punched him before started in on his ribs.
Amara saw this from the corner of her eye and quickly jabbed her fist into the throat of the man charging her, sending him to his knees in the water and Amara’s fist flew across his jaw, knocking him out cold. “ SWAINE!” she screamed out, her green eyes wide.
“ Get out of here!” Swaine shouted to her, trying to get back to his feet. Where were the damn guards? Swaine grunted as he felt a rib crack with another punch and shut his eyes against the pain. He only needed to hold out long enough until the guards finally arrived.
Amara began seeing red at seeing the uneven odds that Swaine was faced with and felt something tap her leg. Triton had Swaine’s gun in his mouth. Amara quickly picked it up and took aim. “ Let him go!” she shouted, her eyes narrowed.
The man who had been getting in on Swaine’s ribs paused for a second and smirked at the stance Amara had taken in the water. “ There’s only one way we’re letting him go, and that’s only if you take his place missy.”
Swaine struggled against the two men holding him down, his brown eyes flashing dangerously. “ Don’t do it Amara! I’ll kill you if you so much as try to hurt her again.” he hissed at the man before him. This earned him a hard knee to his diaphragm, knocking the wind from his lungs and leaving Swaine gasping for breath. “ Do your worst, mate, I won’t allow you anywhere near her.”
“ I’m not leaving you Swaine!” Amara called back, holding the gun level on the man attacking Swaine. “ Let him go or I will kill you where you stand.” Amara’s emerald green eyes held the glittering flame of malice in them as she leveled them on Swaine’s assailant.
The men attacking Swaine all stiffened when they heard the footfall of the guards and the three of them took off running, leaving their other four comrades to receive retribution.
Amara quickly ran for the shore as the guards started showing up, quickly falling to Swaine’s side as he groaned and held his ribs. “ We need to get you back to Esther and Rashaad.” she said as she began looking him over, her green eyes worried.
“ Are you alright?” he gasped, his tawny eyes leveling on hers. Her lip was busted and bleeding and she was going to have a black eye, not including the other bruises he could see forming on her neck, shoulders, and arms. There was a hideous slice on her left arm that wasn’t allowing her to move it much, and Swaine was surprised that she was even moving it at all. It looked very painful. Just goes to show that you can’t judge a book by it’s cover. he thought with a smile.
“ I’ll be fine. Come on, Swaine.” Amara said, not even paying any heed to the injuries she had suffered. She swung his right arm over her shoulders even as she called Triton back to her and felt Swaine stop her. “ Dammit Swaine, stop being so stubborn!”
“ Put my damn coat on. You’re only in your bathing suit, Amara. I don’t know what happened to the wrap you wear with it.” Swaine shot back at her, already shrugging it off.
Amara was swearing under her breath as she put on his jacket and began buttoning it up. “ Now?” she snarked impatiently. It was going to have a blood stain on it that would take forever to come out because of her arm.
Swaine smirked and nodded as Amara helped him to his feet. “ I’ve been through worse scraps than this, Amara. Much, much worse.” he said consolingly. His shuffled his feet as Amara walked them slowly back to Rashaad’s home and looked out of the corner of his eye to her covertly. Amara’s face was set in a determined scowl as the adrenaline started wearing off and the pain and fatigue were setting in. He could see it plain as day in her eyes.
Amara was starting to feel all her injuries as she slowly got Swaine to Rashaad’s home. Her left arm was veritably screaming from the wound she had received, but she pushed onward without complaint. She didn’t want to show weakness in front of the man that had been doing everything he could to keep her safe.
Rashaad was grumbling under his breath, having no clue who would be knocking on his front door at this hour of night. His tone suddenly changed when he saw the state both Amara and Swaine were in and ushered them inside as quickly as he could.
“ Lay Swaine on the sofa Amara. I’m going to go wake Esther.” Rashaad said quickly. He needed to grab his wand as well.
It took only a few moments to get the two of them patched up, although Amara stared at her arm in disbelief as it healed without so much as a scar. Rashaad would not allow them to leave at such a late hour and Rashaad’s wife Nayana grabbed some clothing for Amara to borrow until they could get back to the inn in the morning.
Amara’s hand rubbed her arm for the umpteenth time as she sat on the roof. She wasn’t able to get to sleep, her mind was still wired from the battle earlier. She swung her arm the way she had during her fight, her eyes narrowed in confusion. She didn’t remember touching the water to make it move, much less in a wave that big. She heard movement behind her and turned to see who was coming up behind her.
“ Can’t sleep either?” Swaine asked softly, taking a seat beside Amara.
Amara sighed softly and looked down at the street below. “ I would have shot that bastard where he stood. That would have been his last warning Swaine.”
“ It’s bugging you that you would have had to have killed someone?” Swaine remarked curiously. She had done an admirable job only incapacitating her opponents this evening.
“ No, that I would have done it without thinking twice.” Amara answered, her eyes locking onto his cinnamon ones. “ You’ve done so much for me that I can never repay, Swaine. If it’s in my power to do so, I will not allow any harm to come to you.”
Swaine’s eyes closed even as he smiled. He hadn’t known he could inspire someone like that. He wrapped an arm around Amara’s shoulders and felt her head rest on his shoulder. The two of them sat like that for hours as they stared at the night sky, both unable to sleep nor forget what had happened that night. As innocent as Amara had been, she had lost part of it and would never get it back.

Sorry about the short chapter here. This is as short as it gets though. I promise.
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